Chapter 205: Chapter 205: Gym Dispute_1

Ten minutes later, the side effects of the drug gradually wore off Zhao Dong’s body.

Xu Fan brought Zhao Dong to the gym he had just been eyeing.

Even though the side effects of the Elixir were indeed a bit embarrassing for Zhao Dong, after ingesting the Elixir, he felt an immense sense of strength filling his body. This sensation of power coursing through him gave Zhao Dong the illusion that he could punch a cow to death with a single blow.

“Big brother, I feel like I’m filled with power now. Can I try out the equipment in the gym?” Zhao Dong asked Xu Fan with an eager look on his face.

“You have two minutes. Also, stop calling me boss or big brother from now on. Others might think I’m some kind of underworld leader if they hear you. Just call me Young Master,” Xu Fan instructed Zhao Dong.

“Okay, boss… uh, I mean Young Master.” Zhao Dong respectfully bowed to Xu Fan and then quickly ran to the equipment area of the gym.

He used to frequent this gym, so he was quite familiar with both the owner and the coaches. A muscular man decked out in workout gear noticed Zhao Dong and promptly greeted him, “Hey, Brother Dong.”

“Da Zhuang, you’re here too, huh. Come help me add a couple of weight plates. Let’s see how much I can bench press,” Zhao Dong excitedly told the muscular man.

The muscle man named Da Zhuang smiled slowly. Zhao Dong may be known as a ruffian in Yulou Ancient Town, but when it came to working out, he was nothing more than a novice.

Da Zhuang had seen Zhao Dong bench press before, and it was only about fifty kilograms.

And Da Zhuang, as a professional fitness coach, could bench press around seventy kilograms, a full twenty kilograms more than Zhao Dong.

Although Da Zhuang had not seen Zhao Dong for a while, bodybuilding is not an overnight endeavor. If Zhao Dong was at fifty kilograms, even with dedicated training, it would be difficult to reach sixty kilograms without three months of time.

Now, the barbell on the ground already weighed sixty kilograms, and Zhao Dong was actually asking Da Zhuang to add more weight.

Da Zhuang then wore a professional smile and said to Zhao Dong, “Brother Dong, bodybuilding is a gradual process. If you rush blindly, it can cause harm to your body. I remember your record is fifty kilograms, so how about we start with that?”

Zhao Dong frowned. He initially wanted Da Zhuang to add weights to the barbell, but instead, Da Zhuang was considering reducing it by ten kilograms, which clearly seemed like an underestimation.

While Zhao Dong’s performance indeed used to be at fifty kilograms, having taken the Strengthening Pill from Xu Fan had significantly enhanced his physical condition. Therefore, he was now restless to test his true limit.

“Add it for me. What, you look down on me?” Zhao Dong rolled up his sleeves, somewhat displeased.

Seeing the unimpressive muscles beneath Zhao Dong’s rolled-up sleeves, Da Zhuang was even more convinced that Zhao Dong was just bluffing and advised him again, “Brother Dong, are you sure you want to attempt a sixty-kilogram bench press?”

“Dammit, who told you I was going for sixty kilograms? Put it up to seventy. Sixty is child’s play and unnecessary,” Zhao Dong flexed his arm, mimicking the classic pose of Michelangelo’s David, feeling an explosive power within him.

However, to onlookers, his pose seemed a bit comical.

At this moment, two foreigners that were even more muscular than Da Zhuang slowly approached Zhao Dong.

They were bodyguards for a boss attending the night’s auction event. Since these two strong men couldn’t stand not working out every day, they had eagerly located this gym in Yulou Ancient Town as soon as they had settled in the hotel, ready to start their workout.

Little did they know that upon entering, they would see Zhao Dong showing off his scant muscles, prompting one of the foreigners to scornfully say to the other, “Haha, look at that clown. He dares to flaunt his muscles, probably unaware that he’s just a weakling.”

“Tsk, tsk, that’s just how the people from Yan Country are, afraid to fight for real but always keen to swagger about, only good at running their mouths,” the other foreigner chimed in mockingly.

“Haha, I reckon this gym is trash too. Can’t find anyone impressive here; all just sick men of Yan Country.”

“Hahaha, I think so too…”

Hearing the two singling in degradation of the people of Yan Country, both Da Zhuang and Zhao Dong were getting angry.

“Dammit, two damn foreigners, daring to run wild in Yulou Ancient Town, I’m gonna finish you off,” Zhao Dong rolled up his arms, ready to fight the two foreigners, but Da Zhuang swiftly hugged him to stop him.

“Brother Dong, Brother Dong, don’t be rash. We’ll compete with them and crush their arrogance. If we really start fighting, regardless of whether we can beat them or not, it would be hard to clean up the mess for our gym,” Da Zhuang cautioned.

Zhao Dong also remembered that he was the boss of Yulou Management Company and shouldn’t cause trouble for the business owners. He took a few deep breaths and beckoned the foreigners over with a crook of his finger, saying, “Come on, you say us people from Yan Country are no good, let’s have a competition and see how we’ll take care of you!”

“Haha, this monkey-like man from Yan Country is actually challenging me; I must be hearing things,” one brawny foreigner laughed heartily.

“No problem, if he wants a challenge, let’s make them realize that they are indeed just a pile of shit,” the other foreigner scoffed.

Da Zhuang leaped out immediately, eager to face the two foreigners, but Zhao Dong pulled him aside with one arm, instructing him to serve as the referee.

It was then that Da Zhuang realized that the strength in Zhao Dong’s arm as he was pulling him was indeed much greater, with Da Zhuang unable to resist at all.

Had Brother Dong actually become powerful?

Da Zhuang silently pondered and positioned the barbell as a referee, then said to both sides, “It’s set to seventy kilograms now, who wants to go first?”

“I’ll go first!” Zhao Dong volunteered without hesitation.

The two foreigners simply shrugged nonchalantly at Zhao Dong, indifferent to his challenge. To men of their build, lifting a seventy-kilogram barbell was unlikely, and even if he could, it was of no consequence to them; their personal bests were far beyond seventy kilograms.

For them, one’s best was one hundred and fifty kilograms, and the other’a was one hundred and eighty kilograms. They didn’t care about Zhao Dong’s seventy kilograms.

Seventy kilograms in their eyes was nothing more than a child’s toy.