The brightly lit room held a large writing desk.

Du Yu gently pushed the door open and sat silently on the long sofa in the room.

After a stretch of silence, Du Hen slowly spoke, "What do you want to know?" "Why declare your position?" Du Yu wore an expression of utter incomprehension. "You taught me that one must never declare a stance prematurely, no matter the situation.

Your father never erred in this matter, and he won't this time either." "Originally, there was Zhan Peng...

but now..." Du Hen opened his usually intimidating eyes and gazed towards the sky.

Completely unaffected by the sunlight, he stared straight up. "I don't know where Zhan Peng is now...

and that little life you just brought into the world, its future path is uncertain.

But the East Asian Military District always needs someone at the helm..." "Father...

you mean...

but he is too young...

and..." "Young?" Du Hen looked at Du Yu with a semblance of a smile. "How old was I when I became a General? If military merits are insufficient, one can continue to earn them.

If strength is lacking, one can improve and hone it.

But what if a person lacks sheer audacity? As a soldier, one needs to be ruthless, but absolutely not cruel..." Du Yu nodded silently.

Every generation in the Federation had those of unparalleled talent, yet few dared to openly defy Song Wendong’s decree. "That child’s character is also good." Du Hen let out a short laugh. "Besides, I’m not so old and useless yet." Du Yu nodded again, still looking somewhat wistfully at his father, who had closed his eyes once more to bask in the sun.

The words just spoken sounded logical, yet they seemed to hide something, not fully explained.

Because of the things the military couldn't uncover behind Qin Fen? Du Yu's brow furrowed deeply.

If his father dared to openly confront Song Wendong, would he really be deterred by something about Qin Fen that hadn't been fully investigated yet? No! There was no apprehension in his father’s eyes just now, but rather an indescribable emotion.

Du Yu sighed.

Since his father didn't wish to speak, further questioning would yield nothing.

He rose and walked to the windowsill, looking out.

Then his eyes immediately brightened as he saw Qin Fen stretching lazily.

Qin Fen was here to see Zhao Huzi? It seemed the young man was quite astute; after carrying out such a decisive act, he immediately came to report.

Finding the right person! Du Yu nodded slightly.

The worst thing in this world is having eyes but failing to see.

Choosing the wrong ally can lead to lifelong regret.

To know whom to approach at such a young age—excellent! Smart! "Alright, kid, that’s settled then." Zhao Huzi’s massive palm slapped Qin Fen’s back heavily, giving Qin Fen the sensation that he might be coughed up blood: "The Serpent King has spoken, so you don't need to worry about assassination attempts on the street like this morning." Qin Fen remained silent, only nodding.

The military was truly a formidable power group.

He had thought killing that person could be pulled off seamlessly, but unexpectedly, the moment he was done, they had analyzed the intelligence and reached an accurate conclusion.

Stepping out of the military compound gates, Qin Fen looked with some resignation at the two young martial artists standing there.

No words were needed; just by looking at the presence on their faces, he knew these two were also here to challenge him. "Troublesome..." Qin Fen didn't even lift his eyelids.

The Dragon-Elephant Prajna Technique rotated rapidly within his body.

As the true qi of the Eight-Star level erupted, the military uniform suddenly swelled from the impact before quickly subsiding.

The two youths, brimming with fighting spirit, felt Qin Fen's sudden burst of Eight-Star force, and the battle intent on their faces vanished instantly.

They stared at each other blankly—what was the point of fighting with this level of strength? The two soldiers on guard also stared at Qin Fen with unconcealed astonishment.

So the rumors outside were true? The champion of the New Recruit Competition’s combat event really possessed Eight-Star capability! Qin Fen hailed a taxi and dove inside. "Tianma Fitness Club, please." Sitting in the back seat, Qin Fen kept smiling wryly at the GPSS positioning system in his hand.

Buying this thing seemed like a waste; he wondered if he’d ever have a chance to use it again.

With the advancement of the times and societal development, fitness clubs had entered ordinary citizen households.

For Qin Fen until just a few days ago, this was still a place of luxury.

Tianma Fitness Club was not a place for ordinary citizens.

It was Shengjing’s premier fitness center, equipped with the most comprehensive exercise apparatus.

Qin Fen stood before the lavishly constructed fitness center, took a deep breath, and strode in.

Since the military was covering the entire bill, there was no reason not to visit this top-tier facility and experience spending public funds. "May I ask if you plan to purchase an annual membership or a quarterly pass..." The young lady at the front desk saw Qin Fen's youth, yet he bore the rank insignia of a Lieutenant Colonel on his shoulders, and her eyes immediately lit up.

This kid must be descended from some influential, established family! Otherwise, how could he be a Lieutenant Colonel at such a young age? Most soldiers his age would be raw recruits or military academy students; how could one be running around with a Lieutenant Colonel's rank? "Annual pass?" Qin Fen waved his hand dismissively. "I might not come often.

How much is a single session?" A single session? The receptionist paused, her mouth forming an 'O' shape before she slowly nodded.

It seemed this young man wanted to scout the environment first. "Our single-entry card rate..." The receptionist quickly operated the computer.

Since no one ever came for a single entry, she genuinely didn't know the cost of one visit.

Gold Card! The receptionist’s eyes grew even brighter as she watched the credit card Qin Fen presented.

His status was clearly unusual; presenting a Gold Card as casually as an ordinary credit card, without the slightest hint of nouveau riche arrogance. "Sir, allow me to introduce the facilities here." The receptionist was exceedingly warm, afraid of letting a major client slip away. "Our swimming pool is the finest in all of Shengjing..." Qin Fen looked up at the huge screen displaying the directory, searching for "Heavy Lead Suit" and "Gravity Room." The swimming pool wasn't even a consideration; even with public funds, waste should be avoided, and the money should be spent where it could truly help. "If you get tired, we also have the best masseuses..." Qin Fen waved his hand, interrupting the introduction.

He asked with some curiosity, "Where are your heavy lead suits? I don't see them.

And the Gravity Room? Wouldn't the top-tier facility have a Gravity Room?" The receptionist stared at Qin Fen, dumbfounded, examining him with her beautiful, bright eyes.

What? Had the habits and preferences of young masters from powerful families changed? Was self-torture now the trend? They did have the heavy lead suits, but they hadn't been used since they were introduced; they were probably covered in dust! "You don't have them?" Qin Fen showed a flicker of disappointment.

The receptionist keenly caught the customer's displeasure and quickly recovered. "Oh, yes, yes, we do! I'll take you there..." Qin Fen did not refuse.

The website had stated that the service here was basically top-tier one-on-one service; refusing would imply dissatisfaction with the attendant.

The storage for the heavy lead suits was right next to the Gravity Room.

The receptionist used a magnetic card to open the door and found the preservation environment excellent—a sterile room, indeed, without any dust settling on the garments to cause discomfort to the client.

Qin Fen walked into the room, looking at the clothes hanging on the racks.

The storage room alone covered over a thousand square meters—truly extravagant.

The heavy lead suits near the door were the lightest: a set of warrior gear, plus wrist guards and ankle guards, weighed only ten kilograms.

The shoes alone were five kilograms.

This little weight? Qin Fen shook his head slightly in dissatisfaction and walked toward the depths of the room.

The female attendant followed behind Qin Fen, growing more astonished the further they went.

She had initially thought this young master was just coming to try things out casually, perhaps testing a twenty-kilogram set of clothing.

Why did it look like he had no intention of stopping? The clothes here already weighed over three hundred jin! Heavens, what was he planning to do? Four hundred jin, four hundred and fifty jin...

five hundred jin...

six hundred jin...

Watching the increasing weights of the clothes displayed on the racks, the female attendant suddenly felt physically uncomfortable, as if these clothes had already been placed upon her own body.

Six hundred and fifty jin...

seven hundred jin...

The attendant began to doubt whether this young master was here to wear the heavy lead suits at all; perhaps he was just here for a tour, wanting to confirm if the equipment was complete.

Yes! That must be it! The attendant grew more certain as she saw the eight-hundred-jin heavy lead suit.

If a fitness club carried such a detailed variety of items like heavy lead suits, then nothing else needed to be inspected.

Qin Fen finally stopped walking.

He had reached the end of the enormous room, yet he hadn't picked up a single heavy lead suit.

The attendant smiled sweetly, watching Qin Fen turn around, waiting for his praise and compliments on the completeness of the equipment, and perhaps the news that he would be purchasing an annual membership soon. "Here..." Qin Fen frowned with dissatisfaction. "Is this all the models you have? Nothing heavier?" "What?" The attendant wondered if her ears were playing tricks on her.

Heavier? Master! This already weighs over a thousand jin! What do you intend to do? Are you a Behemoth from a fantasy novel, possessing limitless strength? Ps: First, I must apologize.

I am not a good writer.

Something unusual happened this afternoon; my emotions fluctuated intensely due to an incident at the high-rise building, and my qi hand started trembling.

I never believed people when they said a qi hand could tremble, but now I finally do.

When one is pushed to the extreme limit of anger, one truly does tremble, and quite violently at that.

A professional writer shouldn't be affected by emotions, but I was deeply affected.

There are only these two chapters today, but I will explode tomorrow.

Because once the intense anger subsides, there is always a need for release, and I will use updates to vent my fury.