Too light. ★Complete Novels★ Qin Fen shook his head repeatedly, sighing endlessly. Something like a thunder cloud storm he could handle with one hand. This heavy-load suit here was only a thousand pounds. That was only good enough to fool a child.

The waitress secretly glanced at the heavy lead suit next to her. It was a thousand-pound garment! She tentatively asked again, "Sir. Are you sure it's too light?"

"Is there anything heavier? Nothing at all?"

The disappointment on Qin Fen's face was unmistakable. It seemed one really couldn't judge by the advertisements. The exaggeration on this item was simply too great. And they claimed to have complete facilities.

As a server, the girl once again keenly picked up on Qin Fen's dissatisfaction. This dissatisfaction clearly contained the intention to leave. The meaning that a major client was about to be lost.

"Yes, yes, yes. Please wait a moment." The girl touched the intercom at her waist, hurried out of the room, and quickly said, "Manager. I am attending to a Lieutenant Colonel who looks under twenty years old..."

"What? Under twenty? Are you sure?"

The girl heard the manager's astonished reply. Her shocked heart finally found some balance. This time, she wasn't the only one terrified by that young monster.

"Likely a Lieutenant Colonel under twenty," the girl answered the manager very seriously. "I know, Manager. I will treat him well, but... but his request is very strange. He asked for a heavy-load suit. Of course, I took him to see them. But he said the clothes inside were too light. Exactly! He stood in front of the thousand-pound heavy-load suit and said, light."

...

A silence fell over the intercom. As the manager of this high-end fitness club, he was supposed to be experienced and knowledgeable, yet he had never encountered anything like what was happening today.

A thousand-pound heavy lead suit, while not the heaviest on the market, was usually only needed by those practicing ancient martial arts such as Mount Sumeru Strength, Dragon-Elephant Wisdom, Nine Bulls Two Tigers Power, or the new martial art Mighty God Technique. Few people required anything heavier.

A young master practicing Mount Sumeru? Dragon-Elephant Wisdom? Nine Bulls Two Tigers Power? Mighty God Technique? Although these were peerless arts unobtainable by mere wealth, it didn't mean young masters were fond of practicing them!

The manager rubbed his forehead. Had the trend really changed? Weren't all the truly top-tier young masters fond of practicing the Yi Jin Jing, Eight Directions Six Harmonies—I Alone Am Supreme, Arhat Subduing Demon Technique, and the new martial arts like Sunlight Technique, Yin-Yang Magnetic Art, and Pluto Vortex Technique?

"You wait right there. I will personally handle this person! Rest assured, if we succeed, the commission and performance bonus will still be yours."

The manager dropped the line and swiftly left his comfortable office, quickening his pace. The rhythmic tap-tap of his footsteps echoed continuously in the quiet corridor.

A Lieutenant Colonel before the age of twenty? The manager's eyes showed undisguised doubt. Was he the President's son? A Lieutenant Colonel before twenty? Or perhaps the granddaughter of Martial God Song? Wait! Martial God Song didn't have a granddaughter! Hmph, hmph. Could he be the Martial God's future grandson-in-law?

The manager showed a hint of sarcasm. It seemed Martial God Song's granddaughter was not yet married. Qin Fen idly surveyed the room's environment. The one-thousand-pound suit was somewhat disappointing. He hoped the next encounter wouldn't be equally disheartening.

Tap-tap-tap...

Qin Fen raised an eyebrow as the manager walked in from outside. Indeed! This man, dressed in a sharp suit, looking to be in his early thirties, with his hair slicked back immaculately, gave the impression of a business elite. A small name tag hung on his chest reading "Manager."

"Sir, I am the manager here, my name is Hua. How may I assist you?"

Manager Hua delivered a string of crisp opening remarks, his eyes subtly darting to Qin Fen's epaulets and collar insignia. They were genuine Lieutenant Colonel markings, not cheap knock-offs bought off the street. Furthermore, the intense aura of a soldier about him could not be faked.

"I require a heavy-load suit," Qin Fen glanced at the suit hanging on the nearby rack and shook his head again. "These are too light."

The waitress nearby secretly looked towards the manager, her bright eyes seemingly saying: See! I wasn't wrong, was I?

Manager Hua paused slightly. He had initially suspected someone was impersonating a Lieutenant Colonel to cause trouble, but he hadn't expected a genuine, this young, Colonel to actually show up.

"Although we don't stock it immediately, we can arrange for the heavy-load suit you require to be custom-made in the shortest possible time. Believe me, among all the high-end clubs in Shengjing, our service is the best, and our capability is the strongest."

"Three thousand five hundred pounds, plus the limb protectors, totaling four thousand pounds," Qin Fen nodded slightly. "These should be about right."

Four thousand pounds in total? The service staff and Manager Hua both gasped repeatedly. This man, who looked physically strong, possessed such terrifying strength? Was he truly human? Or a small mechanized armor unit?

Seeing their surprised expressions, Qin Fen felt a little embarrassed to tell them that he wore these to enter the gravity room.

Manager Hua proved himself to be a sharp young business elite, immediately calling manufacturers nearby. A heavy-load suit of this specification was almost the heaviest commercially available. Usually, suits made to such extreme weights were merely demonstrations of capability for clients. Even super-heavy defense suits could be made incredibly thin and light.

"Sir, please wait a moment," Manager Hua smiled at Qin Fen, secretly trying to figure out the background of this young man. How could someone reach the rank of Lieutenant Colonel so young? He needed to cultivate this relationship well. This person might become a heavyweight in the military later, and when the club expanded to other businesses, they could appropriately dabble in military auxiliary equipment. That was a surefire way to make money.

No matter how much science and technology advanced, the nature of relationships remained unchanged. Everyone knew the military was a massive source of profit, but not everyone could get a finger in that pie.

Connections. To break into the military supply market required connections—connections with real power brokers!

A Lieutenant Colonel under twenty? Manager Hua believed that any sensible person would realize this man had limitless potential in the military! If he served him well now and forged a connection, even a small favor he tossed his way later could translate into a massive fortune.

Manager Hua engaged Qin Fen in sporadic conversation, trying to subtly probe for information, but he found that Qin Fen’s seemingly casual replies were always watertight.

Truly a child from a prominent family! Manager Hua became even more convinced of his guess. Without the training of a major family, one could not answer so steadily, yet he refused to reveal anything about his family members or the location of his residence.

Perhaps the relationship wasn't close enough yet. He would find out later, Manager Hua reassured himself.

Before long, a server pushed a magnetic levitation transport cart into the room.

Manager Hua rushed forward to open the small transport cart. A set of exquisitely crafted, inner-layer-style heavy-load suits appeared before their eyes.

Never mind the small appearance of this garment; it was worth millions! Not only was its inherent weight immense, but due to its high density and the inclusion of special materials, its protective performance surpassed the legendary Dragon Scale Bulletproof Vest.

However, because the weight was truly terrifying, even with excellent protection, creating a defensive garment of the same weight from other materials would yield a far superior result.

"Mr. Qin, here are the suits."

Manager Hua stood beside the crate. He couldn't lift the three-thousand-five-hundred-pound items.

Qin Fen strode to the crate and was momentarily surprised: "Oh? Long johns and leggings style?"

Manager Hua pulled the two servers back out of the room. Young masters probably didn't have a habit of showing off their underwear in front of others.

Qin Fen didn't stand on ceremony. Utilizing the full speed of the Dragon-Elephant Wisdom, he lifted the three-thousand-plus-pound garment and put it on, then fastened all the limb protectors. He immediately felt a downward pressure.

Crack...

As Qin Fen took a step, he heard the sound of the flagstone underfoot shattering. He quickly looked down. The club's decoration was excessively luxurious. In pursuit of grandeur, they had neglected the durability of the floor slabs. It seemed these slabs could only withstand three times his normal weight.

What to do? Qin Fen shook his head as he walked out. Was he about to turn into a destructive maniac? If the military saw his terrifying strength and didn't cover the damage, wouldn't he be in deep trouble?

Control... Control...

Qin Fen adjusted his physical state. Although he couldn't reduce the weight, if he controlled his power well, upon landing, he would try to evenly distribute and diffuse the force...

Crack...

Taking another step, the flagstone beneath Qin Fen’s foot cracked again, but this time it was clearly much better than the previous one that had pulverized into pieces.

Control works! Qin Fen's eyes lit up. He carefully took another step. Hiss...

The floor let out a groan but showed no signs of fracturing. Qin Fen let out a long breath. Fortunately, he had paid close attention to training his control force daily; otherwise, it would have been truly embarrassing!

One step, two steps, three steps...

The floor’s groaning sound grew fainter and quickly vanished without a trace. A smile finally appeared on Qin Fen's face. He was still cautiously focusing on this issue of control. If he could wear this for an extended period, transforming this level of control into his daily life...

Qin Fen shook his head again. This clothing looked exquisitely made, and the price was likely staggeringly high. He shouldn't entertain any thoughts of buying such an item.

Leaving the room, Qin Fen looked at the three people waiting outside the door and whispered, "Excuse me, which way is the gravity room?"

The gravity room! The three people waiting outside simultaneously felt a dizzying sensation. Wearing four thousand pounds and still going to the gravity room? There had to be a limit to self-torture! Where on earth did this monster come from? Was he a robot? A robot? He had heard rumors that the highest level of simulation robots looked exactly like real humans!