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The situation was better than he had imagined. The Gatekeeper must have helped with the maintenance and renovation of the training facility. Although its scale wasn't very large, the equipment inside was well-maintained.
"The equipment is in good condition. This is the lease agreement until the end of next year. I had a lawyer draft it, and I've signed for next year as well. I'll just give you the money directly."
He didn't plan to say much more, as he didn't want to waste time getting caught up in trivial chatter. After all, the old man still had plenty of energy to oversee things here, help with repairs, and teach the children martial arts.
This was part of his years-long commitment to helping children grow up healthy through charitable activities, expecting nothing in return. In the eyes of those around him, this old man's attentiveness sometimes surpassed that of school teachers. He not only looked after the children but also provided them with free breakfast, lunch, and dinner, waiting for their parents to come pick them up in the evening.
Freyr had heard many people around him talk about this old man. If that was the case, doing good deeds should count him as part of it too. He decided that this money would be used to cover the expenses of this place. Moreover, if he ever encountered financial difficulties in the future, he would step up to provide monetary support for this kind-hearted Old Man, perhaps by building a Senior Fitness Center where the old man could serve as a fitness consultant at the entrance. This would allow children to come in and benefit from it as well, achieving a win-win situation that could generate income while addressing basic needs and earning a good reputation.
Clearly, these were thoughts for the future. After looking around, Freyr took some time to clean up the training facility before heading out and taking a car back home.
With not much left to do, he handled a few other matters before returning home to rest.
The next day, everyone gathered at a designated place before heading to the training facility together. Upon arrival, they were all amazed by its luxury; they had ordered an Electric Muscle Stimulator last night.
This device used electrical currents to stimulate muscle development. It was said that sitting still for just one minute could equate to doing two hundred push-ups. This tool was incredibly useful for training arm strength; however, reaching a point where there was absolutely no fat on their muscles seemed unlikely.
A body without fat would be too heavy and could even injure muscles—one's life might be at risk. Therefore, aiming for a body fat percentage close to three percent was already considered Ultimate. At that stage, combined with their innate abilities, they would possess muscle density akin to steel and iron; few living beings could harm them in close combat.
Thus, for the foreseeable future—over ten days—they wouldn’t even be allowed to go out for meals. The Gatekeeper arranged for food deliveries from outside to prevent them from indulging carelessly and losing focus on their training. Rather than allowing them to become disheartened by such distractions, it was better to keep them confined. They were only permitted outside for bathroom breaks; going anywhere else was strictly forbidden.
Such days would continue for a long time, but for these cultivation enthusiasts, it was merely a fleeting moment; time would pass in the blink of an eye.
"I never expected this training method to be so advanced compared to my time in the military. I can't believe you all train like this; no wonder the people in the troops can't compare to you," Duan Shuai remarked, his words flowing freely. The speed at which he had improved through training was evident, and after witnessing his rapid progress, he felt a slight surge of ambition, especially regarding his undeniable intelligence.
Moreover, there had been some changes in his personality. Initially, it was thought that his character had been sharpened to a fine edge during his military service, but upon interaction, he wasn't as harsh as imagined. It seemed that exposure to society had significantly transformed his perspective, which was also the reason for the initial disagreement about him joining the police force.
They left the training room early after practicing for over ten sessions, needing time to prepare for their new mission. They consumed a large amount of food before heading to report at the association.
It appeared there were many things to clarify beforehand. How should they approach this mission? And how would they transition to the next one? The processes ahead might need to change.
Upon returning to the association, they entered the building.
The first floor still had those two managers. When they interacted with them, Freyr was still preoccupied with the previous situation. It seemed these two hadn't offended him in any way; it was just that Thinking was too rigid. If he were a bit more lively, he would understand that their approach was merely to get a sense of the situation and not genuinely meant for any particular purpose. Sometimes, it was unnecessary to take words too seriously.
In fact, their job was to keep an eye on those below them. Recently, the association had faced some bumps in its operations, and most of those coming to see the President were a mixed bag—unclear whether they were there for good or merely trying to get a piece of the pie.
These individuals could be quite troublesome, which is why they had implemented this management system. Unless there were special circumstances, access to different floors required passing through their authority cards, saving a lot of hassle.
"Welcome. Which floor do you need?" one of the managers asked.
"Don't you remember me?" Freyr inquired. The other nodded but quickly shook their head again, leaving him puzzled about what that gesture truly meant.
However, this was inconsequential; they weren't there to guess what others were thinking. He had no interest in delving into their minds; they were simply there to speak with the President. Besides, weren't they also responsible for monitoring the entrance last time? Shouldn't they remember what others in this building looked like?
Returning to the point, it hadn't been long since their last visit, so some situations still warranted different treatment. The manager slowly spoke up, "We don't intend to remember specific individuals. If you are esteemed guests arranged by the President, we have records and logs here with your names and intended floors so we can assist you." The manager then promptly pulled out a black notebook from their jacket pocket.
He carefully flipped through the notes and then looked at the other party, suddenly recognizing them. "Could it be that you are members of the Hunter Team No. 116?" he said. He closed the notebook, wanting to see how they would respond. There were many details to handle here, and he couldn't afford to let his mind wander elsewhere.
One of the Managers looked up and noticed that one of the men was wearing a team badge on his chest. The expression on the leader's large, monstrous face was particularly serious as he observed the unique emblem. It was a special badge held only by Commanders, gleaming with a golden sheen, featuring the Arabic numeral 116 prominently displayed on it.
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