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Chapter 602 - 390 Remote Control

Chapter 602: Chapter 390 Remote Control

"The number one in the world? Humph!"

Huqiu District, Feng Bridge Street.

A man with a crew cut, looking cold and aloof, stood with his arms crossed, looking up at the shiny new sign that read "Liang Shanbo Boxing Gym," and let out a disdainful snort.

He carried a huge travel backpack on his back and looked dusty as if he had just traveled a long distance.

Although he didn’t appear very tall or burly, the black, tight-fitting T-shirt he wore showcased his eight-pack abs and the taut lines of muscles across his body...

"Wow~ That physique is too good! (✧◡✧)"

"Yeah, yeah, he also has the look of a creamy-faced pretty boy, totally my type!"

"Yeah, yeah, I really want to ask for his number!"

The man who had been posing as a stoic, tough guy suddenly looked unnatural, and upon closer inspection, even his ears turned red...

"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, all women are skulls, ah tofu Buddha!"

Not daring to look at the scantily clad passerby beauties nearby, the man lowered his head and quickly walked into the boxing gym...

Just as the man entered, an older and a younger man disembarked from a taxi not far away.

"Cough, cough!"

"Master, are you okay?"

"I’m fine, just been sitting in the car too long. Just need a moment."

"You’ve just recovered a bit, I told you we should have flown here, but you insisted on taking the train."

"Cough, cough! I’ve always been grounded all my life, flying so high, this little heart of mine can’t take it. I might have gotten sick before even arriving."

The elder lifted his head and glanced at the gym’s sign.

"Liang Shanbo? Is this the place?"

"Hmm! It should be right here!"

"Good, then let’s go inside..."

...

Meanwhile, in the boxing gym’s ring.

"Bang! Bang bang!"

In a flurry of physical collisions, three men in full protective gear were struggling to fend off the punches and kicks launched by a tall figure in the center.

"Bang!" Ah Xing’s arms were like iron, his palms like the playing dragon in water, with one punch he sent a man stumbling back several steps, crashing into the bouncy ropes behind.

Turning, he stepped on the hand-held guard of another man behind him, used it to leap into the air, and with a mid-air spinning kick, sent another man flying.

After landing, he closed the distance with a sliding step, and unleashed a series of rapid punches like a fierce wind and fierce tiger, quickly throwing over a dozen punches and rendering his final opponent defenseless, forcing him to retreat continuously...

In no time, all three men were groaning on the ground, unable to get up.

"Amazing!" "Brother Ah Xing is mighty!"

The onlooking crowd of underlings immediately applauded, and upon closer inspection, many were dressed in security uniforms.

Ah Xing hopped off the ring, somewhat unsatisfied, and took off his gloves.

Since Brother Biao had been released from prison, he had forbidden Ah Xing from participating in underground boxing matches.

The security company was transitioning into something more professional and formal, even changing the corporate culture slogan at the door to "Abide by the Law."

This led to the cessation of many borderline businesses they previously engaged in, leaving Ah Xing without a fight for a while.

Ah Xing, feeling like he had prematurely retired, was uncomfortably idle.

Fortunately, the company had recently acquired this boxing gym.

Although the gym’s name was a bit odd, it finally gave him a place to exercise his muscles.

"Here." Brother Biao, watching from below, chuckled and tossed over a towel, asking, "How are these brothers?"

Catching the towel and draping it over his shoulders, Ah Xing pursed his lips and succinctly responded with three words.

"Too weak!"

"Heh!" Not surprised by this assessment, Brother Biao smiled wryly.

These three were among the best picked from the underlings.

But they were merely the better physically fit among ordinary people, and naturally couldn’t compare to someone like Ah Xing, who was used to the high stakes of underground boxing matches.

Security guards, even in major cities, average only a salary of three to four thousand.

In the eyes of most, they’re barely better than sanitation workers, a low-tier job looked down upon in the social hierarchy, even the salary of a delivery person is several times higher.

With the pay laid out like that, what kind of outstanding talents do you expect to attract?

"Did you hear that? Too weak! Everyone needs to train more!"

"We need security guards who can fight and endure, not the kind who just shout and chant like the lackeys we used to have!"

"Starting today, physical training doubles! Every person must train at least three hours a day!"

"Ah?" "You must be kidding?" The underlings groaned in protest.

"Ah what? Our company only needs two kinds of people, those who move their hands and those who move their mouths!"

"If anyone doesn’t want to train, go over to customer support and answer the phone!"

Hearing this, the underlings scattered like birds and beasts, each finding a spot to start their training.

To have this group of thugs, who usually spew "Your mother!" swapping it for a gentle "Hello, may I interest you in a loan? First-time borrowing rate annualized at just 3.9% dear!" over the phone was akin to a fate worse than death...

Even though it was a boxing gym, Master Hu had big plans when he invested; he really built it according to the highest standards, with every kind of training equipment available.

After selling it to Wanwu Security, all these facilities were simply included as extra with the sale.

Watching the underlings punching, running, jumping rope, lifting bars... some were even doing yoga and Pilates!

Brother Biao couldn’t help but hold his forehead, this was basically just gym training based on a hunch...