Chapter 167: Rapidly Increasing Iron Intake, a Heart-Wrenching Decision

[You have successfully completed the training of physical training! ]

[The three solutions of blood and flesh are performed simultaneously, and the effects are superimposed! ]

[The pig iron stored in your body undergoes a double subtle digestion process, and its edibility is slightly increased by double ↑]

Feng Mu's eyes suddenly widened, staring at the prompt box passing by in disbelief, with the word "double" reflected in his eyes, and his face suddenly turned from iron blue to red.

Feng Mu quickly suppressed his excitement and immersed himself in the training of physical training again.

An hour later.

[You practiced physical training for an hour! ]

[The proficiency of physical training +3! ]

[The proficiency of the three solutions of blood and flesh·physical training has not increased. ]

In addition to the simultaneous birth of the bone version and the flesh version, the skill proficiency is not synchronized. It is a bug that the system does not allow Feng Mu to exploit.

But, this is not important, what is important is:

[The amount of raw iron stored in your body 7%→4.4%, iron intake 38.1%→40.7%]

The data changes brought about by practicing a single exercise may not be obvious enough, but once accumulated to an hour of practice time, the results will immediately appear.

For Feng Mu, measuring the increase in iron intake in hours has become his habitual calculation method.

Feng Mu quickly estimated in his mind and came to a surprising conclusion:

"In the past, the average increase in raw iron consumption was about 1.4% for one hour of practicing physical training, but now, this number has jumped to 2.6%."

He continued to calculate, "This 2.6% increase is actually the result of the double superposition of the bone version and the flesh version. Separately, the increase of each version is only about 1.3%."

"My initial judgment was not wrong. The upgrade of physical training did affect the digestion rate of iron consumption, but I ignored the unique and unrepeatable "bug" mechanism of [Blood Flesh Beginning True Skill]."

"Therefore, the overall efficiency has not only not decreased, but has increased, soaring to 1.85 times the original!"

Feng Mu couldn't help licking his lips, his heart full of gratitude to the system.

He sincerely apologized to the system in his heart: "System, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you. You will always be my most reliable partner, and you and I are the best in the world."

Feng Mu is not a man who can only talk, he is a man of action.

To show his sincerity, Feng Mu immediately decided to cancel the two and a half hours of sleep originally scheduled tonight and replace it with the training time of physical exercise.

What, you said staying up late hurts the body, so Feng Mu must work all night from time to time to rest the body damaged by staying up late, no problem.

Feng Mu took out his mobile phone and looked at the time 04:14, and calculated in his mind: "The current pig iron consumption is 40.7%. If I can practice without stopping for a moment, it will only take 23 hours to fill the progress bar."

Then, Feng Mu closed his eyes, threw away all distracting thoughts, and began to practice physical exercise with full concentration.

….

At 06:27, the night was thick, Li Guishe quietly got up, walked to the door silently, his eyes penetrated the curtain of the night, and stared at the lonely figure in the yard.

He stood behind the door, quietly lost in thought, and did not move for a long time.

In the long silence, his face changed from cloudy to bright, and his inner struggle was like the turbulent sea, fluctuating.

Finally, he reached out and touched the secret book hidden close to his chest, and his breathing gradually returned from heavy to calm.

"My dear disciples, don't blame me, I am also dedicated to the future of [Ronggui Sect]!"

Li Guishe seemed to have made up his mind. Looking at the yard, his eyes flashed with a gloomy and cold light from time to time.

In the bedroom, Li Bashan, who was rarely sleeping unsteadily, suddenly woke up, inexplicably felt a terrifying palpitation, and a few wisps of cold air seeped out of his back.

He sat up, randomly pulled off the socks blocking his mouth, and exhaled a few deep breaths, trying to calm his anxiety.

Then, he walked heavily to the window, his eyes penetrated the window lattice and fell on the figure practicing in the yard.

He stood there silently for a long time, until the lights of Shangcheng gradually lit up and filled the whole world, then he gently opened the door and stepped into the tranquility of the early morning.

As usual, he went straight to the kitchen and picked up his wooden barrel rice.

He sat at the stone table in the yard, eating attentively, chewing hard with every bite, even swallowing the bone residue into his stomach, as if he wanted to swallow all his thoughts and emotions along with the food.

After the meal, Li Bashan put down the rice bucket and said to Feng Mu in a muffled voice: "Junior brother, I will arrange for you to work in the prison in the next two days, so you should be ready."

Li Bashan did not ask whether Chang Qingsen was still alive. This was a tacit understanding among the brothers.

Feng Mu's eyes lit up, nodded heavily, and then continued to practice physical exercise.

…….

In the center of the No. 2 prison in District 9, the door of the warden's office slowly opened. Li Bashan stepped into the room with steady steps, but he couldn't help but be slightly startled.

He was surprised to find that the originally open office was actually divided by a huge horizontal glass wall. The glass wall was as smooth as a mirror and airtight.

It should be because of the rush of construction. There was still a protective film printed with "Nano-tip explosion-proof A-5U2S" on the glass that had not been torn off in time.

Warden Qian Huan stood behind the explosion-proof glass with a calm and gentle face. He pointed to the sofa opposite and said, "Bashan, are you going to go over to the prison warden and come to me to report to me this time?"

Li Bashan retracted his gaze from scanning the glass, took out his resume from his pocket, and handed it towards the glass.

Qian Huan's expression moved slightly. He picked up the remote control on his desk and pressed it. The explosion-proof glass cracked a thin crack one finger wide, just enough to accommodate paper documents and stuff them in.

He took the resume, glanced down, frowned slightly and said:

"You have submitted this resume before, but it does not comply with the prescribed process. I asked you to hand it over to Qian Feng before, why did you bring it to me again? Bashan, you have to convince Qian Feng first. Only he can Nod, I’m here to give you permission so others can’t gossip.”

After Li Bashan waited for Qian Huan to finish speaking, he said angrily: "The person who handed over the money can't come."

Qian Huan's movements paused, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Li Bashan's face. A trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes, and then he seemed to be looking for some kind of certainty.

With an imperceptible tremor in his voice, he asked, "Are you sure?"

Li Bashan's expression remained unchanged and he responded firmly: "Yes, he can no longer come. Now, my junior brother is the only one left in this position."

Qian Huan couldn't help but take a breath of cold air and thought to himself: "He did not persuade Qian Rui, but directly solved the candidates recommended by Qian Rui. To me, the result does not seem to be much different."

He originally had many doubts in his mind, but when faced with Li Bashan's fierce face, all his doubts disappeared instantly.

As for his "eating people but not spitting out their bones" appearance, any further question would be disrespectful to Li Bashan's appearance.

Qian Huan pondered for a long time, put his resume on the table behind him, took a pen and was about to sign for approval. He paused again and asked lightly:

"I am willing to accept your junior brother to join the prison, but the problem is that Qian Feng can still send other people's resumes here. How should I refuse him?"

Li Bashan did not hesitate and said calmly: "No, no matter who gives the money, the warden can just throw it in the trash can. There is no need to waste time."

After Qian Huan heard this, he couldn't help but feel a chill rising up his spine. He glanced at the isolating explosion-proof glass and felt a sense of insecurity in his heart.

He felt that it was necessary to have someone thicken the glass. No, it was best to thicken it two more layers to ensure safety.

Li Bashan noticed Qian Huan's hesitation and no sign, so he followed his intuition and added frankly again:

"I don't quite understand those cumbersome procedures. I only know that in a prison, shouldn't the warden be the biggest one? In that case, aren't the words of the warden the most unquestionable rule in the prison?"

Qian Huan laughed loudly when he heard this, and signed in one breath: "You are right, there are some bad habits in our prison that need to be rectified, so you should go back and inform your junior brother to report to the prison as soon as possible. "