Leaving the Red Mist Bar, He Mu went to the training room and applied for a weekly card.
Earlier, he spent 10,000 yuan for half a day in the training room.
With the weekly card that cost 70,000 yuan, it would save him around half the price.
The same went for the depletion of their red mist, but the results of different ways of depletion were completely different.
The poorer ones could only work out at home.
The slightly richer ones could use facilities like the reaction room.
The really rich ones hired trainers to simulate an actual battle to deplete their power.
Although the combat power data between the three categories seemed similar, the difference between them was worlds apart.
This was the benefit of money.
He Mu now had more than 600,000 yuan and didn't even think about saving.
After applying the weekly card for the reaction room, he went into a pharmacy that he usually didn't dare to enter.
But after just a casual glance, he came out with some disappointment.
The drugs in the pharmacy were mainly divided into three major types.
The first type was combat drugs.
As the name implied, they were temporary injectable agents for combat.
Some drugs could be used to relieve pain, quickly restore physical strength, and refresh minds. Apart from them, some were also antidotes.
The second type was the support-cultivation drugs. Once injected, the drug would stimulate certain functions of the body and one would run out of energy in a very short time.
There was even a drug that allowed ordinary people to last longer in their limit state, which could slightly improve the probability of ordinary people becoming Red Mist Fighters.
This was also one of the highest selling drugs in the pharmacy.
As for the last type, it was a strengthening drug.
Injected with this drug, one could directly become stronger.
However, it would stimulate one's cells, slightly change one's genes, and had nothing to do with the red mist.
And because of that, the enhancement effects of such drugs were quite limited. The vast majority of them couldn't improve even a bit of combat power.
But many of them also couldn't handle this kind of drug.
If one were injected with the full range of such drugs, one would only gain at most three to four combat power.
Although this drug and red mist were unrelated, only Red Mist Fighters could be injected.
Because the bodies of Red Mist Fighters were more resistant.
And because this drug required long-term injections, it was basically an exclusive drug used by rich people who sought perfection.
Ordinary Red Mist Fighters spent their money elsewhere, which was more cost-effective than injecting such a genetic drug.
If He Mu owned several hundred million yuan and was using the best of everything, he would perhaps consider injecting this kind of drug.
But at that moment, he obviously hadn't reached that realm yet.
"Maybe there are better genetic drugs in bigger cities."
Leaving the pharmacy, He Mu rented a house nearby through some rental software.
He rented a house for only a month for 10,000 yuan.
He wasn't going to go home during this period of time.
On the one hand, it was because the vicinity of the military district was too safe and few missions would appear.
On the other hand, he wanted to train himself quickly within the Red Mist Alliance.
Uncle Li had a saying that was right.
He could only seize an opportunity when it came to him if he was strong enough.
And he also mentioned that Lingzhou had recruited a few Red Mist Fighters with more than 100 combat power.
Reaching 100 combat power was very difficult for people in the same age group, but it wasn't that hard for himself.
He Mu had some ideas at the moment.
Rules were set by people.
He refused to believe that if he reached 100 combat power after a while, the army would reject him because he didn't meet the requirement of "did not suffer any major illness in the last two years".
Or that the school wouldn't accept him because he didn't take the entrance exam.
In short, if one showed unparalleled potential, everywhere would give one the green light.
If the place didn't give the green light, it meant that one hadn't shown enough potential.
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With Uncle Li's promise, and with such an idea, He Mu was no longer lost.
After renting a home near the Red Mist Alliance, he would go to the Red Mist Alliance every day to train for ten hours.
Then late at night, he would head to the nearby Thorn Road to run a few laps.
Thorn Road was the name of the road, located around the industrial area near the Red Mist Alliance. It was about 10 kilometers long and two meters wide.
It was called Thorn Road because the entire road was covered in dark pits and filled with debris everywhere.
It was said that the reason for making this road was to attract Red Mist Fighters to train their skills.
As for why it was built near the industrial area, it was that it was at the edge of the city; the most accident-prone location in the city.
It could attract some Red Mist Fighters to the neighborhood, and was also conducive to handling some unexpected events.
He Mu came here late at night to run two laps. He wanted to train himself and also see if he could receive some instant missions.
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Just like that, time passed day by day.
In the blink of an eye, it was the beginning of August. Twelve days had passed since He Mu rented a place near the Red Mist district.
In these 12 days, He Mu didn't receive any news from Uncle Li, nor did he receive any missions.
But he wasn't too impatient.
Because he could feel that his strength was advancing by leaps and bounds.
Late this night, after He Mu ran two laps of Thorn Road as usual, he didn't return to his rented home, but went to the Red Mist Alliance.
It was three o'clock in the morning, and the space in front of the combat power wall was empty.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, He Mu arrived in front of the combat power tester.
Just like before, he pushed it with his fist.
In fact, others tested with a full punch. But if he really did that, perhaps he would break his fist on the spot.
That was why he could only push his fist against it, and he kept pushing until he felt his arm couldn't bear it anymore and stopped.
Not long after, the combat power tester reported the data.
"Combat power, 50."
Looking at the result, He Mu was very relieved.
Twelve days ago his combat power was 23. But now, he had a combat power of 50. During this period, he didn't go through any special training, but merely exercised day after day.
Just like this, on average, he raised his combat power by two a day.
If this were to get out, perhaps he would have a hard time escaping the fate of entering the Biological Research Institute.
"If I take a college entrance exam with 50 points of combat power, I can basically choose any school, except for the famous ones."
He Mu withdrew his fist and thought.
Of course, he wanted to break the rules, but 50 combat power was still not enough.
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Just as He Mu was concentrating on his calculations, a voice suddenly came from the next corner.
"Hey! Why does this method of testing your combat power look so familiar? Which school are you from?"
He Mu was startled, and he immediately took two steps back.
Only then did he find a long-haired man squatting in the darkness of the corner.
The long-haired man's face was red. He held a bottle of white wine in his hand, and several bottles of wine were already scattered on the ground around him. He was apparently an alcoholic.
His tone of voice also sounded like drunken words.
But since this man was drinking at this place, there was a high chance that he was also a Red Mist Fighter. And Red Mist Fighters also wouldn't be unconscious even if they were drunk.
Could it be that there are people who, like myself, progress in strength faster than the speed of physical strengthening?
At this thought, He Mu subconsciously wanted to go up and ask for some advice.
But at that moment, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang, accompanied by a strong vibration.
Without thinking too much, He Mu hurriedly took out his phone.
A window popped up, and it was the Red Mist Alliance's mission system.
This was his first time in 12 days to experience what it felt like to receive an urgent mission. He even used to want to take on a lot of instant missions.
He tapped on it, and the content of the mission was immediately displayed on the screen.
The first row was a line of small gray letters, which was the system prompt.
"Given that the person seeking help has completed a mission with you, this mission is offered to you as a priority."
Further below, there was a voice message, and He Mu tilted his head to listen to it.
"F*ck! There's a Scythe Weasel in Lushu District. It has killed several people. We can't defeat it, please come and help! I think this Scythe Weasel has a combat power of more than 20, so don't f*cking accept if your combat power is below 25! Hurry up! I can't hold on any longer!"
After hearing this voice, He Mu's expression stiffened.
This person's voice sounded familiar to him. It was Wei Lan who took him to complete his tenth mission before!
He didn't expect that his eleventh mission would be her help mission!
It was too late to be surprised, and He Mu immediately accepted the mission. According to the system's prompt, he ran wildly in the direction of Lushu District.