Inside the locker room, Wu Yun spent 2.7 million to raise his strength, speed, and intelligence to 79. Now, all his base stats were at 79 points.

Leaving the locker room, he casually picked a punching bag. Wu Yun stood beside it and expertly began wrapping his hands, clenching his fist as he went to check the tightness of the wraps.

At seven in the evening, it was peak time for both gyms and boxing clubs. The few coaches in the facility were all busy with private sessions or group classes, so no one paid any attention to Wu Yun.

After warming up, Wu Yun put on his boxing gloves. Feeling the snug fit of the new gloves, he felt a surge of power he was eager to unleash.

A few piercing jabs from his lead hand struck the punching bag, making a dull, heavy sound.

Liu Yi looked over at Wu Yun with some surprise. Watching the commotion as Wu Yun landed combinations of punches and kicks on the bag, he frowned. During a student’s break, he went to the front desk to ask about the situation. He only relaxed a little after learning that Wu Yun was a newly registered member.

Wearing headphones, Wu Yun was immersed in his own little world. Two hours passed quickly.

During this time, Wu Yun even got a surprise video call from Bai Yue to check up on him. Seeing Wu Yun’s skilled fighting technique, Bai Yue was quite astonished and kept asking why she never knew he was so good back in high school.

He had just hung up with Bai Yue when a video call from Qi Fei popped up. Qi Fei wasn’t surprised, as she’d heard Wu Yun mention that he had trained before.

Qi Fei, however, teased Wu Yun about not going out to pick up girls. Wu Yun joked back, "I’m saving myself for you."

........

After showering and leaving the boxing club, it was already 9:30 PM.

Wu Yun packed up his dirty clothes and tossed them into the front trunk. The system’s notification sound chimed: "DING!~"

"Combat Practice Check-in: Day 1." Another useless, low-level badge lit up.

Wu Yun’s gaze shifted to the advanced badges further down the list. "Defeat a Professional Boxer"—reward unknown.

Wu Yun smiled. ’Whatever happens, happens. It’s not like I’m going to become a professional fighter anyway.’

He entered "Rongcheng SPACE CLUB" into his navigation. Today’s destination was a famous nightclub Wu Yun had heard of even in his past life, one that had supposedly made it onto a list of the world’s top 100 nightclubs.

Half an hour later, from a long way off, Wu Yun saw the 339 Shopping Center’s landmark, the 339 TV Tower. Its multicolored lights made it particularly striking.

At the entrance of Space Club, a promoter named Xiaowu was pacing around anxiously. During a meeting today, he had told his supervisor that a rich heir was coming and had specially requested the best table.

But it was now more than ten minutes past the arranged time of 10:00 PM, and Xiaowu couldn’t very well call and rush a major client.

The distinctive roar of a supercar echoed from the distance. The experienced Xiaowu immediately recognized it as the unique sound of a Lamborghini engine.

The anxious look on Xiaowu’s face vanished, replaced by a smile. The client’s first WeChat Moments post had been a car purchase contract. Subsequent posts, whether it was a casually revealed watch or a photo of his company’s office, all convinced Xiaowu that this was a huge client.

Xiaowu quickly walked to the side of the road, called the client to explain his location, and prepared to greet him.

Wu Yun slowed down, followed the directions the promoter Xiaowu had given, and saw him waving by the roadside.

He stopped in front of Xiaowu, and as he lowered the window, a wave of heat washed over him.

"Young Master Wu! Please follow me."

Xiaowu removed the barrier from a reserved parking spot and guided Wu Yun to park in the designated spot right at the entrance. Then, he eagerly opened the car door for him.

Wu Yun casually pulled out two hundred-yuan bills, handed them to Xiaowu, and said, "So, where have you set me up? This is my first time at a nightclub, so you better have arranged something good for me!"

Xiaowu happily accepted the tip, and after thanking him, said, "Young Master Wu, I’ve arranged the best booth in the entire club for you. It’s just that the minimum charge is..."

"Didn’t I tell you? The money’s not important. What’s important is..." Wu Yun raised his eyebrows suggestively at Xiaowu.

Xiaowu understood instantly. "No problem, Young Master Wu! I’ve got plenty of resources. I’ll definitely make sure you’re satisfied."

Following Xiaowu, Wu Yun passed through security. After pushing aside the final heavy curtain, he was hit by deafening, pulsating music. A wave of sound and cold air washed over him.

Wu Yun wasn’t used to the noisy environment; it felt like the music was going to make his heart pound right out of his chest.

He took a deep breath and exhaled, feeling slightly better. Looking at the sci-fi-themed decor and lighting of SPACE, Wu Yun thought that aside from the noise, everything else looked pretty good.

Wu Yun’s reaction convinced Xiaowu that this really was his first time at a nightclub. While leading the way, he turned and shouted, "Young Master Wu, take a few deep breaths! You’ll get used to it!"

Wu Yun couldn’t hear Xiaowu clearly but simply nodded at him.

They navigated through the dense crowd, weaving and winding their way to their destination: a booth directly facing the dance floor and stage, the closest one to the action.

A few muscular men dressed as security guards moved aside, letting Wu Yun and Xiaowu into the booth.

Xiaowu took out his phone, opened an app, and shouted in Wu Yun’s ear, "Young Master Wu! What would you like to drink?"

Wu Yun found shouting too tiring. He pointed to his own phone, unlocked it, and typed a message for Xiaowu: "I’ve heard the Divine Dragon Set is the most famous thing in a club. I’ve never seen one before!"

Seeing Wu Yun’s message, Xiaowu got so excited that his hand holding the phone trembled slightly. He quickly typed back: "Young Master Wu, we have a few Divine Dragon Sets! The six-color Great Divine Dragon is 88,888 yuan, a five-color version is 78,888 yuan, and the Little Divine Dragon Set, which comes in gold, pink, or violet, is 41,999 yuan. Which one would you like?"

"What if I can’t finish it all?" Wu Yun typed, his feet tapping to the rhythm of the music of their own accord.

"Young Master Wu, you’re our VIP, so you can store the liquor here." ’Once you buy this Divine Dragon Set, *then* you’ll be a VIP,’ Xiaowu added silently.

"Alright! Let’s start with the 88,888 one. I’ll pay by card!" Wu Yun typed, pulling out the black card that had been delivered a couple of days ago. ’It only has a two-million-yuan limit, but this card carries a lot of weight.’

When Xiaowu saw it was an ICBC Centurion Black Gold Card, he became even more respectful toward Wu Yun. After speaking a few words into his earpiece walkie-talkie, he sent another message to Wu Yun: "Young Master Wu, I was wondering what type of girls you like? I have all kinds of resources here."

Wu Yun thought for a moment and sent his reply: "Clean, pretty, and with a good figure! No preference on type!"

Xiaowu understood. He replied, "Young Master Wu, rest assured. They’re all gorgeous, have proper jobs, and are definitely not the type who just freeload off booths every other day. They aren’t part of the atmosphere team either." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Xiaowu then opened WeChat and selected the group message function: "Divine Dragon Set, rich heir, come to booth 1 ASAP." He checked off four avatars of different types.

Xiaowu wasn’t exaggerating. The few people he had just messaged were all gorgeous, had great bodies, and were seen as goddesses in the eyes of others.

Just as Xiaowu was making small talk with Wu Yun, the atmosphere in the club shifted. Many people’s eyes focused on a line of sultry women holding colorful light-up signs. After parading around the club on a fixed route, the women headed straight for Wu Yun’s booth.