Super Soldier in the City
Chapter 207: Fitness

Chapter 207: Chapter 207: Fitness

Chu Xiaoyao wasn’t there for a workout; she just came to play with Li Yifei. Watching as Yifei moved from one exercise to the next, she stayed by his side, occasionally handing him a towel or bringing him water, her eyes filled with admiration.

The amount of exercise Yifei did was simply too much, far surpassing those training beside him. Even the guys with big builds seemed weak in comparison. Xiaoyao couldn’t understand how someone with Yifei’s physique could possess such immense strength.

What Xiaoyao didn’t realize was that Yifei didn’t want to attract too much attention here, so he was actually holding back. Otherwise, if the gym-goers saw the kind of workouts he was used to with the Flying Hawk Squad, they would indeed think of him as a monster.

Li Yifei quite enjoyed Chu Xiaoyao’s attentiveness. He thought to himself that having someone as obedient as Xiaoyao around wasn’t a bad idea, perhaps even as a concubine.

But the thought made him laugh at himself. What kind of absurd idea was that? This wasn’t ancient society, the law mandated monogamy, and he could only have one wife. As for keeping mistresses, that never crossed Yifei’s mind, even though with his capabilities, it wouldn’t be a problem to support one or even several.

More than anything, Yifei now longed for a normal life with a cozy little home and one loving wife—that would be enough.

"Hey, Chu Xiaoyao, what are you doing here?" A girl’s voice came from behind. Yifei didn’t look back and continued his workout.

"You are... Songying?" Xiaoyao turned around to see who called her and took a closer look before recognizing her. It was a girl about her age, pretty too, but dressed quite flamboyantly with streaks of red and yellow in her hair. Although she had little makeup on, the row of earrings on her ears and several delicate tattoos on her arm made Xiaoyao almost unrecognizable.

She was Xiaoyao’s classmate from middle school. They had a competitive relationship because both were pretty and strong-willed, constantly vying for one thing or another. While they hadn’t had a significant conflict, there were numerous small ones.

Yet, after not seeing each other for more than two years, Xiaoyao felt no animosity upon meeting her old classmate again; there was, after all, some joy in seeing an old friend.

Three young men, about the same age as her, followed behind Songying. These guys were muscular and looked very strong. They, too, were sizing up Xiaoyao, which made her feel uncomfortable.

"Chu Xiaoyao, I come here often, how come I’ve never seen you here before?" Songying asked, puzzled.

"Hehe, I’m accompanying my ’uncle’ for some fun," Xiaoyao said, gesturing at Li Yifei.

"Your ’uncle’?" Songying paused for a second and then laughed mockingly, "Seriously, Chu Xiaoyao, you have such taste, ending up with an uncle?"

Xiaoyao lifted her head proudly and replied, "Yes, that’s my taste. Do you happen to have an uncle as well?"

Songying held her head high and said, "Indeed, who bothers with those inexperienced young guys anymore, without money or manners? It’s better to find a tasteful, wealthy uncle who knows how to treat a woman right."

Xiaoyao nodded vigorously, "Exactly, uncles are the best. I have no interest in those immature boys who think they’re so great when they’re nothing, completely dependent on their parents."

The three young men’s faces fell; they had met Songying here, hoping to get closer to her, only to discover she preferred older men. And now, seeing another beauty, she was yet again being charmed by an uncle, leaving them feeling indescribably frustrated. They wondered what was so great about this uncle that he could attract so many beautiful girls.

Yifei couldn’t help but find it funny as he overheard Xiaoyao and Songying discussing the appeal of uncles. What was with girls these days, not interested in guys their age but preferring grown men? Still, as they talked, he had no desire to chat them up, just a bunch of kids, while he continued his squats, shouldering a barbell weighing a hundred pounds.

He might not have been interested in engaging with them, but the three youngsters were determined to confront him.

"Not bad, uncle, lifting a hundred-pound barbell." One of the boys approached Yifei with a sneer. Seeing Yifei’s solid frame made him uneasy, but confident in his own strength, he still challenged him.

Without paying any attention to the boy, Yifei continued his workout.

"Pretty arrogant, aren’t we, uncle? Hey, how about a challenge to see who can lift heavier?" The boy furrowed his brow and issued the challenge.

Before Yifei could respond, Xiaoyao jumped in, "With your weak skills, you want to compete with my uncle? That’s just hilarious."

Frustrated by Xiaoyao’s disdain, the boy, unwilling to lose face in front of the girls, quickly retorted, "Don’t think you’re something special just because you can lift a hundred pounds. Dare to bet with me? A thousand bucks says you’ll lose to me."

Chu Xiaoyao, also a youngster, immediately said, "Let’s bet then. Who’s afraid? I just worry that someone might not admit defeat after losing — it’s not like they earn their own money. If they lose, they’re out of their pocket money."

At that moment, Songying giggled and said, "Xiaoyao, you seem to be very confident in your uncle, but let me remind you, he’s a weightlifter."

Chu Xiaoyao’s momentum instantly weakened. Facing someone who specialized in weightlifting was a whole different scenario. Although Li Yifei was strong, comparing lifting weights with a professional weightlifter was indeed uncertain.

The boy, looking even more smug, provocatively said to Li Yifei, "How about I give you a ten-kilogram advantage?"

Chu Xiaoyao pouted and responded, "So what if you’re a weightlifter competing in lifting weights against my uncle? That’s nothing to be proud of. If you’re really capable, try fighting my uncle. He can fight you with one hand tied behind his back and still have plenty to spare."

As far as other matters were concerned, Chu Xiaoyao wasn’t confident, but when it came to fighting, she had full confidence. The last time, Li Yifei single-handedly took down seven or eight thugs, and even Brother Hu, who was quite formidable, was completely submissive in front of Li Yifei. Handling a mere youngster would be a breeze.

Upon hearing this, the boy felt a surge of impulsiveness to agree, but seeing Chu Xiaoyao’s full confidence, he dared not accept the challenge.

Li Yifei had no interest in competing in martial arts with these green youngsters — it would be too demeaning. Moreover, seeing that they had no intention of backing down easily, he said nothing and simply went over to a nearby barbell, casually adding several plates without looking at the weight. Then, he squatted down, hoisted the barbell onto his shoulders, and performed ten squats in succession. After standing up, he grabbed Chu Xiaoyao and walked away.

"Hey, what do you mean by that?" the boy called out loudly.

Songying’s eyes lit up and she said, "Try to do ten squats in a row."

The boy did as instructed and felt the strain from the first one. After barely finishing five, he was already gasping for breath, his face turning extremely ugly — only then did he realize just how strong Li Yifei’s uncle really was. If it really came to a competition, he would undoubtedly lose.

Chu Xiaoyao didn’t understand why Li Yifei was walking away, but since he did, she had no choice but to follow. Still, she kept turning her head to watch the boy struggle with the weights. When she saw that he couldn’t lift them, she excitedly tugged on Li Yifei’s arm and said, "Uncle, you’re so awesome. He’s no match for you. Hey, we should go ask him for a thousand yuan."

Li Yifei glared at her and said, "Why bother with some little kids?"

Chu Xiaoyao pouted, reluctant to let go of a thousand yuan so easily, but recalling Li Yifei’s words, she proudly said, "Right, right, we don’t bother with those little kids." She automatically excluded herself from being one of those kids.

"Xiaoyao, wait." At this moment, Songying called out and rushed over, walking beside Chu Xiaoyao and looking at Li Yifei with a tilted head, she said, "Xiaoyao, your uncle is quite cool. He must be good in bed, right? Did he conquer you in that department?"

Chu Xiaoyao’s face immediately flushed red. Although she could mention such a topic to Li Yifei, she couldn’t tolerate others bringing it up. However, in front of Songying, she subconsciously didn’t want to appear weak and promptly lifted her head, saying, "Of course, an hour is short."

Li Yifei almost stumbled — what nonsense was this girl talking about? He had never been with her, and for a man, an hour was far too long to feel any pleasure. Was he supposedly starring in some adult film? This was just an absurd exaggeration.

Songying, seemingly quite knowledgeable about this area, burst into a snicker, then, holding back her laughter and pursing her lips, she said, "An hour, huh? That’s quite long. So, how many times do you do it in one night?"

"Seven times. How about that?" Chu Xiaoyao boasted even more proudly.

"Wow, seven times in one night, impressive." Songying couldn’t help but laugh again, "Then you don’t need to sleep at night."

Only then did Chu Xiaoyao realize she had bragged too much, but of course, she wouldn’t admit it, quickly saying, "We don’t do it like that every day, just once or twice occasionally."

"That’s still quite something. But... Xiaoyao, when searching for an uncle, you shouldn’t just look for someone with stamina, right? You should also find someone wealthy. Look at the uncle I’m with — he’s worth tens of millions. He gives me thousands in spending money every month, and he buys me whatever I want. It seems like your uncle... hasn’t bought you much, huh?"

Chu Xiaoyao pursed her lips and said, "Only tens of millions? What’s so great about that? You know what car my uncle drives, right?"

"What does he drive? It’s not a Porsche or Ferrari, is it?" Songying laughed again, her giggles ringing out. At his age, Li Yifei looked to be only in his mid-twenties. How could he have such wealth? Real uncles with wealth were those around thirty-five or thirty-six — that’s when they start to peak.