008 Visible progress

Security guard, security guard, isn't the utmost duty to safeguard security?

So, this time activating the security guard profession was only to be expected.

[You have activated the new profession 'Security Guard'!]

The panel flashed briefly.

[Profession: Security Guard LV.1 (1/100)]

[Skill: Patrol LV.1 (1/100)]

There was no innate talent like when the Fighter profession was activated, which should be a reward triggered only by certain particularly promising and powerful professions.

[Would you like to set the profession 'Security Guard' as your main profession?]

No!

This ordinary profession should of course be treated as a secondary one; just upgrade it normally. Later, when it's fattened up, it can be used to extract potential points to cultivate the main profession.

Bai Xiao's thought process was very clear.

Two minutes later, the little drama at the booth ended.

The man in the floral shirt was subdued, and Bai Xiao quietly moved aside.

He took a piece of chocolate out of his pocket and chewed it in his mouth.

The bitter, smooth taste filled his mouth, moistening his throat.

"Hey, Bai Xiao, not bad moves there, when did you learn that capture technique, did you train specifically for it?" Next to him, a middle-aged security guard, about thirty years old, turned his head. An ordinary-looking man with thick eyebrows and a very friendly face.

Wang Ping.

He was the most likable guy in the security team, someone who could chat with anyone.

Bai Xiao chewed the chocolate in his mouth and was just about to reply.

Up ahead, the paunchy security manager dressed in a white shirt with slicked-back hair hurried over. He looked at Bai Xiao and commended him.

"Bai Xiao, come and get your bonus after work, seven hundred."

A very normal reward and punishment system; Bai Xiao had stopped a fight that could have broken out, so the security department gave him a cash bonus. It also served as an example to other guards, encouraging them to fulfill their duties bravely.

After everything ended, the whole club returned to its usual atmosphere.

Pump it up! Keep pumping till two o'clock in the morning.

In the staff area of Sakura Bird Bar, Bai Xiao returned with his bonus.

He was in a good mood, having activated the security guard profession and gotten paid as well.

After changing his clothes, Bai Xiao headed towards the back door.

On the way, he ran into Wang Ping who had spoken to him earlier.

The two struck up a casual conversation.

At first, Bai Xiao was not very interested.

Until Wang Ping started to mention a rumor from last night.

He said that a girl had gone missing on Wutong Street last night and still hadn't been found after a whole day. Rumor had it she might have been picked up by someone.

Wang Ping spoke with a suggestive and even envious tone.

The girls who came to the nightclub were often beautiful and well-endowed.

Scantily clad and stumbling drunk, they were like tempting dishes.

Bai Xiao listened to Wang Ping's words with a frown on his face.

Because last night, had he run into a psychopath, a lunatic?

Bai Xiao did not know quite how to describe it; he always felt that the human-shaped shadow he encountered in the alley last night had a non-human quality, eerily indescribable.

Could the girl's disappearance be connected to that shadow from last night?

Bai Xiao had his suspicions, but he did not dare to conclude.

Because in this area, with many bars and nightclubs, the phenomenon of "picking up corpses" really did exist. Moreover, this was just Wang Ping's gossip, which might be false.

After a bit of idle talk, they parted ways.

Bai Xiao, with a piece of chocolate in his mouth, climbed onto his beloved bike.

This time, he did not take the shortcut through the alleys; instead, he followed the brightly lit, busy main road toward his home.

Halfway there, Bai Xiao got a fright from a drunk.

As he drove past an intersection, a staggering figure burst out next to him, making Bai Xiao think it was the same human-shaped shadow he had encountered the night before. Upon closer inspection, it turned out it was just a heavily intoxicated drunk.

Back in his rented apartment in the Sunshine District, the warm lights came on.

Bai Xiao held a white plastic bag in his hand, placing it gently on the table by the window, the bag open to reveal a rich array of late-night snacks.

He needed to thoroughly satisfy his body's craving for nutrition.

As a fighter, a sandboxing practitioner, one must not neglect to eat.

To forge a robust physique and build powerful muscles was essential to fight.

At two-forty in the morning, Bai Xiao finished his struggle and peacefully fell asleep.

The curtains were slightly parted, allowing the cold moonlight to shine through from outside and envelope the upper body contour of the young man sleeping soundly on the bed.

As time trickled by, a slow yet persistent change was taking place. Bai Xiao's arms, exposed from under the covers, began to show more defined muscle contours, creating a sense of rigid curvature.

One could faintly see several blue veins pulsating beneath the skin.

"Dinglingling..."

The alarm rang out, and the golden sunlight had already spread over the head of the bed from outside the window.

Bai Xiao suddenly opened his eyes, his black pupils looking up at the ceiling.

With a slightly dazed gaze, he quickly sat up and threw back the covers.

Almost in the next second, Bai Xiao noticed something unusual.

His arms had grown noticeably thicker, and the muscle contours were much more pronounced.

He hurriedly stood up, took off his shirt, and stepped into the bathroom.

In front of the mirror stood a young man of about one hundred seventy-seven centimeters tall quietly observing his body. His chest muscles, abs, shoulders, and arms all showed varying degrees of bulging muscles, giving off a sense of power. The skin near the muscles also bore dark red stretch marks resembling tree branches.

Although his build did not match those who worked out specifically for fitness,

he now had a sense of ruggedness that surpassed the average person.

"Is this the physical transformation that comes with reaching a small achievement in sandboxing?"

Bai Xiao murmured to himself as he looked at his body.

Swish!

Suddenly, he threw a punch at the mirror with lightning-fast speed.

His fist stopped right next to the mirror surface, as if colliding with the reflection of his own fist.

"Very good."

A faint smile appeared on Bai Xiao's face.

After that, he quickly took care of his urgent needs, washed up, and dressed.

Coming out of the bathroom, Bai Xiao wore a blue shirt and effortlessly picked up the canvas bag that was already packed on the bed, slinging it over his shoulder.

With his other hand, he opened the door, his gaze somewhat vacant as he looked at the door panel.

[Character Panel]

[Character: Bai Xiao]

[Power: 10.1→11.0]

[Speed: 9.6→10.1]

[Physique: 9.8→10.5]

[Will: 10.8→11.0]

All four attributes had increased, with strength showing the most significant gain of +0.9.

The hardest to improve was will, which had only increased by 0.2.

"This is just the beginning..."

With a click, the door opened.

In the Pujiang District, on Yanshi Road, the White Bird Martial Arts Hall.

In the second training hall, warm-up and exercise had already begun.

Over thirty students dressed in grey training gear were continuously throwing punches and kicks. Most of them were mere imitators; their sandboxing movements, although practiced for a few days, were still dreadful to watch. Except for two in the corners...

Zhang Hongtao, who had always kept an eye on Guo Hao, noticed that his arms moved with proper form and power, with punches nearing standard quality.

To reach such a level in just a few days was promising.

If Zhang Hongtao could understand and appreciate the progress on Guo Hao's part,

then Bai Xiao's side was somewhat incomprehensible to him.

Swish, swish, swish!

The sandboxing movements were exceptionally standard, the punches and kicks quick and powerful, and his limb movements lacked the stiffness and deliberateness seen in Guo Hao, appearing quite fluid and coordinated. It was as if he had practiced sandboxing for several months.

"Has this kid... finally got the hang of it?!"