"It doesn't matter now."
With a calm expression, Chen Feng saw a blurry reflection of himself in the clean body of the approaching bus.
He was close to 1.82 meters tall, large and muscular, tending towards the bulky.
His muscles were visibly knotted; the black short sleeve was already a tight fit, swelling snugly against every inch of his skin.
As his constitution grew stronger, he needed more and more food to maintain bodily functions and replenish nutrients.
Clearly, the supermarket job was no longer sufficient to bear this burden, and becoming an official disciple would still take some time.
Thus, the club seemed like a good choice.
Tap, tap.
He immediately suppressed his stray thoughts.
Chen Feng stepped forward, entering the crowded bus.
Many pedestrians kindly made way for him; Chen Feng held onto a metal loop and stood by the window in the aisle.
Outside the window, the street scenery receded, holographic projections from some large companies floated in mid-air.
