What’s the Price?

‘410kg, what amazing strength,’ Shen Zeming thought as he observed the bent iron bar and the stunned reactions of the people around him. He was impressed by his own ability, marveling inwardly at his performance. Even at this point, he felt neither tired nor strained while lifting such immense weight.

“Young Master?” The gym staff addressed him again, their tone now accompanied by a more noticeable commotion. This time, not only the staff but also numerous women had gathered around, admiring Shen Zeming from all sides.

“No need, I’ll take my leave,” Shen Zeming replied calmly. Without hesitation, he relinquished his stance, politely declined the invitations from the women, and proceeded to exit the gym after changing his clothes and taking a bath.

Although he had wanted to test his limits further, he saw no need to do so in a regular gym. Now, seated in his McLaren Senna, one hand was occupied typing on his phone while the other steered the wheel effortlessly.