The night passed uneventfully.
The crimson morning sun slowly ascended, streaking across the gray sky.
In Residential Block Two, apartment buildings stood in dense clusters. The clean asphalt roads gradually filled with the sounds of people. A roadside breakfast shop lifted the lid off a steamer, releasing a great plume of steam.
'The weather's not bad today.'
He pulled open the bedroom curtains, gazing at the scene from his upstairs window.
Lu Chao, dressed in a casual, thin long-sleeved shirt, watched office workers hurry by, each chewing on a piece of bread.
It was a peaceful and tranquil scene. He could faintly hear a few middle-aged women complaining downstairs, something about the recent price hikes for meat and vegetables.
Listening in silence, he casually stretched his right arm.
The soreness and strain from using Stacked Force Fist yesterday had completely faded, leaving no discomfort.
Everything had returned to normal under the effects of [Beginner Toughness].
