This ti, the progress bar did not move as fast as it did during the ti that he was reading the information on the beginner level skills.
It seed that he would require a lot of information in able to advance the beginner level unard combat skill to the interdiate level.
Well, Michael had already expected sothing like this. After all, by advancing the skill to the interdiate level would grant him 10 SP.
Judging by the number of SP that he would receive, it was pretty clear that the difficulty involved was higher. As for if it was 10 tis that of acquiring a beginner level skill, he was not sure yet.
If it was actually 10 tis more difficult, that implied that he would need 10 days in order to be able to advance to the interdiate level.
This was quite a considerable amount of ti, but thinking about the benefits that would co with it, it was worth it.
If he had used those two years that he had wasted with the Shadow Assembly gang to read, he would have been able to acquire more skills.
And maybe, he might have even reached a higher level beyond the interdiate level.
Regardless of what he was thinking about, Michael spent an entire day reading, only taking a break during lunch ti.
At lunchti, he made food for himself, rather than going downstairs to the restaurant.
After the al, he continued reading. Even though the progress was slow, it was still there, which was quite motivating.
Additionally, Michael was looking forward to the possibility of his body receiving more enhancents. If he could get stronger this way, that would be better.
Within the store, so of the items were available, but he could not access them. As for the reason, it was simply because the number of SP that was required was not sothing that he had the capability of raising at the mont.
But even then, it was only a matter of ti before he unlocked those items.
What Michael was hoping at the mont was that, if it was impossible for him to be able to enhance his physique by a huge margin just by depending on the skills, maybe there was sothing that could enhance his physique directly.
Reading for an entire day, even though it was quite boring, having already endured 2 years where he was locked inside an office for an entire day for two consecutive years, Michael was kind of used to it.
So, before midnight, Michael slept, having already eaten the final al of the day.
The following day, he woke up at 5:00 a.m., before he continued reading. By the ti that it got to 7:00 a.m., he went to freshen up, before continuing reading after taking his breakfast.
By this ti, the progress bar had already reached 28%. By estimation, Michael felt that at most, 5 days were required for him to be able to get an interdiate level skill.
Thinking about this, Michael got even more motivated, completely forgetting about anything else apart from reading.
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While Michael was busy trying to grind the progress bar through reading, things were not as calm within the Shadow Assembly gang.
It was 5 days since the raid by the police, and 4 days since the gangsters had been released from the police station.
They had managed to return to their previous base, which was the gym. And in the basent, within one of the rooms, there was a conference room that currently had the core mbers of the gang.
The total number of core mbers of the gang was 8. These eight did not include Dante, who was the leader of the gang.
In any case, these eight people were only second to Dante, holding quite a considerable amount of power within the gang. Additionally, they also had quite so wealth, as compared to the other mbers of the gang.
At the mont, they were all sitting around a rectangular long table, and at the head of the table was Dante, who was wearing his usual attire, a gray vest this ti, and black cargo pants.
Dante’s expression was gloomy as he faced the group of eight people, who were sitting four on each side of the conference table.
"Have there been any results on this issue?" Dante asked in a deep voice but reverberated in the entire conference room.
"Boss, you don’t need to worry so much about this. I should be able to get the results in a few days." After Dante asked the question, the person that was sitting closest to him, on the left side of the table, suddenly spoke.
This person had purple-dyed hair and gray eyes. He had a tall and lean fra, with a scorpion tattoo on the left side of his neck.
"Steve, you understand that I don’t like delays. I want to see the results, because I can no longer continue tolerating the barks from so wimpy dogs." Dante spoke with a solemn expression on his face.
The person referred to as Steve was none other than Dante’s second in command, holding the position of the deputy leader of the entire gang.
Despite the expression that was on Dante’s face, Steve was not intimidated in the least.
Instead, he simply revealed a vicious grin as he said, "Not a problem. Then, I will hasten things up, and I should be able to get the results by evening."
Dante stood up after hearing those words. He said nothing, turning around and leaving the conference room.
With Dante departing, only the other 7 core mbers of the gang remained. But, none of them left, all of them looking at Steve, as if waiting for his instruction.
"You all heard it. The boss wants results. So, you better push everything forward, all the plans that we have made so far, push them ahead.
Tonight, we have to get the results. Those idiots think that by using the police, they will be able to deal with us? That’s just a childish thought." Steve said in a cold voice as he gazed at the others around the table.
As they faced his gaze, the other seven core mbers of the gang felt their bodies tremble slightly. This was sothing that they had not experienced even when facing Dante, who was the gang leader.
Why was this the case? While it was true that Dante was extrely cruel, at least he had his own limits. He only targeted those that were his enemies, or stood in front of his road to gaining benefits.
But it was completely different for Steve. This guy, he was more vicious. But more than that, he was extrely petty.
He would torture soone to death at the slightest grievance, and his thods were even more cruel, almost demonic.
Most of the people referred to him as the smiling demon of the underworld, well known by several gang, even out of the district in which the shadow assembly gang was located.
At the mont, none of the other 7 people wanted to cross Steve’s interests. Despite them being core mbers of the gang and were quite valued by Dante, if they beca enemies with Steve, even Dante would not protect them.
It was not that Dante did not have the ability, it was just that, he valued Steve’s abilities. While it was true that Steve was extrely cruel and petty at tis, he had the ability of holding his position.
It was not only in terms of combat, but his mind was sharp as well, becoming the strategist of the entire gang.
Now, upon hearing the instructions from Steve, they all took them seriously. Steve had already made several plans to counter the Blood tiger gang, planning to make them suffer huge losses.
"We should be able to get things done by tonight. Tomorrow morning, I want results. If you ss things up, you should be ready to face the consequences, and I believe that you know what the consequences of ssing such a crucial mont ans." When he saw everyone around him nodding, Steve spoke again.
"Okay, I’m off. Make sure to rember what I said." Steve stood up before casually heading towards the exit of the conference room, leaving behind the other core mbers who were already sweating.
"Guys, I’m out. I better get going and do my part. Otherwise, if I delay, that demon will definitely not let off." One of the gangsters suddenly spoke.
"I’m off too. You can ss with anyone else, but absolutely not this smiling demon." Another one comnted.
One by one, everyone left the conference room, headed back to the surface, before they left the base of the gang.
This night was bound not to be calm, with chaos bound to erupt, and blood to be spilled. As for who was going to benefit in the end, that depended on who was stronger.
As the dark curtain was drawn, in a certain corner of the Dusk district, slowly, figures with tallic pipes and baseball bats began gathering outside a strip club that had its pink neon lights already turned on.
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