Beside him, Victor Bolton glanced at Henry Lane in the club lobby and smiled lightly. “Want me to dig up some info on this kid? But I bet he’s just one of those playboys from the Upper East Side, chasing after girls. Guys like that have never faced setbacks, think they’re invincible, that every girl will come at their beck and call. Heh, he’ll soon find out what it feels like to hit a wall! ...Uh!”

Just then, the club manager Morgan Webb had already approached the two of them. In the midst of becoming the center of attention, Violet Lane naturally, without being too close or too distant, took Henry Lane’s arm.

This gesture caused the lobby to suddenly fall silent.

Violet Lane, holding onto Henry Lane, gave the club manager Morgan Webb a dazzling smile that caught the eyes of all the onlookers. “This is a friend who came with me. Could you show him around and help him get familiar with the place?”

Morgan Webb’s expression remained unchanged. His scrutinizing gaze lingered on Henry Lane for just a moment before he nodded. “Miss Lin’s friend is, of course, also a VIP at our club. However, our club requires us to keep track of every guest’s progress, so I need to ask: what level of training has this gentleman done before?”

Violet Lane tilted her head, looking at Henry Lane with interest, while Henry Lane himself didn’t quite know how to answer.

This awkwardness lasted only a few seconds before Morgan Webb seemed to understand. “So, sir hasn’t done this kind of training before.” As he spoke, a flicker of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Some members sitting on the nearby sofas couldn’t help but glance over, looking at Henry Lane with a bit more disdain.

In a fitness club like this, regardless of your family background, only strength earns respect.

This Sky Wheel Club has always had a solid roster of members. Here, there’s the “Triple Gravity Guy,” “Mad Bull” Nancy Lane, and “War King” Miles Reed—all famous figures in the area.

The so-called “Triple Gravity Guy” is someone who can run 400 meters in the gravity room under triple gravity. His name is Frank Bolton, said to be a former Imperial Army officer, now retired, and a celebrity in the club.

The reason Morgan Webb needed to know Henry Lane’s physical condition and training level is because the club’s fitness center offers tailored training programs of varying intensity for different people—customized for each guest.

Without prior understanding, if the equipment isn’t set to the right level, ordinary people who haven’t trained here before might not last long before collapsing from exhaustion. They often become the butt of everyone’s jokes.

Morgan Webb had previously observed Henry Lane’s physique. Although he was on the lean side, he seemed fit and agile. Not the burly type, but likely had good explosive power. Plus, since he was with Violet Lane, he probably frequented various fitness clubs. He hadn’t expected that Henry Lane had never been to a place like this before. Instantly, his estimation of Henry Lane dropped—turns out he was a rookie.

“He’s just accompanying me for my first time here. I’m going to the yoga room, so just let him try out three types of exercises or so. He can wait for me to finish.” Noticing Henry Lane’s unease, Violet Lane’s eyes sparkled with a mischievous smile. She lifted her chin slightly and spoke to Morgan Webb.

“Three types of exercises...” Morgan Webb paused, then nodded. “Understood. Please follow me.”

Violet Lane’s yoga room was separate from the area where men like Henry Lane trained. Watching Henry Lane’s figure as he followed Morgan Webb away, Violet Lane’s lips curled into a smile that could topple kingdoms.

“Slapping Howard Lane was quite the show of force. Even I’ve never had the heart to lay a hand on him, but an outsider... Howard Lane, the humiliation you suffered, your sister will get it back for you...”

Chapter Six: Triple Gravity Guy, Mad Bull, War King (Part 1)

In Star Year 2013, fitness clubs were voted by the Empire’s citizens as one of the top ten places to pick up girls—not without reason.

Modern fitness clubs are the ultimate gathering place for all kinds of workouts. Here, there are always crowds of beautiful women keeping in shape, including all sorts of white-collar and gold-collar professionals, and refined girls from privileged backgrounds who value quality of life.

The presence of women often makes the testosterone in a male-dominated fitness club burn and swell like gunpowder. Even those who usually wear suits and act composed can’t help but drop their guard and become competitive in this atmosphere.

With Morgan Webb leading Henry Lane in, they immediately drew the predatory gazes of many in the spacious club. Most areas of this club are separated by glass, so even the elegant figures of the girls in the yoga room can be seen from afar. So when Violet Lane brought Henry Lane in, they had already attracted plenty of attention.

The burly men working the resistance machines paused, those doing sit-ups sat up, and the women on the treadmills slowed to a jog, watching Henry Lane with interest. Some girls, noticing his delicate features, looked him over with a hint of spring in their eyes.

A man who had just finished ten pull-ups on the bar dropped down and walked up to Henry Lane, his tone full of challenge. “You look new here. So, buddy, interested in a little sparring?”

His words immediately drew cheers and encouragement from those around. Clearly, this guy was a well-known regular here.