Waking up from a short sleep!
After opening his eyes, Hunter immediately sensed it.
The vibrant vitality and surging power radiating from this body.
Hunter naturally knew where this feeling came from.
With a thought, the Proficiency System's light screen appeared before him.
Hunter scanned it quickly.
[Host: Hunter Sun]
[Lifespan: 18/72]
[Intelligence: 33]
[Strength: 31]
[Agility: 30]
[Constitution: 30]
[Endurance: 30]
[Free Attribute Points: 0]
[Personal Inventory: 122 cubic meters]
Just yesterday, thanks to his frantic spending on training, several skills had leveled up, granting him more attribute points.
Now, he had finally raised all five of his attributes to more than three times that of an average adult male.
"Feels good!"
Feeling the seemingly endless power surging through his body...
Hunter knew it was just an illusion of omnipotence.
But he liked it. The sensation of overflowing strength and vitality truly put him in a good mood.
Incidentally, Hunter also discovered something else.
With all five attributes surpassing the "3x human average" threshold... although he hadn't gone to sleep until after 2 AM last night...
It was now only 6:30 AM. He had slept for just over four hours.
Yet, he felt no fatigue at all.
Instead, he felt more energetic than ever before.
Hunter wasn't sure yet if this was a permanent buff from his enhanced attributes...
Or just temporary excitement from the upgrade.
He decided to test it over the next few days to verify his hypothesis.
"Phew!"
As usual, he went to the bathroom for a cold shower.
Walking out while drying himself, wearing only boxers...
He knew his apartment was likely being monitored by the FBI.
However, Hunter had been pretending not to know.
To confuse them!
In the past few days, the "enthusiastic neighbor lady" next door, occasionally feeling lonely at night, had come over to "offer warmth."
Enduring a strange sense of voyeurism, Hunter pretended to be completely unaware of the surveillance...
And performed a few "harmonies of life" with the neighbor lady in the apartment.
He wondered if those suspected FBI agents...
Were privately amazed by his "extraordinary assets," or perhaps his stamina and experience, which far exceeded the average man.
Anyway, feeling slightly guilty toward the warm-hearted neighbor...
Hunter decided that when Mathilda's greedy father inevitably got the family killed by stealing Stansfield's drugs...
He would prioritize saving this neighbor lady first.
As for Mathilda and the rest of her family?
Regrettably, they were not under Hunter's protection.
After all!
Ever since that rebellious little lolita discovered the relationship between Hunter and her mother...
She had stopped showing any closeness or curiosity toward him.
It was late June in Los Angeles, and the arrival of summer was palpable.
Even in the early morning, the heat rose with the sun, quickly covering the entire LA area.
Hunter had only been drying himself for a moment when he noticed the water on the rest of his body had already evaporated in the heat.
Although he wasn't an exhibitionist and knew he was being watched...
As his muscles trended toward perfection, Hunter increasingly enjoyed displaying them intentionally.
Yes, he liked women seeing and being mesmerized by them.
He also enjoyed men seeing them and seething with jealousy.
So, wearing only boxers, he prepared a lavish breakfast.
Then, he ate it slowly, alone.
Finally, after consuming nearly three times the amount of food a normal adult male would eat...
Only then did Hunter feel faintly full and stop eating.
He washed the dishes and tidied up the apartment.
After all, the warm-hearted neighbor lady had visited last night.
When she left, her legs were shaking so bad that if she hadn't held onto the wall, she might not have made it back to her own apartment next door.
Naturally, Hunter couldn't expect her to help clean up.
Looking at the tissues and "family planning products" scattered on the floor, he quickly swept them into the trash bin.
He bagged everything up, planning to throw it all away when he went out today.
After doing all this, Hunter washed up briefly.
He changed into clean clothes, ready to head out.
Today, Hunter didn't plan to go to various clubs or dojos to grind skills.
He had business to attend to!
It had been a week since he rescued Teri from Boston.
Because she lacked ID, she had been stuck in her rented apartment.
Only occasionally, when Hunter visited, did she look somewhat happy.
adhering to the principle of "seeing the job through," he had found someone to help Teri get new ID documents.
It was a fake ID, but strictly speaking, not entirely fake.
First, Hunter contacted the group that made his fake passport to create a comprehensive set of fake birth and school records for Teri.
Using this information, he had contacted an insurance company in LA to buy Teri medical insurance.
Then, with that expensive insurance policy in hand, Hunter would take Teri to a designated, equally expensive private hospital.
There, he would help Teri apply for a new medical card.
Once she had the medical card, the information from her fake identity...
Would be entered into the US federal medical and insurance systems, effectively becoming her government-recognized identity.
Teri would thus gain a brand new, federally recognized identity.
These methods weren't exactly brilliant. If the FBI really investigated thoroughly...
They could still find flaws.
So whenever Hunter visited Teri recently, he deliberately shook off the FBI tails.
He didn't know how much longer they could hold back, but their patience was likely running thin.
After dressing up simply, Hunter grabbed several trash bags and walked out.
Just as he reached the fourth floor, he sharply heard movement from behind the door of one of the apartments.
Hunter knew that a few FBI agents had moved into that unit a few days ago.
Clearly, they were getting restless.
And today, Hunter—who had also lost patience with this game of cat and mouse—was ready to go "fishing."
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