Chapter 1616 - 776_2

Chapter 1616: Chapter 776_2

Fang Cheng tossed the two uneaten grapes in his hand back into the fruit tray, somewhat puzzled:

"What’s up?"

"It’s like this, the matter of delivering the guns we promised last night hit a snag."

Shen Wei explained in a deep voice:

"The two brothers responsible for delivery encountered an accident on the way and couldn’t deliver the goods to you on time."

Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng’s mind instantly flashed the scenes from last night.

He couldn’t sleep in the middle of the night, so he went to the underground shooting range to practice his gun skills, taking the opportunity to brush up on more skill experience points.

Midway through, he suddenly remembered that Shen Wei had briefly mentioned some new firearms, said to be extremely powerful, specifically designed to deal with those mutants and monsters whose bodies have undergone mutations.

He became intrigued and had Brother Hu, who was on duty in the field, go fetch a couple to try them out.

Brother Hu searched the warehouse but couldn’t find them, so he called above to request supplies and returned to tell him that headquarters would send someone over immediately.

As a result, Fang Cheng waited in the shooting range for most of the night without seeing a soul.

He thought the East City Association was temporarily out of stock, so he didn’t pursue it further.

Practicing with moving targets alone, he trained until around four in the morning.

Looking at the dozens of extra experience points on the panel, he returned to his room satisfied to wash up and then went downstairs to meet Zhou Xiumei for a morning run.

Thinking the matter was over, he didn’t expect the leader of the East City Association to specifically call to apologize.

"It’s alright, there’s no rush with the guns."

Fang Cheng regained his senses, chanced upon and asked as he recalled the tense faces in the elevator just now:

"What happened to the brothers delivering the goods?"

Shen Wei sighed on the phone:

"Last night, I instructed the hall responsible for the arms business to release goods, and they immediately arranged for two brothers to enter the mountain overnight."

"Then I went back to my room to rest until in the morning, Ah Le woke me up saying those two brothers had a car accident."

"They found that a section of the guardrail on the mountain road had been breached. From the site traces, the car should have rushed off the cliff, falling into the Black Water River below."

The phone paused for a moment; faintly, there was the sound of someone beside reporting in a lowered voice.

Shen Wei continued:

"Ah Le is leading a team diving for recovery, currently awaiting specific news. Sorry for delaying your interest, Mr. Fang."

"Elder Shen, there’s no need for formalities."

Fang Cheng leaned against the edge of the bar, speaking calmly:

"Really, if we’re to speak, I should apologize to you. Because of one sentence from me, two brothers were dragged on a midnight run and suffered an unwanted calamity."

He paused briefly and directly proposed compensation measures:

"Let’s do this, all the rescue and subsequent expenses for the brothers in trouble will be on my account. Also, I’ll provide a settlement allowance to their families."

"How can we let our honorable guest bear the cost?"

Shen Wei quickly declined, explaining:

"We in the East City Association have existing condolence arrangements, the hall will definitely take full responsibility for any brother who encounters danger while serving the group."

"Then simply double it."

Fang Cheng resolutely interrupted:

"I’ll still provide my share, a token of my goodwill, Elder Shen, no need to refuse."

Shen Wei paused two seconds in silence, then solemnly agreed:

"Alright. Mr. Fang is generous, I thank you on behalf of the brothers in trouble."

The two chatted briefly before Fang Cheng hung up the phone.

The screen dimmed.

He placed the phone on the marble countertop and turned to walk to the large floor-to-ceiling window.

His gaze crossed the spacious balcony, staring outward.

The early morning sunlight was piercing the clouds, casting a slanted glow over the resort’s architectural complex.

The mountain breeze swept by, dispersing the remaining strands of mist on the artificial lake.

In the distance, the layered peaks of West Mountain, lying like a dormant beast across the pale cyan sky.

That winding mountain road, like a thin gray line, vanished into the dense forest sea.

Fang Cheng squinted his eyes slightly.

Originally eased nerves now felt like an invisible fine string pulling slightly.

An indescribable feeling rose in his heart.

This seemingly tranquil and leisurely resort doesn’t appear as peaceful as it seems.

A few minutes later, Fang Cheng pulled back his gaze.

He suddenly laughed self-mockingly and shook his head.

Used to days of licking blood on the knife blade, it’s easy to think the worst at any slight gust of wind.

There can’t be so many coincidences, maybe it really was just an accidental car crash.

He turned around, clearing his mind of chaotic thoughts, avoiding further pondering.

Then moved to the center of the living room, swiftly pulled off his T-shirt, tossing it onto the single armchair beside.

Without the clothes to cover, that nearly perfect physique is fully revealed.

His muscle contours are not as bulky and exaggerated as those of bodybuilders, but instead are solid like steel and iron.

The back and chest muscles rise and fall smoothly with each breath, exuding a primal and fierce masculine energy.

"Anyway, idle hands are the devil’s workshop, might as well train in the room."

Fang Cheng settled his mind, then bent forward.

Next, he stretched his legs straight back, retracted his left arm, and supported himself using only his right index finger on the hardwood floor.

He then started doing single-finger push-ups.

"1."

"2."

"3."

"..."

Fang Cheng silently counted the repetitions, his body steadily lowering until his chest nearly touched the floor, then abruptly pushing up.

His movements were as rapid as a piling machine, each rise and fall carried an intense rhythm.

His whole body muscles were tight like taut bowstrings, strength smoothly transmitted through flesh without a trace of trembling.

After finishing a thousand repetitions, he remained unflushed, his breathing rhythm undisturbed.

Then he switched to his left index finger, continuing to steadily and orderly lower and lift himself up.

The hardwood floor beneath his fingertips groaned under the terrifying strain.

At this moment, the sun outside gradually rose.

The bright sunshine came through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a slow-moving band of light inside.

The tiny floating dust in the air swirled within the light beam.

Completing two thousand single-finger push-ups, Fang Cheng took a slight rest, then practiced single-finger handstand pushups, also a thousand per set.

The entire body weight was pressed on the single index finger, each downward pressure and upward push accompanied by an explosive muscle force stretching.

Such inhuman training, enough to break bones for ordinary people, was for him like a casual walk.

The light beam illuminated his elevated back muscle outline.

The gradually rising body temperature caused a layer of red blush on the skin surface, sweat beads rolled down the spinal column, making him appear vigorous and beastly.

Time slowly passed, Fang Cheng repeatedly practiced various high-difficulty workout moves.

Upon completing the last set of training, his fingertip suddenly exerted force, body soaring into the air, spinning half a turn, landing stably on both feet.

Then he stood straight, grabbed the phone on the bar to glance at it.

Exactly two hours passed.

Fang Cheng unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, tilted his head and drank directly.

At the same time, a faint blue light screen appeared in front of him.

[Push-ups Experience +10]

[Push-ups Level 3 (661/1000)]

[Inverted Push-ups Experience +20]

[Inverted Push-ups Level 3 (350/1000)]

[Squats Experience +5]

[Squats Level 3 (539/1000)]

[Back Bridge Experience +6]

[Back Bridge Level 3 (298/1000)]

Looking at the multiple notifications appearing, Fang Cheng grabbed the towel in the bathroom and wiped off the sweat stains on his body.

This growth speed indeed wasn’t comparable to the overload training that could be done underwater withstanding high-pressure currents.

But practicing barehanded in a hotel room without any equipment and still gaining these experience points, isn’t too bad.

Knock, knock, knock.

Amid his thoughts, a somewhat hurried knock came from outside the door.

Fang Cheng immediately closed the panel, barefoot on the floor, walked over and opened the door.

The person standing outside was Ah Le.

This core member of the East City Association looked somewhat disheveled at the moment.

His custom black suit was covered in dust, his tie was loosely slackened, hanging off to one side.

Sweat covered his face, some strands of hair stuck to his forehead by sweat.

Further down, the edges of his originally shiny leather shoes were smeared with a circle of semi-dry yellow mud.

His whole appearance exuded a weary and travel-worn demeanor.

"Mr. Fang..."

Seeing Fang Cheng, Ah Le opened his mouth, his eyes holding a bit of hesitation, seemingly pondering how to begin.

Clearly just returning from business without rest, he came straight to him.

Fang Cheng’s eyes flickered slightly, nodding to him, side-stepping to invite:

"Come in if you have something to say."