Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 337 - 229

Tap, tap, tap.

In the silent and spacious corridor, footsteps echoed, brisk and powerful.

Guards stood tall and firm like pines on both sides, all dressed in black uniforms, tightly gripping shiny assault rifles.

The gun barrels reflected a cold metallic sheen under the light, exuding an intimidating aura.

The Guard Captain swiftly walked through with agile steps.

They wore vigilant expressions, their gazes unwavering, demonstrating the composure and skill honed in numerous battles.

At the end of the corridor is an office occupying a corner of the entire floor.

The Guard Captain slowed his pace a few meters before the door.

He first tidied his uniform, then gently extended his hand and pushed open the door.

What came into view was a gigantic surveillance screen occupying the entire wall.

The screen emitted a faint blue glow, casting a cool tone over everything in the room.

On it, the real-time image of a heavily guarded manor was clearly displayed.

At this moment, a young man dressed in a dark suit sat quietly in front of the surveillance console.

His face appeared particularly stern under the blue light of the screen.

A cigarette dangled between his fingers, a wisp of smoke slowly rising and dispersing in the air.

He gazed intently at the surveillance footage, occasionally frowning slightly, occasionally curling his lips into a barely noticeable arc.

"Young Master."

The Guard Captain cleared his throat, stepped forward, and called out softly.

The young man paid him no mind, his eyes not shifting even a bit from the surveillance images.

Seeing this, the Guard Captain dared not say more.

He merely stood straight to the side, holding his breath, afraid to disturb the other’s thoughts.

About half an hour later, a slight cough broke the somewhat oppressive silence.

The Guard Captain understood, promptly moving his stiff legs, and handed over a cup of warm water that had been long prepared from the table with steady hands.

The young man nodded slightly as an expression of gratitude.

He lightly placed his fingers on the cup handle, bringing the cup close to his lips, and took a sip.

His gaze still didn’t fully leave the screen, although his brows relaxed a bit.

It seemed that the sip of warm water allowed his taut nerves to momentarily loosen.

The Guard Captain, observing closely, then bent slightly, speaking in a concerned tone:

"Young Master, you don’t need to worry too much. With you personally overseeing this mission, it’s like having the Stabilizer; there will surely be no mishaps."

"Hehe."

Upon hearing this, the young man’s lips curled slightly, the laughter filled with indistinguishable emotions.

Yet it made the flattering Guard Captain’s heart skip a beat, bending his waist even lower.

After laughing, the young man finally shifted his gaze slightly away from the surveillance screen.

He turned to look at this trusted subordinate, his gaze revealing scrutiny, and asked:

"Have there been any findings in the past two days?"

The Guard Captain’s expression instantly tensed, hurriedly opening his mouth to report:

"Young Master, in the past two days the brothers have patrolled and monitored day and night, indeed making some discoveries."

"In the southeast direction of the manor, in the area of relatively high terrain in the woods, unknown figures frequently appear. Judging from their silhouettes and movement trajectories, they don’t look like local villagers."

"They act stealthily, always appearing under the cover of darkness, seemingly understanding the patrol patterns of the manor, deftly avoiding the guards’ usual routes."

Saying this, the Guard Captain stepped forward a few steps, approaching the surveillance console, pointing to an area on the screen, and continued:

"Also, last night, our Hidden Guard discovered a group trying to infiltrate through the drainage pipes on the west side of the manor. Fortunately, the Hidden Guard discovered them promptly, scaring them off before they could go deeper."

"According to the brothers’ descriptions, this group has exceptional skills, well-equipped, each carrying specialized tools, looking like they’re well-prepared."

After speaking, the Guard showed a worried expression and said:

"Young Master, in my view, these signs indicate that after we released the news of acquiring the Treasure, we’ve successfully attracted the attention of various forces. Now, they’re all eager, trying to find opportunities to breach the defenses."

The young man listened carefully to the report, lightly tapping the tabletop with his fingers, yet his brows slightly furrowed:

"Too few, still not enough; these people are merely small fry, incapable of stirring up any major trouble."

"Subordinate’s incompetence."

Hearing this, the Guard Captain’s face showed a hint of shame, hurriedly lowering his head and saying:

"Perhaps... there are still some masters adept at concealment lurking in the shadows. With my current abilities and contacts, haven’t uncovered anything yet; I ask for the Young Master’s pardon."

"No worries."

The young man leaned back in his chair, speaking calmly:

"As long as greed drives them, they can’t hide in their shells forever like tortoises; sooner or later, they’ll reveal themselves."

Saying this, he slightly turned his body, his gaze sweeping to the Guard Captain, a flash of brilliance in his eyes: fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

"Next, we need to adjust the defense strategy."

"Pay closer attention, pick out those Treasure-hunting teams that seem somewhat competent, deliberately make a loophole, let one or two batches in, then find a chance to discreetly let a few escape."

"You mean..."

Surprised, the Guard Captain raised his head to look at the young man.

His eyes full of confusion, trying to glean some understanding from his scant words.

"Those folks don’t act unless they see the bait."

The young man sighed softly, yet his tone was extremely calm:

"Since that’s the case, let’s take the initiative, openly showing them that we indeed have genuine goods, not afraid they won’t take the bait."