Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 342 - 231_2

The burly man’s heart also skipped two beats, and a surge of mixed fear and anger welled up.

He immediately widened his eyes in anger, let out a loud shout, his arm muscles bulging, and swung his fist viciously towards Fang Cheng,

while secretly hardening his resolve:

No matter how agile you are, like a monkey, can you withstand this punch that can kill an elephant with my strength?

The fist wind howled, carrying an incredibly fierce brute force, attacking the enemy.

Where it passed, even the air trembled, emitting a sharp sound of breaking wind.

However, the next second.

The scene before his eyes once again shattered the burly man’s confidence to pieces.

Fang Cheng stood unmoved, seemingly nonchalantly raised his hand, yet steadily caught the burly man’s full-force blow.

Then, taking advantage of the momentum, he twisted his wrist, his arm exerting force like a vise.

The burly man immediately felt a piercing pain in his arm, as if his bones were being twisted to the brink of breaking.

The pain distorted his facial muscles, and he let out a painful grunt, opening his mouth, trying to curse.

Fang Cheng didn’t give him that chance, raising his palm, he slapped the burly man hard across the face.

This slap was powerful, accompanied by a crisp "snap" sound, the burly man’s body instantly lost balance, fell straight backward, eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

In the blink of an eye, several thugs who were previously arrogant and overbearing were subdued and disarmed by Fang Cheng, knocked unconscious on the ground.

Even the Hunters emerging from the forest hadn’t approached, the battle was already over.

Tap, tap, tap.

Accompanied by chaotic footsteps, they watched from afar, unable to help but slow down their chase.

Their eyes were filled with astonishment and surprise, as if witnessing a breathtaking display of disarming technique.

Fang Cheng turned around, his gaze calmly looking at the newcomers.

The leader was a middle-aged man in a leather jacket, with a dark and rugged face.

Although not tall, he appeared exceptionally rugged, with sharp, bright eyes, exuding a seasoned warrior’s aura.

The leather jacket seemed to bear the marks of combat, with several slashes, and a half-revealed wolf head tattoo was faintly visible from the open collar.

Under the sunlight, it gave off a wild sense, clearly indicating he was a formidable character.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the middle-aged man couldn’t help but pause slightly, with a trace of caution, he inquired:

"What’s your name, sir?"

Fang Cheng retracted his gaze and then showed a hint of excitement, explaining the situation:

"I am a tourist on vacation at Yulong Lake. During my morning jog here, I encountered these thugs pointing guns at that old man, intending to rob him, so I intervened and stopped (beat) them."

He said, pointing toward the fisherman still crouching, trying to bury his head in the ground.

"Oh."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, his gaze lingered on Fang Cheng for a few seconds, seemingly evaluating the credibility of his words.

Then he stepped forward, a look of appreciation on his face, and said:

"Thank you, little brother, for your help. These guys are suspected of illegal tomb raiding, they’ve been hiding in the mountains for a long time. We’ve been chasing them for a while, and finally tracked them down..."

Upon hearing this, the fisherman, as if finally seeing a savior, quickly opened his eyes, got up, and said eagerly:

"Officer, I can testify!"

"I’m a villager nearby. I was terrified when this happened today. This young man is a good person."

"If it weren’t for him intervening — oh no, stopping, my old life would have been lost. You must not wrong a good person..."

As he spoke, he patted the dust off himself, trying to appear more composed, but his incoherent words lacked some persuasiveness.

The middle-aged man’s dark face showed a slight smile in response.

He then squatted down, carefully observing the three thugs lying on the ground, in a sleep as deep as a baby’s.

Looking at their twisted wrists and faces swollen like pig heads, he couldn’t help but inhale sharply.

Especially around their wrists, the muscles blue and purple mixed with dark red bruises, clearly subjected to extreme compression force.

Even if their bones and ligaments weren’t completely broken, they must be riddled with cracks, wrecked beyond repair.

"Don’t worry, I hit hard yet measured. They’ll be lying down for ten days to half a month, suffering some hardship, but their lives won’t be in danger."

Fang Cheng justified calmly without changing his expression.

"Haha."

The middle-aged man’s smile was somewhat stiff but with a trace of gratification:

"Alright, then I’ll take them back to the station for interrogation."

After completing the inspection, he immediately signaled with his eyes to the few subordinates behind him, who were still shocked, to step forward and lift the thugs one by one.

Then, he clasped his hands towards Fang Cheng, and said in a loud voice.

"Thank you indeed, little brother. Until we meet again. If you ever encounter any trouble, feel free to come to the city bureau and find us. The men in our bureau most respect enthusiastic heroes like you!"

Fang Cheng also smiled and clasped his hands in return:

"You’re too kind, officer, it’s all part of the job. Until we meet again."

He stood tall, his words neither humble nor arrogant.

Having said that, the group came in a hurry and left just as quickly, disappearing soon on the forest path.

"They just left like that?"

The fisherman watched them leave, still shaken, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"What else did you expect?"

Fang Cheng raised an eyebrow and glanced at the fisherman, "You didn’t hope the police would invite you for a hot cup of tea at the station, did you?"

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The fisherman shrank his neck, a breeze blew by, causing him to shiver, and he waved his hands repeatedly:

"This place is too ominous, young man, let’s leave quickly!"

He spoke while running to the lakeside, hurriedly packing up the scattered fishing gear on the ground, his hands trembling incessantly, either knocking over fishing rods or spilling bait.

Clearly scared out of his wits, he only wanted to flee this troublesome place as soon as possible.

Fang Cheng stood still, quietly watching the figures disappearing into the mist.

As the footsteps quickly faded away, faint sounds of conversation reached his ears.

Though indistinct, he could sense a certain urgency and anticipation in the voices.

Fang Cheng’s eyes flickered, lost in thought.

Soon, he withdrew his gaze, instinctively scanning the dense, deep forest as he turned around.

Suddenly, he keenly sensed that there seemed to be others hiding in the woods.

Extremely faint breathing sounds, rustling movements resembling the falling of leaves.

If one didn’t listen carefully, it would be hard to notice anything unusual.

In the depths of the mist, pairs of eyes silently observed the scene here.

The gaze seeming inquisitive and cautious, sending chills down one’s spine.

Fang Cheng’s expression remained unchanged, suppressing the many doubts in his heart.

Looking up at the fisherman who had already run ahead, he quickly started running to leave the area.

.........................

Inside the spacious, bright bathroom.

Dense steam with a faint lavender scent permeated the air.

Fang Cheng lay back in the bathtub, his eyelids slightly closed, enjoying the bath time.

The warm water enveloped his body, the massage heads rhythmically pulsed against his shoulders and back, bringing waves of tingling comfort.

However, the strange events encountered during his morning run still occasionally surfaced in Fang Cheng’s mind.

Those guys claiming to be police, their flaws were obvious at first glance.

Whether in speech, conduct, or the martial aura they emitted, they were essentially no different from the three bandits.

Fang Cheng deliberately didn’t expose them.

The other party also didn’t make an effort to play the role of police.

Both sides feigned ignorance, using the situation to avoid unnecessary conflict.

Just before leaving, he discovered there were other hidden observers around.

This left Fang Cheng very puzzled.

If, indeed, as the fisherman said, Mist Mountain harbors danger and strange occurrences.

Then what is there worth risking exploration and mutual conflict over?

Fang Cheng pondered briefly, and a smile broke across his face.

Even if there is a priceless treasure, he is not the sort to chase after profit.

The matter surely sparked curiosity, but would end at curiosity.

Fang Cheng extended his hand from the warm water, lightly tapping a few buttons on the smart panel beside the bathtub.

The massage heads at the bottom of the bathtub instantly increased power, the strong and rhythmic water flow felt like dexterous fingers, massaging every acupuncture point and easing strained muscles.

As the water flow pulsed, the fatigue in his body completely dissipated, and Fang Cheng let out a comfortable, long breath.

In the afternoon, he would need to run to Xu Sanduo’s company.

Ma Donghe is busy training behind closed doors lately; those antiques haven’t been sold, requiring personal handling.

For Fang Cheng.

Earning money, step by step, solidly, is the safest way.

Robbery might be thrilling, but it lacks a sense of achievement.

Of course.

If it’s picked up from the site, then it’s not considered "robbery."