Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1022 - 510

Under the iconic archway of Naihe Bridge.

Fang Cheng stood on the steps, gazing at the bizarre and dazzling city before him.

Neon lights flickered, shrouded in mist.

He reached into his pocket to touch the black card, a slight smile on his lips.

"Once arrogant, now humble; showing kindness without reason, either a traitor or a thief."

Although he enjoyed VIP treatment, Fang Cheng didn’t let down his guard because of it.

A predatory consortium like Naihe Bridge would never treat a newcomer so well without a reason.

The only explanation is that his displayed strength and value make them think there’s profit to be made.

Or... perhaps they simply want to use him against certain forces.

Fang Cheng secretly warned himself.

He came to collect the bounty only after laying low for several days.

After all, who knew if the lunatics from "Ideal Land" would be lying in wait at Naihe Bridge, hoping he’d walk into their trap?

Now that the heat has slightly subsided, and his strength has sharply increased recently, he’s confident enough to show himself openly.

"But now that I have the money, it’s time to find a place to stay in the city."

Fang Cheng’s thoughts turned quickly as he calculated his next move.

"Having a place to stay will make future dealings at Naihe Bridge much more convenient, no need to log in from the wilderness."

"More importantly, as Yuan Datou mentioned, this place is like a network game, logging in and out randomly outside not only poses safety risks but also increases the likelihood of losing virtual items acquired here."

"With a house, at least the newly acquired credit card will have a place to be kept..."

Looking at the night-shrouded, otherworldly, mysterious city before him, Fang Cheng quickly made a decision.

The reason he didn’t accept Manager Wang’s recommendation of a luxury apartment was just an instinctual extra layer of caution.

Living on someone else’s turf, every move watched by others, it’s tough to feel secure.

He preferred to find somewhere sufficiently quiet on his own.

Not lacking money, just looking for peace of mind.

Fang Cheng adjusted his collar and stepped into the bustling crowd, heading down the street.

Just a few seconds after he left.

In an unremarkable corner outside the Naihe Bridge gate, several figures slowly emerged.

Their faces shrouded in black mist, eyes cold as blades, staring intently in the direction Fang Cheng disappeared.

It seemed they had been waiting there for quite some time.

.........

The streets of Night City were forever noisy and chaotic.

In the air, a massive holographic projection was looping an advertisement for some sort of hallucinogen.

Multicolored lights reflected off the damp pavement below, shattered by the footsteps of passersby.

Exaggerated-looking hover cars roared overhead, trails of flame creating long streams of light.

Fang Cheng, like a bumpkin tourist newly arrived in town, strolled leisurely, looking around the bustling commercial district.

He paused in front of the "Meng Po Tea House," studying its cybernetic electronic sign.

Then he wandered to a roadside stall, curiously examining the peculiar soul ornaments.

If it weren’t for the faint golden glow he emitted, indicating his uncommon strength.

The way he appeared inexperienced made him seem like a lamb strayed into a pack of wolves, waiting to be fleeced by the locals.

Three shadows almost blending into the night stared fixedly at Fang Cheng’s back.

They loomed closely behind him, their tracking movements highly professional, maintaining just the right tactical distance from each other.

Whenever Fang Cheng stopped, they would seamlessly blend into their surroundings.

Either pretending to read street signs or hiding in stores, using blind spots to keep their watch.

Especially when the massive "Thousand-mile Eye" in the sky slowly turned, its ghostly green beam sweeping across the district.

The three pressed tightly against the walls, using the shadows of the buildings to perfectly evade the scan.

"Tch, is this the guy who killed Xuan Zhen? He doesn’t look like an expert."

Twenty meters away, in a dark corner, a shadow chuckled softly.

"Don’t underestimate him, this is a big fish."

Another shadow, the leader, lowered his voice to warn his companions:

"We’re warned that this person has an extraordinary background, definitely backed by a major power."

"Wait until he reaches a less crowded area, then we move. Remember, be quick, try to capture him alive, don’t let him log off."

"Understood."

The two beside him nodded, a flash of cruel coldness in their eyes.

In their hands, each gripped a dark metal sphere, arcs of electricity faintly dancing on the surface.

They seemed to be special tools designed to lock down space or disrupt spiritual links.

Under their deliberate tracking and patient waiting, Fang Cheng seemed completely unaware of the danger, continuing to wander casually.

Unknowingly, he crossed a few bustling main streets, and the surrounding lights gradually grew dim.

This was the edge of Night City, surrounded by low, run-down buildings, with few pedestrians in sight.

Beyond here was the pure dark boundary shrouded in mist.

Even the glow of neon lights couldn’t reach this place.

Only the occasional eerie green beam from the eye overhead swept across the ground, casting an uncanny hue all around.

Fang Cheng paused, looking around as if he had lost his way.

Then, he turned into a secluded alleyway.

"Perfect opportunity!"

Seeing the target voluntarily enter a blind spot, the leading shadow was pleased, giving a hand signal.

The three of them sprang silently from the shadows like hunting leopards, advancing in a pincer formation toward the alley Fang Cheng had entered.