Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1031 - 513_2

As she spoke, Lin Chuqiao accentuated her tone, adding:

"Brother Cheng, I can sense that person’s murderous intent is strong, and... they are incredibly fast, so fast that even my perception struggles to catch up, they are tightly on your heels."

"Oh, it seems he’s not a Spiritual Ability User, likely an assassin-type opponent leaning towards agility."

Fang Cheng nodded slightly, muttering under his breath.

In his mind, he quickly constructed an image of the enemy.

Then, he logically tossed out a second question:

"Well, what about the specific timing? Can you judge approximately when this will happen?"

"Very soon."

Lin Chuqiao replied confidently this time. She glanced at the broken red pencil in her hand and said solemnly:

"The scene I saw was very clear, with extremely high color saturation, especially the great fire in the night, so red it was glaring, even the direction of the thick smoke could be distinguished, just like watching a live broadcast..."

"Brother Cheng, you know my predictive ability, the blurrier the perception, the more distant the time and more variables."

"But the clearer the image, the more vivid the colors mean..."

At this point, Lin Chuqiao couldn’t help but pause, finding the next words challenging to say.

"It indicates the event is very imminent, with almost a hundred percent probability."

Fang Cheng immediately picked up her words, speaking in a calm tone that sounded as if he were discussing the weather tomorrow.

"That’s right."

Lin Chuqiao exhaled, not denying his judgment, her voice carrying a tinge of urgency:

"Based on previous experience, this level of clarity indicates the matter is urgent, and the time to occur will definitely not exceed twenty-four hours."

"It might even be... tonight."

"Twenty-four hours..."

Fang Cheng repeated this time frame, then let out a soft chuckle.

There was no trace of fear in the laughter but rather a powerful confidence and fierce battle spirit.

"It’s enough."

"Fang Cheng, I’m not joking with you!"

Lin Chuqiao raised her voice slightly, advising with some urgency:

"It’s really dangerous this time, it’s obviously Ideal Land tracked your whereabouts and sent someone to avenge you for disrupting their plan."

"Why don’t you take your mother and leave Old Factory Street, go somewhere else for a while, just leave there..."

"It’s useless."

Fang Cheng decisively rejected this proposal, his voice calm to the point of being cold:

"Since they can locate my residence, even if I leave Old Factory Street with my mother, it’s still hard to escape their surveillance, only bringing danger elsewhere, implicating my mother and other relatives and friends,"

"But..."

Lin Chuqiao wanted to persuade further but was at a loss for words.

She certainly understood Fang Cheng was right.

But concern creates chaos, agreeing rationally is one thing, emotionally accepting it is another.

"Chu Qiao."

Fang Cheng interrupted her, his tone gentle yet undeniable:

"Predicting the future is not to make us feel fear and worry, but to give us time to rewrite it."

"Now that we already know the script, let me change this ending."

"Besides, evasion is not my style. If you don’t pull out this thorn, it will always hang overhead; rather than guarding against a thief for a thousand days, it’s better to end it once and for all."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Lin Chuqiao lowered her head, looking at the drawing on the table, her voice filled with self-blame:

"Brother Cheng, I’m sorry. I predicted for you several times before but found no signs until this morning when I saw these..."

"I’m really useless, if I could have detected earlier, the preparation could have been more thorough."

Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng did not offer any comfort, but raised an eyebrow:

"You predicted for me daily before, without perceiving this danger at all?"

"Yes."

Lin Chuqiao was slightly taken aback, then sighed in dejection:

"Previously perceived scenes were all peaceful daily life, nothing unusual."

"I trust your ability."

Fang Cheng appeared thoughtful, pondering:

"Excluding certain interference factors, it only indicates that the assassin wasn’t premeditated for a long time, likely stumbled upon this place or suddenly received orders."

"Because the incident happened suddenly, perhaps he directly encountered me, exposed his actions, and chose to act, thus leaving no trace on the long-term timeline."

Lin Chuqiao’s eyes lit up:

"Are you saying... this attack was impulsive?"

Fang Cheng didn’t reply, instead questioned:

"Did you notice any other suspicious individuals around?"

Lin Chuqiao recalled for a moment, then gently shook her head:

"No, it seemed all unimportant passersby which, if abnormal, I should be able to sense."

"That’s right."

A cold gleam flashed in Fang Cheng’s eyes:

"In the scenes, the protagonists were just me and the assassin, isn’t it obvious? The opponent clearly hasn’t prepared a tight capture plan, acting alone."

"I should dispatch more personnel to assist you!"

Lin Chuqiao suddenly understood, her tone filled with urgency:

"Right, Big Hammer and Monkey have arrived in East Capital, I’ll have them rush over to help you immediately."

"Chu Qiao, don’t be too nervous."

Fang Cheng chuckled slightly, the laughter carrying a chilling air:

"Since I’ve seen the script in advance, where, when, and with whom this play should be performed is no longer up to them."

"The initiative is now completely in our hands, so to speak."

Lin Chuqiao opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by Fang Cheng ahead.

"You just mentioned, in the scene you saw, it was me who jumped down voluntarily, and not knocked down by someone, right?"

Lin Chuqiao hesitated, looked again at the painting, carefully analyzed it, and nodded:

"Correct. Your posture was very graceful, like deliberate evasion, not the appearance of losing balance and falling."

"Then you should be more at ease."

Fang Cheng’s lips curled up, speaking calmly:

"It means I have leisure up until the last moment."

"After all, with my perception ability, it’s impossible for him to approach unnoticed. Maybe I discovered his tracks and chose to take action."

He pondered briefly, then instructed:

"Chu Qiao, do me a favor, immediately contact Big Hammer and Monkey, to set up surveillance in Old Factory Street, especially for new faces entering and leaving the tubular building, screen them for me, specifically watch out for the man in black you described."

"Since the event will happen within a day, the opponent should be preparing to enter the stage and scout my details."

"Okay, I’ll send someone over now."

Lin Chuqiao bit her lip, forcing herself to calm down: "Anything else needed?"

"No, leave the rest to me."

Fang Cheng paused and added:

"No matter what noise you hear tonight, don’t come over. This is my hunting ground, I wish not for extra variables to cause the situation to spiral out of control."

"Brother Cheng..."

Lin Chuqiao hesitated to speak, filled with worry.

"Trust me."

Fang Cheng’s voice softened slightly, yet carried strong confidence:

"Whether it’s an explosion or assassination, I’ll personally twist and change this timeline, my fate can only be controlled by me!"

The other end of the phone fell into a prolonged silence.

After a while, a sigh filled with helplessness yet trust from Lin Chuqiao came:

"Fine... I know I can’t persuade you. But you must promise me, be very careful."

"If needed, the Professor and other Illuminati members are on standby anytime."

"Rest assured, I know what to measure."

After hanging up, Fang Cheng tucked his phone into his pocket, his smile instantly vanishing.

Standing on the balcony, the morning sun was somewhat dazzling but couldn’t penetrate the gloom in his eyes.

Outside, the city was fully awake.

In the distance, the elevated roads hustled with traffic; the hustle of the morning rush faintly came.

Fang Cheng flashed back to the thrilling scene Lin Chuqiao described, instead of fear, a thrill stirred within him.

It was a primal urge of a beast smelling blood.

He pondered for a long time, an intense light flashing in his eyes, vaguely devising a plan.

Then he turned and walked into the kitchen, opened the freezer, pulled out a piece of raw beef and tossed it into his mouth, chewing as he continued adding details to the plan.

The fresh blood burst between his teeth, carrying primitive sweetness.

After replenishing his strength, Fang Cheng casually pulled out a large bottle of iced mineral water, tilting his head back to drink it all.

The cold liquid ran down his esophagus into his stomach, making his already calm brain even clearer.

"Want to revenge on me?"

He wiped his mouth, his tongue brushing over the traces of blood left on his lips, curving into a bloodthirsty smile.

"Then let’s see, who will be the flying acrobat tonight."