Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1033 - 514:

"Hope we won’t need you tonight..."

He stuffed the mask into the bottom of the bag, zipped it up, and walked out of the bedroom carrying the bulging canvas bag.

Arriving in the living room, Fang Cheng didn’t rush into action.

He walked up to the old refrigerator, reached out and opened the door, a blast of cold air greeted him.

He took out two one-liter cartons of whole milk and four fresh beef steaks.

No intention of cooking them.

Fang Cheng tore open the steak packaging and directly sent the bloody raw meat into his mouth.

"Gulp... Gulp..."

The teeth-grinding sounds of chewing echoed in the quiet room.

His teeth were as sharp as knives, easily tearing through the tough fibers of raw beef.

Bright red blood trickled down the corners of his mouth, but Fang Cheng didn’t care and continued to swallow large mouthfuls.

His eating manner was neither elegant nor civilized.

Instead, it exuded a primitive and savage aura, like a human-shaped beast feasting.

Soon he devoured all four thick-cut steaks, tore open the milk cartons, and drank them down with his head tilted back.

As a large amount of high-calorie food entered his stomach, Fang Cheng could feel it churning madly.

Like a high-efficiency biological furnace, quickly converting the food into pure energy, supplying it to every part of his body.

The body warmed slightly, strength surged through his veins.

Feasting complete.

Fang Cheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, exhaling a long breath.

There’s a tough battle to fight tonight; his body must be at full energy.

For this reason, apart from meditation and cultivation, he hadn’t exercised all afternoon.

Upgrading was impossible in the short term, the priority now was adjusting his state and going all out for the confrontation.

Turning to gaze at the now dim and silent home, Fang Cheng’s eyes narrowed slightly.

His mom had been sent away by him with an excuse, to Wanghu Town to care for his grandfather, leaving no worries here.

Yet, Fang Cheng still chose to return from Sea Sky Garden to Old Factory Street.

This drama, which is destined to happen tonight, must not escape his control.

He had to be the sole director, personally intervening in the timeline of fate, guiding the direction of the whole plot.

Honestly, even without Lin Chuqiao using predictive power to give early warning, Fang Cheng originally planned to stay at Old Factory Street.

Because tomorrow is Sunday, Zhou Xiumei would participate in the preliminary rounds of the singing competition, Wen Xin also going to cheer for her.

Fang Cheng previously promised Zhou Xiumei to be her personal driver and cheerleader, driving her to the venue early in the morning.

If he did nothing, letting things develop naturally.

It’s likely everything would turn out as Lin Chuqiao foresaw.

A violent explosion occurs at the tubular building, flames shoot skyward, dense smoke billows.

Not only Zhou Xiumei, who lives next door, would be in danger, but all neighbors in the building, including Wen Xin, would also suffer.

These two girls are his soft spots, his reverse scales.

He absolutely wouldn’t allow any mishap here.

Therefore, he must return and take charge.

Since danger is destined to come, he’d personally dissolve and crush it, completely changing this outcome.

Fang Cheng walked to the window, standing in a dead spot where no one outside could spy.

He reached out to part the curtains, coldly staring down at the pedestrians passing through the street below.

In his mind, details about the enemy resurged.

Based on the picture Lin Chuqiao predicted, the assassin is extremely fast, possibly has a superpower to create explosions, or carries destructive weapons like bombs.

Fang Cheng speculated, the adversary is likely a mutant of the agility type, skilled in assassination and sabotage.

Also, a flamboyant or crazy personality, otherwise wouldn’t recklessly cause such a big commotion in a busy street.

Fang Cheng had long made plans and calculations.

"Absolutely cannot fight inside the building."

This old tubular building has a fragile structure, can’t withstand high-intensity combat, let alone the impact of an explosion.

Once fighting starts, it would be a living coffin.

The opponent must be drawn away to a place more suitable for battles.

Doing this, besides ensuring friends’ safety, is to avoid further exposure of his identity, attracting official and Special Search Team’s attention.

Besides the obvious plan of "luring the snake out," Fang Cheng had an undercover plan in execution.

He wanted to ensure the whole situation was completely under his control.

Even reverse this opportunity, to obtain what he wanted.

Thinking this, Fang Cheng picked up the phone and dialed a number.

The phone rang twice, then quickly connected.

"Are you ready?"

Fang Cheng asked in a deep voice.

A somewhat frivolous voice came from the other end:

"Boss, everything’s OK, actors and props are in place, just waiting for you guys."

"Good."

Fang Cheng nodded slightly and hung up.

His gaze returned to the window.

At this time, night had fallen.

Streetlights gradually lit up, shrouding Old Factory Street in a haze of yellow glow.

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Meanwhile.

Across from the tubular building, on the second-floor loft of "Old Wang’s Car Repair Shop."

It’s a small warehouse piled with clutter, now temporarily turned into a simple surveillance room.

Several laptops were placed on a worn-out table, screens flickering with multiple surveillance images and streaming data.

Monkey was seated cross-legged on a chair, focusing intently on the screens.

Fingers rapidly tapped the keyboard occasionally, skillfully operating the makeshift surveillance system.

When moving in this morning, Monkey had quietly used his hacking skills to invade several old security cameras on the street, even adding a few covert micro-cameras.

This way, movements within a five hundred meter radius were visible.

At the street corner.

A tall, muscular man was squatting roadside, with a cardboard sign in front saying "Professional Moving, Strong Muscles."

This person was Big Hammer.

He looked just like an ordinary porter, casually fiddling with what appeared to be an old-fashioned radio.

Actually, it was a modified military-grade "signal detector."

This device could capture abnormal communication signal fluctuations within a certain range and transmit the data real-time to the surveillance room in the loft for Monkey to monitor and analyze.

Being portable, the detection range was small, only about tens of meters.

Therefore, Big Hammer needed to get up and move occasionally, pretending to gather work or buy water, to expand the search radius.

This was Monkey’s idea.

As a former special reconnaissance soldier, Monkey insisted that combining human and technical surveillance was the safest.

Although Big Hammer didn’t understand technical issues, he excelled in obedience and execution. Serving as a mobile detection node was perfect for him.

"Zzzz..."

A slight electric current buzz echoed in the quiet room.

Monkey suddenly narrowed his eyes, leaned forward, and stared at a corner of the screen.

"President, there’s a situation."

He reported in a solemn tone through the headset:

"There’s someone in a ’Gas Company’ uniform who seems suspicious. Around 1.75 meters tall, thin, wearing a low-brimmed baseball cap."

"Can’t see if there’s a black mole on the forehead, but the facial outline and beard... match the traits Miss Lin described closely."

"He’s carrying a toolbox, stopping in front of ’Li’s Buns Shop’ on the east side of the tubular building, chatting with the owner."

"Too far to hear the specifics from here."

Fang Cheng stood at the ninth-floor window.

Although high above, his view was blocked by the sunshade below, unable to see the specifics of the buns shop.

He pressed the earpiece, calmly issuing orders:

"Copy that, keep watching, don’t act rashly."

"I’m going over to check."

At this point, Big Hammer’s thick yet urgent voice came through the earpiece.

"Be careful, maintain anonymity."

Monkey reminded:

"If that guy is a mutant, his senses could be very alert."

"Don’t worry, I understand, I’ll just buy some buns and listen in."

Finishing, Big Hammer stood, dusted his backside.

Looking hungry and wanting food, he leisurely headed towards the buns shop.