Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1102 - 542:

From the edge of the fabric on the side, he quickly glanced downstairs.

The street was sparse, with an air of solitude.

The barbecue stand business was also winding down, with the owner wiping oily tables with a cloth.

His Range Rover was parked quietly in a corner beside a pile of electric scooters.

There were similarly no suspicious signs around.

At the entrance of the tubular building, two figures were moving in the shadows.

One tall, one short, with distinct appearances.

They were Monkey and Big Hammer, ordered to guard the corridor.

Fang Cheng’s eyes flickered slightly as he raised his hand to press the switch on the communicator by his ear:

"Monkey, have you found anything?"

"Report to the Chairman, no abnormalities detected."

Monkey’s straightforward voice came immediately:

"Chairman, have you captured the target? Should we come up and help?"

"Yeah, if the kid doesn’t behave, I’ll come up and loosen his bones!"

Then, the communicator buzzed with a deep voice as Big Hammer interjected, eager to get involved.

"No need."

Fang Cheng’s tone was indifferent, directly rejecting:

"I can handle it here. Withdraw to the surveillance room first, notify me if there’s any situation."

"Yes, Chairman."

The two immediately responded without any unnecessary questions.

After confirming external safety, Fang Cheng walked over to the TV cabinet, opened a drawer, and took out a roll of bandages and a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao, tossing them onto Ah Le.

"Take care of it yourself."

Then, he pulled over a chair, sitting in front of Ah Le in a commanding posture, and pressed the switch on the floor lamp.

Click.

The warm yellow light suddenly came on, dispelling the darkness in the room.

The light illuminated Fang Cheng’s overly calm face, and clearly revealed Ah Le’s disheveled appearance.

Ah Le didn’t stand on ceremony, grabbing the bottle, and with a "tearing" sound, ripped open his blood-soaked jacket and shirt.

There was a shocking wound on his left abdomen, the skin flipped outward, the brown intestines vaguely visible.

Though not yet fatal, blood continued to ooze out, appearing quite terrifying.

He bit open the bottle cap forcefully, sprinkling the white powder haphazardly on the wound.

"Hiss—"

The moment the powder touched the flesh, Ah Le grimaced in pain.

His entire body’s muscles convulsed, veins bulging on his forehead, yet he endured without making a sound.

Then he took the bandage, wrapping it messily around his waist several times, barely stopping the bleeding.

After doing all that, he weakly leaned against the wall, looking up at Fang Cheng, speaking softly:

"Thank you."

"I’ll give you five minutes to explain everything clearly."

Fang Cheng stared at him intently, speaking in a deep voice:

"Shen Wei is the seat holder of the East City Association, who dares to touch him in East Capital’s underworld? And who hurt you like this?"

"It wasn’t an underworld force."

Ah Le took a breath, shaking his head.

He supported himself with his hands on the floor, adjusting his position slightly to sit more upright, trying to maintain the last shred of dignity:

"It was... the Bloodthorn Mercenary Corps."

"Bloodthorn?"

Fang Cheng raised an eyebrow, completely unfamiliar with the name.

"They’re a group of lunatics, taking dirty jobs in the black market."

A flicker of barely concealed fear passed through Ah Le’s eyes as he swallowed dryly:

"They’re not ordinary people, like you... they have powerful and terrifying special abilities."

"Keep talking."

Fang Cheng leaned back in his chair as if he hadn’t noticed the implication in his words.

"Last night, the Chairman took a dozen trusted brothers, driving a convoy to handle business at a secret base."

Ah Le took a deep breath, adjusted his sitting posture to lessen the pull on his abdominal wound, and began to slowly recount the nightmare-like experience:

"Just halfway to the base, I noticed there was an off-road vehicle trailing us continuously from behind."

"Although they were keeping quite a distance, my instinct told me this was the work of an expert."

"I reminded the Chairman at that time, signaling the driver to change route. We then drove in circles around suburban towns, sticking to those complicated alleyways."

At this point, Ah Le furrowed his brows, a bit puzzled:

"But the strange thing was, no matter how we circled, that vehicle could precisely stick behind us, just like they had a tracker on our car."

"Seeing that we couldn’t shake them off, the Chairman decisively ordered to stop in a secluded area. After getting off, the brothers pulled out their guns and hid in the bushes, planning to ambush them."

Ah Le chuckled bitterly, his eyes revealing a sense of remorse:

"Back then, we thought that the stalkers were spies sent by the Red Tiger Gang or other sworn enemies, thinking we could catch them and get some answers."

"But..."

His voice suddenly trembled, his fists tightened unconsciously, clearly the memory left a significant psychological scar on him.

"What happened?"

Fang Cheng asked in a deep voice.

"Those people... they weren’t ordinary at all, they were like demons!"

Ah Le’s pupils contracted, as if witnessing again that bloody scene:

"Just as their car stopped, I saw a skinny guy like a bamboo pole rushing over, after only taking a few steps, he vanished into thin air."

"Ah Yong, standing at the front, barely lifted his gun before his palm was cut off entirely, and instantly a line of blood spurted from his neck, and his head rolled to the ground."

"There was another guy who seemed foreign, standing over ten meters away, with a mere wave of his hand, the brother beside me was engulfed in flames."

"He screamed, rolling madly on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, he stopped moving, burned to a crisp."

"But these aren’t even despairing, the most terrifying is that muscle-bound beast..."

Ah Le swallowed, his voice dropping to almost a whisper:

"Bullets hitting him were like striking a steel plate, only sparking a few sparks, without even grazing his skin."

"He charged into the crowd and with a casual sweep, flipped the van over like a toy."

"Then, that beast grabbed Old Hei’s head, snapping his neck effortlessly like cracking a walnut."

"In Old Hei’s screaming before his last breath, that beast unbelievably... opened his mouth full of fangs and bit off half of Old Hei’s shoulder, chomping down on it on the spot!"

At this point, Ah Le suddenly closed his eyes, as if unable to bear the sight:

"In less than a minute, the brothers were all dead, barely managing a few screams... The Chairman was carried off like a chicken by that group of monsters."

Fang Cheng’s face remained calm, as if listening to an insignificant matter.

Then, he keenly grasped the doubt within:

"How did you manage to escape?"

Against that level of mutants, especially with multiple attackers.

Even though Ah Le seemed to possess some enhancement that made his physique superior to ordinary people, surviving an overwhelmingly one-sided slaughter seemed impossible.

"The Chairman was injured at that moment, realizing the situation was dire, he pushed me, telling me to break through and send word."

Ah Le opened his eyes, his face filled with agony:

"I knew staying meant certain death, not even qualified to block bullets, so I bit my teeth and ran deep into the woods."

"The muscle-bound monster initially wanted to chase me, but their leader didn’t seem to care about a small fry like me, and shouted to stop him."

"This allowed me to rely on my familiarity with the terrain, narrowly escaping with my life."

Ah Le smiled self-deprecatingly, but the fear in his eyes was undeniably real.

"Later, I found a black clinic to simply treat my wounds, calming down to think carefully, and realized they might have deliberately held back."

"Either they only cared about the Chairman as the target, or they were planning to fish for bigger prey, using me to lure out the elite from the East City Association for a full sweep."

"So you didn’t return to the gang?"

"I dare not return."

Ah Le drew a heavy breath, shaking his head:

"Previously, I intended to seek you at the club but feared those people had laid trap around its perimeter, so dared not approach."

"This afternoon, I disguised myself and sneaked to Old Factory Street here. You weren’t home at the time, I asked around with the neighbors, but got no information."

"Figuring you’d surely come home in the evening, I staked out outside."

"I waited until past nine, but never saw you, couldn’t stand the wound any longer, hungry and dizzy, plus staying out drew too much attention, so I broke in, intending to rest briefly, unknowingly falling asleep."

"Later, hearing the door, my head was foggy, fearing it was the enemies tracking down, didn’t identify right away, really sorry!"

At this point, he looked up at Fang Cheng, his face filled with guilt, apologizing for such an abrupt move.