Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1131 - 553:

The high-altitude turbulence crashed wildly between the buildings, emitting a sharp whistle.

The smoke and blood scent lingering on the rooftop were blown to disperse everywhere, swirling into the pitch-black night sky.

All eyes were instantly focused on the figure of the newcomer.

The person stepped on a concrete railing no wider than a palm, with the heel largely hanging in the void.

The wind blew his black hoodie tightly against his torso, the fabric making a snapping sound, outlining the tense muscles beneath.

Yet he didn’t even sway; hands in pockets, he was like an iron stake hammered into the building’s wall.

The neon lights behind the city cast a layer of cold edges around him.

In the backlight, his facial expression was obscured.

Only those pale gold eyes looked down without any ripples.

There was no emotion in that gaze, yet it instantly tightened everyone’s nerves present.

A sense of pressure that chilled to the bone silently enveloped the scene.

This was an instinctual alarm deep in the biology’s genes.

Like a pride of wild dogs tearing and fighting for food, suddenly interrupted by a lion patrolling its territory.

Instantly suppressing all noise and slaughter.

The rooftop fell dead silent.

Fei Ying, in a melee fight, felt a chill at the back of his neck and instinctively halted his attack, leaping back.

And Black Mamba, who was ready to pursue his advantage, also froze his dagger-holding hand in midair, shrinking his body into the shadows.

As a top assassin, he had an exceptionally keen perception of killing intent.

At this moment, he clearly felt locked in by a terrifying force, the slightest wrong move would mean decapitation in the next second.

Even Big Bear, caught in a frenzy, suddenly stopped hunting down Fatty Hu.

The seemingly irrational beast let out a low, uneasy growl, its blood-red eyes fixed on the figure on the railing.

All muscles tensed up even more, reacting as if meeting a natural enemy.

Masked Guest slowly turned, the movement a bit stiff.

As he moved, numerous suspended fragments of concrete, glass, and steel in midair also shifted direction.

All dense tips pointing at the uninvited guest.

But he did not rush to act, and through the mask behind the eyes, there was full of confusion and uncertainty.

Note that the rooftop entrance was right in the center of the battleground.

With his perception, it was impossible to ignore any intruder,

yet this person seemed to appear out of thin air.

Could he have climbed the several hundred meters of mirror-smooth outer wall with bare hands?

Masked Guest stared at the man’s hands and soles but found no climbing equipment.

Silver Wing Building is a skyscraper over 300 meters, not just a dozen-story building.

If this were true, how terrifying would this man’s finger strength and endurance be?

Or perhaps, he possessed flying ability?

Thinking this, Masked Guest suppressed his dread and decided to probe first.

"Friend, which line of industry are you from?"

Speaking in a low voice, he took the lead asking:

"I’m the leader of the Bloodthorn Mercenary Corps, may I know your esteemed name?"

"Illuminati, Fang Cheng."

Fang Cheng agilely leapt from the railing, walking a few steps forward unhurriedly.

The soles stepped on the rubble and glass shards on the ground, emitting a crisp "crack, crack" sound.

In the silent night sky, it sounded extraordinarily clear, making hearts jump.

He raised his hand to take off his hood, revealing a young and handsome face.

Under the cold white light of the billboard, seeing the man’s appearance clearly.

Ecstatic light instantly burst from the eyes of the Illuminati quartet, they shouted in unison:

"Chairman!"

Fang Cheng did not respond, his indifferent gaze swept across the scene.

Looking at the injured Fei Ying, Eagle Eye and Old Chen hiding desperately behind cover, his brows slightly furrowed.

When his gaze fell on the blood on Fatty Hu’s chest and the twisted fractured arm.

The golden light in his eyes abruptly compressed, flashing a trace of ferocity.

Hearing the title "Illuminati Chairman," Masked Guest felt a sinking feeling.

Though unaware of the organization’s name, it did not hinder him from assessing the current situation.

The intruders he had just injured were mere pawns.

Now the true master has finally arrived.

His eyes behind the mask flickered a few times, then he let out a dry laugh, attempting to ease the tense atmosphere:

"So it turns out to be Chairman Fang, I’ve long admired your name. We’re conducting business here and didn’t realize these people were under your command."

"Friend, there might be some misunderstanding between us, perhaps we could sit down and talk."

"Misunderstanding?"

Fang Cheng spoke while pulling his hands from his pockets, slowly clenching them into fists.

Crack!

The finger joints squeezed the air, emitting a series of firecracker-like explosions.

"Who gave you the courage to lay hands on my people?"

Hearing this, Masked Guest let out a soft laugh, lowering his posture further, his tone also becoming especially gentle:

"Chairman Fang, more friends in the Martial World mean more paths. Injuring relationships over a few subordinates and taking violent action really isn’t worth it."

"How about this, I’m willing to compensate your Illuminati twice the price, what do you think..."

During the conversation, his left hand behind his back quickly made a subtle gesture.

Fire Dragon behind him received the signal, eye glint flickered slightly.

The palms beside him faintly glowed red, secretly gathering energy, ready to explode unexpectedly.

On the other side, Black Mamba, who was already hidden, acted like a sinister snake.

He slinked along the wall root, silently inching towards Fang Cheng on the east side of the rooftop, searching for the best angle for a backstab.