Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1153 - 561: Part 3
Previously on Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups...
Fang Cheng gripped the steering wheel using a single hand, weaving through the halting rush of cars.
The morning hours flew by in a fruitful manner.
Following his routine morning workout, he refreshed himself with an icy shower to rinse off the perspiration.
Emerging from the bathroom, he spotted Ah Le coming back with a substantial breakfast spread.
After wolfing down twenty hefty meat buns plus assorted treats, the rumbling in his belly finally quieted, granting him a profound sense of satisfaction.
Post-meal, he performed a quick cleanup.
He slipped into fresh attire and headed out, intending to swing by Lin Chuqiao’s place as planned the day before to collect her for their "job."
Ah Le, being the restless sort, couldn’t stay put even with his wounds; he clenched his jaw and ventured outside right after eating.
He mentioned heading off to track down that low-level thug known as "Rat Qiang," eager to expose the traitor lurking in their crew.
Shen Wei, despite his mended fractured leg, wasn’t about to walk anytime soon and had to remain bedridden at home, focusing on recovery.
In any case, with Big Hammer and Monkey keeping vigil near the tubular structure, security wasn’t a concern.
Reflecting on Big Hammer and Monkey brought a subtle easing to Fang Cheng’s furrowed brow, followed by a flicker of regret.
These pair had been surveilling the vicinity of Old Factory Street nonstop for an entire week, alternating shifts relentlessly, managing their meals, necessities, and everything else from that cramped dark chamber, sporting eye bags resembling those of raccoons.
Per the initial strategy, fresh recruits brought in by Professor were set to reach East Capital, granting these two a well-deserved break for several days.
Yet, in the previous night’s clash, Fatty Hu, Fei Ying, and Eagle Eye all sustained injuries.
Old Chen, bearing only minor damage, was tied up assisting Professor with the cleanup.
It appeared Big Hammer and Monkey would need to tough it out a while more; the best recourse was boosting their payouts later on.
While lost in these thoughts, a sharp chime echoed from the bag resting on the passenger side.
Fang Cheng glanced over, extended his arm to unzip the pouch, and retrieved the device.
The display showed "Professor."
He hit accept, activated the speaker, and placed it on the dashboard.
"Chairman."
Professor’s composed tone emerged:
"We’re settled in. For safety, we didn’t return to that previous hotel. Instead, we found a secluded inn in the Jiangbei Suburb called ’Yunlin Cottage.’
This area usually has no tourists, surrounded by forests and farmland, very hidden."
"Hmm, well done."
Fang Cheng commended upon hearing that.
The night before, as they fled Silver Wing Building, the group divided into two.
Fang Cheng brought Shen Wei back to Old Factory Street, whereas Professor guided the rest of the Illuminati members, safeguarding the critically hurt Fire Dragon and three liberated mutants, departing ahead.
"How about that Red Hair?"
With that in mind, Fang Cheng inquired next.
"The situation’s not too optimistic."
Professor’s voice dipped a bit:
"Fire Dragon has three shrapnel pieces in him, one lodged near the lung, very deep."
"I contacted two doctors from black clinics I’m familiar with, but they were too scared to touch it upon seeing the injury, fearing the responsibility if he died on the operating table."
"As for regular hospitals... definitely can’t go, it would be walking right into the trap."
Fang Cheng eyed the path before him, keeping his face serene:
"Then just leave it to fate. If he survives, it’s his good fortune; if he dies, he deserves it."
For mercenaries stained with bloodshed, Fang Cheng offered no undue pity.
"I understand."
From the call, Professor adjusted his glasses, his voice carrying a cunning edge:
"However, I still want to try my best."
"After all, he has the overseas account password of the Masked Guest in his head. If we can successfully get that money, our Illuminati won’t have to worry about funding for at least a few years."
"As you wish."
Fang Cheng remained indifferent.
Though funds mattered to him, they weren’t essential.
Still, with Professor keen on pursuing it, he welcomed the outcome.
"There’s one more thing."
Professor appeared reluctant, holding back for a couple of seconds before proceeding:
"Those three mutants rescued from Bloodthorn last night... I’d like to hear your opinion on how to handle them?"