Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1156 - 562:
Previously on Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups...
This cursed superpower failed to deliver riches or prestige, instead scorching like a red-hot poker.
They weren't just evading government probes; they also lured in ruthless groups like Bloodthorn, who devoured without any compassion.
Forced from their tranquil existences, they were turned into captives.
Having just slipped away from the wolves' clutches, they've tumbled into an enigmatic tiger's domain.
The sun of early summer glows brilliantly and warmly, filtering through the window to warm their forms.
Still, the pair experiences a chill of wintry isolation.
The world harbors deep hostility toward mutants.
They drift like aimless duckweed amid the tempest, clueless about the next surge that will sweep them along.
Jiang Yun let out a sigh and compelled herself to pull away from that hopeless sentiment.
She shifted her gaze toward the grimy young boy curled up in the corner, inquiring gently:
"Bean, has Xiao Bai gathered any information after being away for so long?"
In the corner, Bean held his guarded stance.
He simply shook his head faintly, replying in a feeble tone:
"Xiao Bai's hearing is poor and he's quite slow; it takes him extra time to grasp things."
Jiang Yun gave a nod and held her tongue.
She was aware that "Xiao Bai" was in truth a filthy large rat, the boy's companion and spy.
Back in their imprisonment under Bloodthorn, this unassuming rodent had helped them pass hidden messages, devise plans, and search for escape routes.
That was when Jiang Yun learned of the boy's extraordinary gift for commanding small creatures.
Right as the trio whispered among themselves.
Abruptly, faint footsteps echoed in the corridor beyond the door.
Soon after, several voices wafted in gently,
"Chairman, you've come?"
"Greetings, Chairman."
These came from the two Illuminati guards stationed outside, laced with respect and a touch of reverence.
The three within felt their pulses quicken, as if yanked by an unseen force,
"Mm, Old Chen, Eagle Eye, you've put in the effort."
A steady male voice rang out, serene and devoid of emotion.
"No trouble at all, no trouble, hehe."
One guard hastily answered, his words measured, before inquiring:
"This lady, is she the Minister Lin from logistics that the Professor spoke of?"
"Hello."
A soft and melodic female voice responded, akin to a gentle zephyr.
"Hello, hello, I'm Old Chen, and this is Eagle Eye; we're the new recruits from last night's mission—please look after us going forward."
"Chairman, they're in there; let's head inside."
This was the bespectacled Professor's voice, cutting through the short exchange.
"Very well, keep watch out here and bar anyone from approaching."
The composed male voice issued again.
"Yes." "Yes."
The two Illuminati members chorused their affirmation.
The steps drew nearer, halting right at the door.
That beast-surpassing man... has he come?
Jiang Yun and Zhang Kuan shared a look, spotting the dread mirrored in the other's stare.
They rose instinctively, gripping each other's hands firmly.
Bean in the corner shrank further, as if eager to vanish into the wall's fissure.
Squeak—
The aged wooden door creaked open.
Sunlight flooded through the entrance as three silhouettes entered against the glare.
To the far left stood the elderly man who'd dubbed himself Professor the night before.
Black-rimmed glasses perched on his face, lending him an academic air, while he clutched that same black satchel.
On the right appeared a breathtaking woman clad in a pale purple gown.
Her frame was elegant and lithe, her features captivatingly beautiful.
Particularly her expressive peach blossom eyes, which sparkled with innate charm even in a mere glance.
Jiang Yun, who considered herself somewhat attractive, felt overshadowed in this woman's presence.
Yet the figure the three couldn't overlook was the central man.
He stood tall and straight, dressed in a plain black shirt with sleeves loosely folded back.
His face bore chiseled contours, his eyes profound like endless voids.
Upon entering the chamber,
The room's atmosphere appeared to solidify at once.
An intangible force descended, reminiscent of a blazing star plunging into this confined space.
Even with his formidable aura suppressed, the wave of heat it emitted spiked the temperature, turning the area into a sweltering oven.
Jiang Yun and Zhang Kuan's scalps prickled, beads of sweat formed on their brows in an instant, their pupils shrinking sharply.
It was him.
The individual who'd shattered the flesh-devouring beast with a single strike on the Silver Wing Building's roof the previous night, enduring the assault of armed helicopters with his body alone.
The Illuminati’s Chairman!