Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1206 - 586:

"Though I am not an examiner and lack details regarding the specific exam logistics, I have heard from our teacher that Ling Shaofeng has been intensely focused on intelligence from West Mountain recently. It appears he is secretly launching a major operation, pouring substantial manpower and resources into it."

"Then it is certainly no accident that the examination has been shifted to West Mountain..."

Wei Zheng cut himself off mid-sentence.

He suddenly sensed something amiss, his sharp gaze bypassing Fang Cheng’s shoulder to scan the crowd behind them.

Fang Cheng’s eyes shifted in sync, glancing back instinctively.

A few paces away, a gaunt man wrapped in an oversized gray suit was staring directly at them.

The man possessed distinctively protruding ears, prominent cheekbones, and eyes that held a shifty, cunning quality.

Realizing his eavesdropping had been detected, the man shrank his neck and offered an awkward, sheepish grin.

He then acted as if nothing had happened, pivoted, and slipped rapidly into the throng of people, vanishing completely.

Wei Zheng decided not to pursue the matter, which ended their conversation regarding the higher-ups of the Special Search Team.

He straightened his collar, moved closer to Fang Cheng, and offered a piece of quiet advice:

"Junior Brother Fang, try to stick close to Donghe when the time arrives."

"Although it is a personal assessment, the variables in the wilderness are plentiful, and having someone to watch your back is always wise. The Medical Team’s standard is simply completing the course with a load; there is no need to vie for ranking against the combat personnel."

"Understood. I will keep that in mind."

Fang Cheng nodded, his composure remaining entirely unruffled.

His gaze circled back from the spot where the thin man had disappeared and swept across the surrounding area.

Several young candidates in camouflage attire with stern expressions grabbed his attention.

Though they lacked police academy uniforms, their posture was as rigid as pine trees, and their palms were scarred with heavy calluses.

They were clearly veterans of firearm handling and had undergone rigorous hard-core Kung Fu training.

A young man with a buzz cut seemed to detect Fang Cheng’s appraising look.

He turned his head, and their eyes locked instantly.

The buzz-cut man’s stare felt like a blade, sharp and undeniably aggressive.

Fang Cheng shifted his focus calmly, a trace of a smile curling his lips.

Outdoor survival training?

To him, this felt far more intriguing than simple weightlifting in a gym.

Within such a complex, secluded environment cluttered with unpredictable factors, certain techniques that were impossible to display under surveillance cameras might finally find a purpose.

"Alright, all the formalities are finished."

Wei Zheng lifted his wrist to check his watch.

"You two head home today, rest well, and conserve your energy for tomorrow’s written exam."

He then shot a sharp look at Ma Donghe:

"Especially you, Donghe, stop grazing on random food and drinks."

"If you end up with diarrhea on the day of the exam, your old man might just skin you alive."

"Got it, got it! You can trust me on this one."

Ma Donghe chuckled, giving his chest a reassuring pat.

The trio navigated through the sensor glass doors, leaving the boisterous service hall behind to stand on the expansive granite steps.

A gentle, warm breeze brushed against their faces.

The square remained packed with movement, a sea of faces displaying a myriad of emotions.

Fang Cheng drew a deep breath and began descending the stairs.

Halfway down, he paused and looked back.

His eyes pierced through the thick crowd to stare at the building behind him, which served as the symbol of the nation’s supreme extraordinary law enforcement authority.

The massive metallic national emblem cast a cold, glinting reflection in the sunlight.

Fang Cheng’s eyes were filled with profound tranquility.

Regardless of how deeply the factions and schemes within the Special Search Team were intertwined, he had resolved to enter the fray. This massive national machine was destined to become his new arena for gathering resources and ascending to the peak.

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Evening, around eight o’clock.

Evenings in Wanghu Town always arrive early, bringing a serenity that the city lacks.

The piercing high beams of a black Land Rover SUV splintered the darkness as it rolled quietly into the old street, finally stopping at the wall’s edge.

The engine died.

Fang Cheng opened his door, stepped out, and shut it soundly.

Almost at once, the courtyard lights flickered to life, and the heavy wooden door creaked open from within.

His mother, Li Biyun, wearing an apron, greeted him with a voice dripping with both blame and love:

"Why are you back so late? And why didn't you answer your phone?"

She scanned her son under the porch lights, her eyes shimmering with care:

"Have you had anything to eat? I kept a pot of rib soup in the kitchen for you; it only needs a quick heat and it'll be ready."

"I already ate in the city, Mom."

Fang Cheng locked the vehicle, his face softening into a gentle smile:

"The phone was set to silent, so I missed it. I had dinner out with Ma Donghe and I’m completely full, so don't you worry."

He followed his mother into the courtyard and spotted his grandfather, Li Zhenhua, standing in a coat at the entrance to the living room.

The old man had clearly been waiting for word. Seeing Fang Cheng, his brow smoothed, and he asked with anticipation:

"Ah Cheng, how did things go at the Special Search Team? Did you finish all the procedures? Did you learn anything about the exam process?"

"It is all settled."

Fang Cheng reached the coffee table and poured a glass of warm water, soothing his parched throat:

"I received my admission ticket and checked the exam site. The written test is tomorrow morning, the interview is the day after, and the physical test follows on the third day."

"As for the events, everything is within expectations. I am utterly confident, so please, rest easy."

"That’s good, that’s just excellent!"

Observing his grandson’s unwavering certainty, Li Zhenhua nodded repeatedly, his face radiating pride:

"I knew it! Our Ah Cheng has been sharp since he was a lad—he never gave us reason to worry about his studies. No matter how high the threshold for the Special Search Team is, it could never stump you!"