Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1358 - 657
Previously on Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups...
8:00 AM.
Jing’an District, East City, Huaihai West Road.
The rush hour traffic crawled slowly along the street, the sound of car horns and broadcasts intermingling, wafting through the somewhat stuffy air.
Sunlight pierced through thin clouds, casting onto the gray-white granite facade of the Special Search Team Headquarters building.
This massive "hui"-shaped complex stood like a steel giant crouched at the city’s bustling center, quietly inhaling and exhaling the stream of people coming and going.
On either side of the main gate, during a change of shifts, sentinels lined up carrying rifles.
The uniform leather boots stepped neatly on the concrete platform, producing a crisp, clattering sound.
Today marks the official report day for spring recruitment personnel of the Special Search Team.
On the plaza in front of the headquarters building, hundreds of candidates who passed numerous screenings lined up according to the orientation signs.
A few lead workers holding rosters shuttled back and forth, verifying identities one by one.
In the crowd, some couldn’t contain their excitement, whispering about the departments they were assigned to.
Others hurriedly tidied their collars and hairstyles in front of phone screens, paying great attention to their appearance.
Most faces were filled with expectation for the future and a nervous apprehension as they entered the official power agency.
Fang Cheng stood under a landscape tree at the edge of the plaza, using the dense leaves to shield from direct sunlight.
Today, he wore a crisp white shirt paired with dark casual pants, the shirt neatly tucked into his belt.
With his hands naturally in his pockets, he exuded a gentle, boy-next-door aura.
This refined and upright demeanor, coupled with his handsome appearance, drew looks from a few new female recruits in the nearby line, who gathered together to whisper and giggle.
Listening to the surrounding noise, Fang Cheng appeared calm, his thoughts gradually drifting away.
During the last few days, he spent most of his time in Wanghu Town.
Every morning, apart from sticking to his daily exercise routine, he went to the market to select fresh ingredients.
After returning home, he would be in the kitchen chopping vegetables and flipping pans, preparing a few home-cooked meals for his grandfather, uncle, and mother, while practicing his Cooking Skill.
In his leisure time, he sat under the grapevines in the courtyard drinking tea, keeping the old man company over a game of Go.
In between, he managed to visit Jinshui Fish Market and Jiangbei Textile Factory a few times.
Headquarters renovations were mostly completed, and the conversion of the underground air shelter was going full steam ahead.
The Illuminati was gradually getting on track, with personnel arrangements and material allocations advancing systematically.
As the organization’s big boss, he didn’t slack off and carefully checked the progress of base constructions, pointing out related issues.
He personally handled some rather thorny matters.
Such as disputes involving black market transactions, Fang Cheng purposely killed a chicken to scare the monkeys, winning people over with virtue, finally achieving the goal of harmony bringing wealth.
As for Cheng Jiashu...
Ever since that night when Jiang Chen forcefully possessed him, this big star’s spirit suffered considerable damage.
Although Jiang Chen’s Divine Soul was eventually eliminated by Fang Cheng, Cheng Jiashu’s body was severely eroded by yin energy, leading to several days of persistent high fever, and he was secretly transferred to a private hospital for recuperation.
Fang Cheng pictured that pale face, jealous of even women, in his mind, shaking his head speechlessly.
A newly upgraded S-Class expert, now so weak he couldn’t even speak clearly, shivering while holding a cup of water.
Too disappointing.
Fang Cheng originally planned to pull Cheng Jiashu along to immediately clear Jiang Chen’s remnants, thoroughly eliminating the roots.
Now, he could only postpone the plan, waiting for Cheng to recover before making a decision.
According to Cheng Jiashu’s intermittent account before falling asleep, Jiang Chen was suppressed in the Underground Palace for two thousand years, yet still managed to resurrect, all thanks to a hidden genuine physical body stored elsewhere.
If the physical body isn’t found and completely burned, its residual soul, nurtured by Corpse Qi over the years, will inevitably revive someday.
After all, that old ghost, the Ghoul King from Yu Dynasty who survived till now, surely has many cards up his sleeve unknown to others.
Luckily, Cheng Jiashu claimed to have found some clues, Fang Cheng decided to query him thoroughly once paperwork was completed.
"Ah Cheng! Over here!"
A loud and energetic raspy voice abruptly interrupted Fang Cheng’s thoughts.
Turning towards the sound, he saw Ma Donghe waving his sturdy arms at the security check passage not far away.
His right leg was encased in a thick white cast, hands gripping an aluminum alloy crutch, forcing a path through the crowded people.
Hou Peng, holding two large backpacks, followed behind like an aggrieved bag carrier, sweating heavily with a forced smile.
"Da Fei! Wow, you made it across too? Great, see you at the Action Department later!"
"Qiang Zi, excuse me, excuse me, careful not to touch my honorable leg!"
Ma Donghe walked along, loudly exchanging pleasantries with familiar candidates from the crowd.
Relying on his bear-like build and booming voice, he turned the solemn report scene into a Martial World-like gang gathering.
Fang Cheng stepped forward and casually took a backpack from Hou Peng’s hand.
"Can’t you settle down with a swollen leg?"
Fang Cheng glanced at Ma Donghe’s right leg wrapped in bandages.
"Oh, this little injury is nothing."
Ma Donghe poked the ground with his crutch, grinning, showing his white teeth:
"Today is the first day to receive that badge, oh no, the day to receive the government position, even if I’m carried on a stretcher, I’d get someone to carry me here."
As he spoke, a steady and powerful footstep echoed from the top of the plaza steps.
