Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1360 - 658

"Internal Investigation Department?"

Ma Donghe sneered, his face full of indifference:

"Is that the group of bastards that ran to my house to investigate me last time? What do they usually do, investigate embezzlement, catch internal traitors?"

"They specialize in openly and secretly investigating the conduct and discipline of internal personnel. To put it bluntly, they check on their own people."

Wei Zheng looked serious, glanced around, and lowered his voice:

"This department is not constrained by any conventional orders; it answers directly to Director Ling."

"Director Ling trusts them greatly and gives them immense authority. These guys roam around like spirits refusing to leave and once they target you, you’ll be skinned alive even if not dead — it’s a typical case of a small temple with strong demonic winds."

After listening, Ma Donghe’s eyes widened in disbelief, blurting out:

"Damn, isn’t this like the Eastern Factory from ancient times?"

"You can think of it that way."

Wei Zheng nodded in agreement:

"So in the future at headquarters, if you encounter them, try to go around them, keep your mouth shut, don’t clash with them, even if you have to endure hidden losses."

Listening to Wei Zheng’s cautious warning, Ma Donghe scratched his head, curiosity taking hold:

"Senior, since there’s an Eastern Factory, does our Special Search Team have a Western Factory?"

Wei Zheng’s eyes flickered, a mysterious smile curling his lips, and he lowered his voice further:

"There is."

"Really?"

Ma Donghe gasped.

The words made Hou Peng perk up his ears.

Fang Cheng maintained a calm appearance, but was also paying attention to Wei Zheng’s next words.

"However, the so-called ’Western Factory’ is not part of the official organization."

Wei Zheng resumed walking, leading them through the corridor, explaining in a deep voice:

"It’s hidden within the Intelligence Department, a secret blade for dirty and tiring tasks. No one knows the specific composition of its personnel, nor can anyone investigate the top-secret missions they carry out. Once you’re familiar with headquarters, you’ll naturally hear some rumors."

Seeing Wei Zheng’s taciturn demeanor, the group did not pursue further, each digesting these unofficial institutional rules.

Passing through the corridor, they arrived at the central passage of the first-floor lobby.

Three people came into view.

The man in the middle was tall, wearing a black uniform with the senior badge of the Special Search Team, the fabric taut over bulging muscles.

He had short cropped hair, a square face, and walked with a steady pace like a mountain, his boots producing rhythmic thuds and emanating a powerful sense of pressure.

On the left was a slender young man, holding a coffee cup.

On the right was a burly man with muscled arms, wearing an elastic shirt.

Fang Cheng recognized them immediately.

It was none other than the old acquaintance Gao Jin and his two trusted subordinates, Zhou Liang and Ali.

The two were tilting their heads, whispering to Gao Jin, with a few words like "Noah" and "fund flow" faintly audible.

Wei Zheng saw them from afar, immediately adopting a more formal posture, standing straight.

As Gao Jin approached, he brought his legs together and executed a standard Special Search Team salute, loudly:

"Hello, Captain Gao!"

Gao Jin stopped, his steady gaze landing on Wei Zheng’s face, nodding slightly and returning the salute:

"Wei Zheng, bringing newcomers today?"

"Yes, sir, just finished recording their files, taking them to familiarize themselves with the departments."

Wei Zheng answered respectfully.

Gao Jin casually glanced at the three behind Wei Zheng.

His gaze first swept over Ma Donghe, who was leaning on a cane and had a remarkable figure, pausing for half a second, then moved over the meek Hou Peng.

Finally, his gaze landed on Fang Cheng.

At this moment, Fang Cheng slightly lowered his lids, his hands in his pockets, shoulders relaxed.

He completely masked his aura, posing as a somewhat slack new recruit, slightly uneasy in front of a superior.

Their distance was barely a few meters.

Gao Jin’s gaze lingered on Fang Cheng’s face for a second, his brow slightly furrowed.

He seemed to be scrutinizing his bone structure and features, searching his memory for some inexplicable familiarity.

Fang Cheng remained composed, his breathing unchanged.

He had even begun to strategize in his mind.

If Gao Jin detected anything amiss, how to swiftly subdue him in seconds, or how to articulate and explain his background.

But Gao Jin only examined briefly before moving his gaze, displaying no signs of anomaly.

To this Senior Investigator, the yearly influx of recruits was abundant, aside from a few standout talents, most were mere gears to fill the base layers, unworthy of much attention.

"Do your best, the Special Search Team needs fresh blood."

Gao Jin patted Wei Zheng’s shoulder and encouraged him in a deep voice.

Then, with Zhou Liang and Ali, he strode towards the office area.

Fang Cheng raised his head, his gaze following Gao Jin’s broad silhouette until it disappeared around the corridor corner.

Who could have guessed, the iron-willed captain within the Special Search Team, committed to eradicating the Noah Organization, casually brushed past the ally he had painstakingly sought, "White Owl."

Fang Cheng’s lips barely twitched before quickly returning to calm.

"That’s Captain Gao Jin from our Action Department, notorious as a tough guy in the Special Search Team."

Seeing Fang Cheng and Ma Donghe staring at the back, Wei Zheng spoke up to introduce:

"He’s fearless, doesn’t bend for anyone —not even Director Ling finds him troublesome."

"But Captain Gao’s personal ethics are flawless; in the entire department, apart from Director Shi and me, he’s the one you can most trust. Given the chance, I’ll introduce you guys next time, so you can get closer."