Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1415 - 684

The feeling of weightlessness as they passed through the Light Gate vanished in an instant.

Fang Cheng’s feet landed once again on the damp muddy ground at the bottom of the well.

The surroundings returned to their cold, damp state, with the familiar sound of dried bones cracking underfoot.

The two walked back along the dark passage, quickly reaching the bottom of the dried well.

Looking up, the top of the well was about a dozen meters above.

Moonlight poured down from above, outlining the well mouth into a bright circle, making the surrounding area appear even more deep and mysterious.

Cheng Jiashu tightened the straps of his backpack over his shoulder, walked to the wall, and reached for footholds between the moss-covered bricks, preparing to climb up bare-handed.

"No need to bother."

Fang Cheng stopped him, taking two steps forward.

He lifted the heavy backpack filled with ancient gold bars with his left hand and directly grasped Cheng Jiashu’s arm with his right hand.

"Hold tight!"

Cheng Jiashu hadn’t even reacted when he felt an irresistible force pulling on his arm.

Fang Cheng slightly bent his legs, and the rotten mud underfoot was instantly pressed into two deep pits.

Then, like a spring onion being pulled from dry soil, he leaped up with Cheng Jiashu and the dozens of pounds heavy backpack.

The wind roared fiercely past their ears.

In just one breath, the two had crossed the vertical distance of more than ten meters and landed steadily on the bluestone slab outside the well.

"Holy shit!"

Beside them, Xu Hao, who was restlessly tossing a half brick in his hand, was startled by the sudden sound and almost hit his forehead with the brick.

Upon seeing that it was Fang Cheng and Cheng Jiashu emerging from the well, he immediately dropped the brick and asked:

"Boss, you’re finally out. How was it down there? Did you destroy that old monster’s lair?"

Fang Cheng released his grip on Cheng Jiashu and put the heavy backpack down by his feet, casually replying:

"We got some results, all the problems are solved."

Xu Hao immediately perked up, his eyes gleaming with curiosity as he glanced at the bulging backpack, wanting to ask more questions.

Fang Cheng raised his hand to stop him, shifting his gaze to Qian Dongming, who was sitting limply nearby.

This former high-flying pharmaceutical group boss now looked utterly disheveled.

The tailored suit he once wore had been torn to shreds, covered in mud and dark red bloodstains.

His exposed skin was crisscrossed with scars from the abrasive debris.

The man looked like a frightened quail, trembling in the corner, with not a trace of the chairman’s dignity left.

Fang Cheng exchanged a glance with Cheng Jiashu.

"Uh-huh."

Cheng Jiashu dusted off his sleeves, coughed dryly, and spoke:

"Boss Qian, now you’re given a chance to save your life. Are you willing to accept it?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Dongming shivered, clutching at this last straw, hurriedly nodding:

"Yes! Yes! I’ll do anything you gentlemen say as long as I live!"

Cheng Jiashu turned slightly, pointing to Fang Cheng beside him:

"This is the leader of our organization, Chairman Fang. I believe you’ve already witnessed his skills. Even an ancient monster like Jiang Chen, who lived for a thousand years, couldn’t last a few rounds under our Chairman Fang, being blown to ashes."

Qian Dongming raised his head, squeezing out a sycophantic smile, echoing fervently:

"Witnessed, witnessed! Chairman Fang’s might is unparalleled, akin to a god descending to the mortal realm! That old monster is nothing in front of you, not even worthy to tie your shoes!"

"As long as you spare my life, I, Qian Dongming, will serve you faithfully, dedicating my life to the cause."

Fang Cheng looked down at Qian Dongming, his gaze calm, paying no heed to the flattery.

To him, it wasn’t important how many compliments this man could say, but how much practical value he could provide.

Seeing Fang Cheng remain silent, Cheng Jiashu continued the conversation:

"Our organization just happens to need a quiet place, and we’ve taken a liking to this piece of land in Ancient Locust Village, planning to build a resort here."

As he spoke, he leaned down, staring into Qian Dongming’s eyes:

"Since you’re the person in charge of this land, do you understand what to do for the upcoming procedures and cover-ups?"

Having survived the business world for many years, Qian Dongming had a cunning innate sharpness and instantly caught the underlying meaning.

"Understand! I understand completely!"

He wiped the mud from his face with his sleeve, straightened up, and loudly declared:

"This land is completely legal and compliant. Tomorrow I’ll have the property rights transferred to the leader for free, and all the development funds and relations will be personally funded by me."

"In the future, for any tasks within the organization, I’ll be at your beck and call, absolutely obedient, and will not cause any trouble!"

"Seems you are a sensible man."

Cheng Jiashu nodded in satisfaction.

"Rest assured, gentlemen. I genuinely admire your organization. I’ll break the bank to make this resort beautiful, ensuring not even a fly from the outside gets in!"

Qian Dongming pulled a smile as expressive as a chrysanthemum, just about to pour out more flattering words when

his slight movement triggered a piercing pain in his right leg.

"Ah—"

He gasped, cold sweat beading on his forehead from the pain.

Earlier, when Fang Cheng battled Jiang Chen, the frightening aftershocks of their fight shattered the surrounding architecture.

Qian Dongming couldn’t dodge in time, and a flying piece of rubble had struck his right calf, breaking his tibia, now twisted at a crooked angle.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng stepped forward and commanded in a deep voice:

"Don’t move."

Qian Dongming instantly froze in place, holding his breath, terrified.