Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1429 - 690:

Fang Cheng sat silently in the bamboo chair, listening.

Li Fei spoke, his fingernails deeply embedded in the flesh of his palms, squeezing out crimson blood.

"Actually, the old master clashed with the organization the night we defected and was already killed by them... his remains were chopped up and fed to the dogs."

"Ghost Fox, that bastard, used a corpse as bait, setting up a trap in advance. As soon as we showed ourselves, we were surrounded."

"Moreover, we never expected Black Shark to dare risk so much, lurking with so many people in East Capital. Outnumbered, we were driven to despair."

"The Master, to cover my breakthrough, willingly stayed behind to protect the rear. He was immediately crippled by those people, his tendons severed..."

Li Fei’s body shook violently, his voice uncontrollably trembling, a sound of despair escaping his throat:

"I charged back desperately, wanting to save him, but was blockaded by a Gold Medal Killer. In the end, I could only watch helplessly as he was captured alive, unable to escape myself."

"Ghost Fox originally planned to execute us both on the spot, but after searching the Master, he found nothing but a fake secret scroll."

"Without the real item, he hesitated to act casually. Additionally, Ghost Fox was convinced our sudden defection was supported by forces aiming at Black Shark."

"So, he force-fed me poison, intentionally leaving me with one last breath to come back and deliver a message."

Li Fei raised his head, his bloodshot eyes staring at Fang Cheng, word by word repeating Ghost Fox’s message:

"He asked me to tell the Chairman... if you want Li Jie alive, bring the real secret scroll to Peace Farm in the south of the city at midnight tonight for an exchange."

"If you dare alert the Special Search Team or miss the agreed time, not only will Li Jie be tortured, but Black Shark will personally come tomorrow morning to eradicate and annihilate the Illuminati."

As the words fell, the courtyard exploded instantly.

"Damn!"

Fatty Hu’s brows furrowed as he spat forcefully on the ground, angrily swearing:

"Who the hell do they think they are! So arrogant, running wild in East Capital, as if they’ve signed their own death warrant!"

Beside the wooden pillar, Fei Ying’s gaze was chilling, his wrist flipped, and the dagger twirled a gleaming Knife Flower at his fingertips.

Lin Chuqiao’s brow furrowed slightly, her originally gentle expression entirely washed away, as if a layer of frost had settled.

Xu Kuan grasped Jiang Yun’s hand tightly, his expression somewhat tense.

Jiang Yun’s eyes flickered slightly, and a layer of fine sweat beads formed on her forehead.

In her realm of Spirit perception, at this moment, a layer of extremely glaring scarlet light was rising around the Chairman’s body.

It was the manifestation of pure killing intent, also the display of a violent aura.

In the corner by the wall in the hall, Bean’s frail shoulders trembled slightly.

The mouse tucked in her sleeve squeaked, its tiny claws anxiously scratching at the fabric, seemingly sensing some sort of lethal danger.

Fang Cheng picked up the teacup in front of him, brought it to his lips, and blew away the floating leaves swirling on the water surface.

His expression was calm, as serene as an outsider, seemingly uninterested in his opponent’s provocative words.

However, with his sequence of actions, the air in the entire courtyard seemed to freeze.

Only a sense of suffocating pressure remained, like the absolute stillness before a storm.

"Chairman!"

Li Fei gritted his teeth, kneeling once more, facing the invisible pressure:

"This matter is entirely because of us siblings, fundamentally unassociated with the Illuminati. I also know bringing the entire organization into this peril for personal vendetta is greatly inappropriate."

"But we’re really out of options. If you think this might cause trouble, we won’t insist."

"It’s just, just..."

His throat convulsed violently, words stuck, unable to continue.

"Second brother, don’t say anymore..."

Li Ran covered his face with both hands, tears flowing through his fingers, soaking his clothes.

Fang Cheng gently placed the teacup on the stone table.

"Thud."

A muffled sound spread across the courtyard.

Everyone’s gaze involuntarily fell on the cup.

The porcelain cup that was previously full of hot tea now appeared unnaturally dry.

Its contents had long evaporated, leaving only a few shriveled, yellow, dried tea leaves at the bottom.

"Tortured by a thousand cuts, annihilate the bloodline?"

Fang Cheng’s lips curled into a cold arc: "It’s been a long time since anyone dared speak such words to me."

"Ah Cheng..."

Li Ding held a cigarette, a trace of worry on his face.

The Professor adjusted the black-framed glasses on his nose bridge, his gaze sharp, contemplating strategies.

Lin Chuqiao straightened her back, her eyes blazing as she looked at Fang Cheng, awaiting his decision.

Fang Cheng stood up, looking down at Li Fei kneeling on the ground:

"Since the Illuminati has taken you in, you are my people. And if anyone dares harm my people, forget a killer organization tucked in the shadows, even if the king of heaven himself came, I’d make him leave his life behind."

Li Fei and Li Ran trembled all over, lifting their heads, staring at Fang Cheng in disbelief, followed by overwhelming joy filling their hearts.

They both bowed their heads heavily against the brick floor, grateful and thanking profusely.

Fang Cheng’s gaze was profound, his mind made up.

Since these two came seeking refuge, staking their lives on the Illuminati, he naturally would not betray that trust.

Besides, it had been nearly two months since the battle at Silver Wing Building.