Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1433 - 692

The sky was roiling with low, lead-grey clouds.

A faint rumble of thunder emanated from the depths of the clouds, foretelling a storm brewing.

The poplar trees on both sides of the suburban road swayed violently in the gusting wind, making a rustling sound.

Squeak—

A silver-grey old minivan slowly pulled over, extinguishing its headlights.

The car door slammed open with a "crash," and a tall, burly figure emerged from the back seat first.

Fatty Hu squinted his eyes against the incoming gust and grumbled in a rough voice:

"Dark night and high winds, perfect weather for murder and arson."

Then he turned around, extending an arm toward a pale-faced young man inside the car:

"Brother, slow down, watch your step."

Li Fei grabbed Fatty Hu’s hand and jumped down from the car.

When his feet hit the ground, his body swayed slightly, but his steps were still steady.

Next, a tall figure in a black hooded sweatshirt bent down and disembarked from the car.

Fang Cheng pulled his hood to cover most of his face, then turned and lifted the last little girl out of the car.

Bean steadied her feet and tightly clutched the hem of her shirt with her small hands.

She too wore a black sweatshirt, and the hood was so large it almost covered her eyebrows.

The driver’s window was slowly rolled down.

Li Dingjian gripped the steering wheel, his face full of seriousness, and he whispered:

"Ah Cheng, be careful, stay safe. We’ll be ready to support you at any time."

In the passenger seat, Fei Ying said nothing, just holstered a dagger and solemnly nodded at Fang Cheng.

"Don’t worry, just wait for news here."

Fang Cheng tapped the car door, signaling them to roll up the window.

In fact, Fang Cheng originally hadn’t planned to bring so many people.

The Illuminati was newly established, barely counting twenty or so people, each burdened with heavy responsibilities.

Xu Kuan and Jiang Yun were busy with base construction under Lin Chuqiao, while Xiao Shuai and Bai Ling had their respective tasks; all were personnel not adept at direct combat.

Meanwhile, Big Hammer and Old Chen, real battle-hardened veterans, were stationed at Old Factory Street and Wanghu Town, closely guarding Fang Cheng’s family.

Black Shark Organization operated with no boundaries, and no one knew if they had figured out the Illuminati’s innermost details.

Fang Cheng could not possibly mobilize the main base’s defense forces.

But before leaving, Lin Chuqiao insisted on going together, afraid he might fall into an ambush.

Fang Cheng patiently explained the pros and cons to her, wasting some words to forcibly leave her at Hidden Cloud Cottage to oversee the situation.

However, after Lin Chuqiao’s repeated nagging, Fang Cheng opted to bring along his uncle Li Dingjian and Fei Ying as external support personnel.

"Let’s go."

Fang Cheng turned around, gazing into the dark fields below the road.

According to the map, it was still about two kilometers away from Peace Farm.

To avoid potential surveillance by the Black Shark Organization set up on the periphery, they had to abandon the prepared roads and trek across this area.

In front was a series of undulating grassy hills, without even a path for people to walk through.

The wind blew through the waist-high weeds, emitting ghostly cries.

Each step landed in uneven soil, full of entangling vines and stones.

If the sole purpose was murder, Fang Cheng could easily walk boldly along the road to the main entrance and flatten everything single-handedly.

But tonight’s primary goal was to rescue Li Jie, and they must remain as hidden as possible before Ghost Fox notices them to prevent the adversary from using the hostage’s life as leverage.

Fang Cheng deliberately chose an extremely tricky route, sneaking forward along an irrigation canal.

The canal was one meter deep, piled high with weeds on both sides.

Walking on the dried canal bed perfectly concealed Fang Cheng’s figure.

If he bent forward, the dirt embankments and dense vegetation on either side became natural cover, effectively blocking distant surveillance and thermal imaging detection.

Loose rocks and dried branches were scattered on the canal bed, creating slight rustles when stepped upon.

All four intentionally slowed their pace, avoiding the thorny brambles.

Fatty Hu led at the front, using his broad frame to crash through the brambles, clearing a path.

While waving to brush aside the pricking branches, he lowered his voice:

"Chairman, if it really goes down, don’t rush to pulp that Ghost Fox."

"At least leave a couple alive, let me have some fun too; I’ve been idling around the base lately, and this pent-up energy’s about to cause internal injuries..."

"We’ll see how it goes."

Fang Cheng casually replied, then earnestly warned:

"Your most important task is to protect Li Jie and Bean. If anything goes wrong, you’ll be held accountable."

The tone wasn’t heavy but penetrated the wind, reaching Fatty Hu’s ears clearly.

"Understood, Chairman."

Fatty Hu shrank his neck, mumbled a response, dutifully shut his mouth, and lightened his steps considerably.

Fang Cheng slightly tilted his head to glance at Li Fei keeping up from behind.

"How’s it going, can you hang in there?"

"I’m fine."

Li Fei gasped a breath, waved his hand to indicate he could persevere.

As an assassin trained rigorously since childhood, his physical foundation was very robust, long accustomed to hardships.

With Fang Cheng’s True Qi treatment earlier in the day to help him navigate his injuries, within half a day, Li Fei’s severe injuries had turned into mild ones.

The group walked several hundred meters through this rough irrigation canal.

Though he looked pale, his breathing remained steady, and he continuously kept pace without falling behind.