Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1439 - 694_2

The assassins surrounding the two immediately retreated to both sides, leaving a passage.

Ghost Fox walked in front with a gloomy face, Blood Jackal following close behind with his combat knife in hand.

Under their feet, countless centipedes, poisonous spiders, and scorpions surged along the muddy ground like a layer of black carpet.

"Run? Why aren’t you running now?"

Blood Jackal raised the combat knife in his hand and pointed at Fatty Hu, face twisted with arrogance:

"One meat shield and one half-cripple, you really think you can walk out of here alive from under our hands? What do you take the Black Shark Organization for, some kind of charity?"

Ghost Fox stopped ten steps away, his gaze locking onto Li Fei like a venomous snake:

"The one who wore the mask and rescued people just now, he’s your Illuminati’s real Chairman, isn’t he?"

Without waiting for an answer, he let out a cold laugh, his voice carrying a bone-deep chill:

"He does run fast. But it doesn’t matter. Once I use Telekinesis to crush your bones inch by inch, we’ll see if he comes back to save you."

Li Fei spat out a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva, gripped his dagger and held it across his chest, gritting his teeth as he cursed:

"If you’ve got the balls, come on! Even if Senior Brother and I die, we’ll drag you crazy bastards down with us!"

Fatty Hu twisted his thick neck and followed up, face full of disdain:

"Quit blowing hot air. I’ve grown this big and never tried what it’s like to have my bones crushed by someone. If you’re gonna do it, hurry up. Don’t nag like some bitch!"

The slabs of flesh on Blood Jackal’s face twitched, a savage light flaring in his eyes.

He hefted his combat knife and stomped forward a step, the blade pointing straight at Fatty Hu:

"You don’t know when you’re already dead. I’ll take off your arm first and roast it for a snack, see how thick your hide is and how tough your meat really tastes!"

Ghost Fox’s face grew even darker, his gaze turning sharper and sharper:

"Still putting on an act on the brink of death. Tonight I’ll let you get a proper taste of the Black Shark Organization’s most brutal torture. I hope your mouths stay this hard all the way to the end."

As he spoke, he decisively raised his hand and barked:

"Do it. Take them down first, we’ll go capture that runaway later."

With that order, the swarm on the ground surged toward the two like a black tide receiving a command.

The assassins around them holding guns immediately tightened the encirclement, index fingers resting on the triggers, slightly pressing down.

The muzzles shifted slowly with the pair’s movements, ready to unleash a storm of bullets at any moment.

Fatty Hu’s eye corners twitched violently.

Tell him to brawl with assassins holding guns, he wouldn’t even frown.

But if you want him to mess with these dense, disgusting things with compound eyes and venomous stingers, that’s just asking for his life.

Every hair on Fatty Hu’s body stood on end; a chill ran all the way down his spine.

"No need to wait. I’m already here."

A calm, chilly voice suddenly drifted down from the night sky above.

Ghost Fox’s heart jolted hard, and he snapped his head up.

In midair, a figure wearing a crimson Evil Ghost Mask was floating in the air.

The wind yanked at his loose black hoodie, making it snap and crackle.

The hood had long been blown back, a few slightly messy black strands of hair whipping wildly over his forehead, making that mask look even more mysterious and unrestrained.

All the assassins present were shocked pale, hurriedly swinging their guns up to aim at the night sky.

The newcomer folded his arms across his chest, overlooking the people below like a God.

An extremely terrifying pressure crashed down from the heavens, slamming into the earth.

The boiling swarm froze in an instant, as if they’d encountered the most terrifying predator between heaven and earth, shrinking back into the mud, not daring to move an inch.

Fang Cheng stood high above, his clothes fluttering.

Under the mask, his gaze calmly swept across the entire scene.

All the previous rescue plans had been executed perfectly.

The rat swarm controlled by Bean had not only scouted out the details of the farm and the positions of Ghost Fox and the others, but also pinpointed Li Jie’s exact location.

Hidden in the dark, Fang Cheng obtained solid intel and calculated the route.

He waited for Bean to pass the order, and at the moment the rat swarm bit through the main power cable, he pushed his physical abilities to the limit.

He deliberately chose to smash through the side wall behind Li Jie, so he could disrupt Ghost Fox and the others’ line of sight at the first possible moment, while avoiding the wall collapsing onto the hostages.

After grabbing him, relying on a burst of speed that broke the sound barrier, he delivered Li Jie in one breath to Bean waiting on the outskirts of the farm.

Then, he returned to the battlefield.

Now that the hostages were safe, he could fight without any reservations.

He could finally unleash himself completely!

Fatty Hu tilted his head back, his big bell-like eyes going round.

Seeing that familiar figure in midair, the slabs of flesh on his face relaxed at once, and he bellowed in excitement:

"Chairman!"

Li Fei, standing beside him, however, was frozen in place, staring somewhat blankly at the figure floating in the air.

Ghost Fox narrowed his long, thin eyes, locking onto the sudden enemy.

Enduring the oppressive pressure pouring down from above, he took half a step forward and called out in a probing tone:

"So, you’re the real Chairman of the Illuminati."

Fang Cheng looked down at him from on high, his tone flat without the slightest ripple:

"Your Black Shark Organization brought this many people to East Capital just to capture a defector? Where’s your leader, why isn’t he showing his face?"

"Heh, heh, that’s nothing you need to worry about."

Ghost Fox answered with a calm expression, but a fierce sense of dread rose in his heart.

In his mind he kept replaying the scene of the load-bearing wall inside the room being pulverized like paper.

That terrifying physical Strength like a humanoid bulldozer, plus the airborne ability he was displaying at this moment.

The masked man in front of him was absolutely an extremely dangerous variable.

"Quit playing God and Ghost!"

Blood Jackal spat, hefted that serrated combat knife, and strode forward.

The veins on his tattoo-covered head bulged, completely oblivious to his boss’s tense body, still yelling at the top of his lungs:

"You’re S-Class, the boss is S-Class too, what’s there to be scared of! Get your ass down here if you wanna talk, or I’ll bring the brothers and drag you down here to bleed you out!"

Blood Jackal thought they had people and numbers on their side, and with the boss personally sitting in command, he naturally acted without scruples.

Ghost Fox’s eyelid twitched violently, and he couldn’t help cursing idiot in his heart.

He opened his mouth, just about to shout for him to stop.

Up in midair, Fang Cheng’s cold gaze swept toward Blood Jackal.

Then he suddenly raised his right hand, fingers pressed together like a blade, and slashed down through the air.

The True Qi in his body compressed to a high density in an instant, Condensing Qi into Gang at his fingertips.

With a sharp sonic boom, a dazzling golden crescent Qi Blade flew from his hand, slicing through the air as it spun toward them.

"Move, now!"

Ghost Fox’s face changed drastically as he shouted harshly.

But it was too late.

A flash of golden light passed by.

The forward step Blood Jackal had just taken suddenly froze.

The combat knife in his hand halted in midair, his open mouth still fixed in the shape of a shout.

A fine blood line abruptly appeared on his thick neck.

"Gulu... gulu... ka..."

A string of broken bubbly sounds squeezed out of his throat, as if he still wanted to spit out the curses he hadn’t finished.

Next, that bald head slid along the smooth cut and fell to the ground with a smack.

The headless torso was like a high-pressure pump, scarlet blood jetting more than two meters high, splashing the nearby Assassins from head to toe.

The thick stench of blood exploded outward in an instant.

Seeing his trusted subordinate killed so easily, Ghost Fox was completely enraged, and that trace of fear in his heart instantly vanished.

He immediately roared:

"Open fire, concentrate everything, kill him!"

The Assassins all around snapped out of their stupor and pulled their triggers at once.

More than a dozen tongues of flame wove into a dense web of fire, pouring up toward the sky.

Fang Cheng didn’t dodge or evade, his body still hovering, standing motionless.

A layer of golden light-flame visible to the naked eye faintly appeared on the surface of his body.

The alloy bullets slammed into the golden light like hitting thick armored steel, bursting only into little clusters of sparks.

The deformed bullets ricocheted away with ding-ding clangs, scattering all over the ground.

Fang Cheng’s eyes were razor sharp; his body suddenly dropped, and he crashed toward the ground like a meteor.

Boom!

The instant he landed, the airwave rolled, dirt and rubble spraying out in all directions.

He stomped his right foot down hard, and the ground exploded into another deep pit.

His whole body turned into a blur, ramming straight into the formation of four Silver Medal Killers on the left.

His opening move had no fancy flourish, only the purest outpouring of violence.

Fang Cheng raised his left arm, driving a fierce jab straight into the chest of the man at the very front.

"Bang!"

A teeth-numbing crack of bone rang out.

The man had no time to react—his chest cavity collapsed in an instant.

The brutal Fist Power punched through his back, blasting his spine along with chunks of viscera out of his body, erupting into a thick cloud of blood mist.

The two men beside him had just swung their guns around, ready to fire.

Fang Cheng’s waist twisted, his right leg whipping out sideways like a steel cable.

The overwhelming Strength instantly crushed the hard gun barrels, the rifles whipping viciously into the two men’s heads along with his kick.

Metal warped and snapped, and their cervical vertebrae broke at the same time, the cracking sounds linking together in a line.

The two heads popped like watermelons hit by a bat, their facial features crushed and deformed on the spot, twisting a hundred and eighty degrees on their necks.

Then they completely burst, sticky blood, shattered bone, and gray-white brain matter splashing in a fan shape across the courtyard wall behind them.