Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1491 - 718
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Listening to Zheng Hongxin recount the former chairman’s illustrious achievements, Fang Cheng’s motions while picking up food remained steady, unperturbed even in chewing rhythm.
He pictured in his mind the scene of tearing apart a squid barehanded and silently assessed it in his heart.
Sounds quite intimidating, but only effective against some mutated creatures.
If it were him, he should be able to do that too.
He’d only need a charged strike from the Kirin Arm to utterly shatter the squid’s head without needing to wrestle with it underwater for ten minutes.
"President Su not only possesses immense power but is also a pioneer with grand ambitions."
Zheng Hongxin looked at Fang Cheng with burning eyes and continued:
"He dedicated half of his life’s efforts, poring over countless ancient texts, researching the secrets of the Silver Key, attempting to find the legendary underwater Secret Realm."
"All of his efforts, willing to risk immense danger, were to sever the inescapable blood curse on all of us and gain a new life."
At this point, Chen Jiandong, who had been silently listening nearby, took over his teacher’s thread:
"Mr. Fang, since President Su chose to entrust the Silver Key to you before his departure."
"He must have hoped you could take on his mantle, lead our True Thought Society to regroup, and later enter that mysterious world, following in President Su’s footsteps."
"Jiandong is right."
Zheng Hongxin nodded vigorously alongside, earnestly echoing:
"Mr. Fang, now in the True Thought Society, only you hold the key to pinpoint the door’s exact position."
"The lives of us old bones and the hundreds of brothers in the society are all counting on you. As long as you nod, we will surely follow your lead without question."
While speaking, Zheng Hongxin lifted the wine glass with both hands.
"This glass of wine, the old man drinks first as a toast."
With those words, he lifted his neck and emptied the cup of green wine in one gulp.
Seeing such unabashed flattery from the counterpart, Fang Cheng’s expression remained calm, holding the glass wine cup with slender fingers.
The remaining green wine in the cup gently swayed with his movements.
The two master and apprentice cooperated seamlessly, and the flattery cannot be said to be insignificant.
Strictly speaking, Fang Cheng holds the token of the True Thought Society and, in terms of sentiment and etiquette, seems obliged to lend a hand.
If he hadn’t accidentally teleported to the sacrifice site and been discovered by the original host, he could have easily chosen to leave without getting involved in any trouble.
After all, he had just established the Illuminati in East Capital, and there’s no extra energy to manage another society.
But having taken the True Thought Society’s treasure, the "Silver Key," coupled with the misunderstanding leading to such enthusiastic hospitality, sitting here eating and drinking for free.
If he were to leave directly, freeloading till the end, it wouldn’t be acceptable.
Causality is something Fang Cheng always regards as very important.
Of course, he surely doesn’t want to be that burdensome chairman, staying on the island cleaning up the mess for a group of mutant elders.
The best solution is to help them eliminate certain hidden dangers or make a promise to lend a hand at a critical moment, as payment for taking the key.
Once this favor is repaid, in the future, each will go their separate ways, with no debts owed.
At this moment, everyone in the private room paused their actions.
The attention of Feng Kehai and other senior officials focused on Fang Cheng, awaiting his statement.
Will he retreat, shirk responsibility, or seizing the moment, take up this great power?
Fang Cheng placed the wine glass on the table, making a soft sound.
"Vice President Zheng, what you mentioned..."
He was just about to say some pleasantries to brush it off.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The thick double wooden doors of the private room were suddenly struck violently.
Then, the door was forcefully pushed open from the outside.
A guard responsible for the building’s security, in a black suit, stumbled in.
This guard looked disheveled, with a swollen left cheek and a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, obviously having just fought someone.
"Why the panic!"
Zhao Lei angrily slapped the table and stood up, reprimanding:
"Are you blind? Didn’t you see the Hall Masters and Chairman Fang dining?"
The guard clutched his chest, too panicked to apologize, and breathlessly reported:
"Vice President Zheng, Master Zhao! Downstairs... someone is causing trouble!"
"What?"
Zheng Hongxin’s usual amiable face instantly darkened, his gaze turning as sharp as a hawk’s.
"Dare to cause trouble at True Thought Society’s headquarters? How many came? Which force?"
"Just... just two people."
The guard swallowed his saliva, his voice trembling slightly:
"One is muscular and fierce like a bear, and the other one is tall and thin, wielding a slender katana."
"They sound like Japanese, extremely ruthless. They barged in as soon as they entered, brazenly calling out your name, Vice President Zheng."
"Our brothers rushed to question and block them, but couldn’t even touch their clothes before being flipped over, dozens of them. Four patrolling team members are severely injured now, being held downstairs in the hall."
"Those two Japanese asked me to tell you to go downstairs immediately to meet them, or they’ll execute those four brothers on the spot."
At these words, the atmosphere in the private room abruptly shifted.
Wu Yingshan stood up abruptly, her high heels stomping out a shallow pit on the carpet.
Feng Kehai also put away his business smile, with dry and thin palms pressing on the table, nails faintly casting a blue-black aura.
"Utterly reckless!"
Zhao Lei flexed his thick neck, joints making crisp, crackling sounds.
He turned to look at Zheng Hongxin, requesting: