Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1492 - 718:

"Vice Chairman, let me go take care of them."

Zheng Hongxin did not immediately reply but instead glanced towards Fang Cheng, who was sitting calmly in the main seat.

"Chairman Fang, what do you think?"

Faced with the suddenly tense atmosphere, Fang Cheng’s hand remained steady while picking up food, without any pause.

He did not show any surprise, extending his chopsticks to pick up two deliciously roasted abalones and stuffing them into his mouth, chewing heartily.

After spending a long time in the depths of a ten-thousand-meter sea, he was indeed very hungry.

As his cheeks moved, the fresh and sweet juices burst in his mouth.

Not until he swallowed all the food in his mouth did Fang Cheng put down the chopsticks and leisurely picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth.

He lifted his eyelids, scanning the tense crowd around him.

"It seems your True Thought Society has quite a few troubles usually; you can’t even have a peaceful meal."

Zheng Hongxin’s old face turned red, and his once straight back bent slightly, showing a hint of embarrassment in his expression.

The headquarters getting trashed by just two people, and being laughed at by a distinguished guest, his dignity was as good as gone.

"Mr. Fang, forgive the laugh, it is under my incapable leadership..."

Fang Cheng did not reply, casually throwing the napkin on the table, then stood up.

"Let’s go down and see who has the audacity to ruin someone else’s meal."

Upon hearing this, a sparkle of joy burst in Zheng Hongxin’s cloudy eyes.

The new chairman’s willingness to personally intervene showed he hadn’t abandoned True Thought Society.

The old man quickly nodded and stepped aside to clear the path.

Chen Jiandong immediately straightened his back, quickly walking to the door, using both hands to pull open the heavy door of the booth, gesturing to lead the way.

Feng Kehai, Wu Yingshan, and Zhao Lei, the three high-ranking officials, exchanged a glance and retracted their previous anger, replacing it with curiosity and anticipation.

The young man personally chosen by President Su was finally about to show his cards.

Fang Cheng stepped towards the door.

Just as well, he had found the storytelling earlier a bit dull.

Since someone voluntarily came to cause trouble, he might as well stretch his muscles and bones, letting this group of top executives see his true skills with their own eyes.

It would be much easier to deal with them in the future.

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True Thought Society Headquarters, the ground floor’s ten-meter-high luxurious hall, had become a scene of chaos.

The giant crystal chandelier hanging from the center of the ceiling had crashed to the ground, with shards of glass reflecting the flickering alarm lights in the surroundings.

The expensive Persian carpet was torn apart, and a faint scent of blood lingered in the air.

"Cough... cough cough..."

A guard in a True Thought Society uniform lay in a heap of broken glass, with foam-laced blood continuously pouring from his mouth.

His chest bone was visibly caved in, with each breath accompanied by the wheeze of a broken bellows.

Crack!

A foot in wooden sandals stepped on the guard’s shoulder, slowly applying pressure.

"Xia Country man, bones, too brittle."

The speaker was a muscular giant over two meters tall.

He sported a crew cut and wore a tight black elastic T-shirt.

His muscles bulged like granite, and his bronze skin even had a faint metallic sheen.

At this moment, he looked down at the dying guard underfoot, a cruel smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

As he exerted force with his foot, the guard’s shoulder blade emitted a tooth-grinding crack, causing his eyes to roll back in pain, unable even to scream.

"Stop right there! Let him go!"

Beyond the hall, more than twenty True Thought Society patrol members who had arrived with rifles pointed the muzzles directly at the two uninvited guests in the center of the hall.

The team leader’s forehead bulged with veins, his hands trembling slightly out of anger and tension while holding the gun.

"Drop your weapons and surrender. This is True Thought Society Headquarters, not a place for you to run wild!"

The leader shouted, trying to suppress the opponents with numbers and firepower.

The muscular giant turned his head, glancing at the pitch-black muzzles around him, not showing a hint of restraint, and instead burst into a wild laugh.

"Run wild? We’re here to collect a debt."

The giant suddenly lifted his foot, kicking the severely injured guard at his feet as if he were a soccer ball, striking him swiftly on the side of the waist.

Bang!

The over 160-pound adult male was sent flying by that single kick, turning like a cannonball and crashing towards the patrol team over a dozen meters away.

"Move!" the captain shouted loudly.

The crowd scattered in panic.

The guard crashed heavily into the hall’s supporting pillar, shaking it and causing dust to fall down. By the time he hit the ground, he was already dead.

A dozen young, hot-blooded guards had reddened eyes, and angrily drew the short knives from their waists, all rushing towards the muscle-bound brute.

"Courting death."

The brute sneered coldly, slightly spreading his legs and assuming a standard Karate stance.

Facing the blades coming at him, he didn’t dodge or evade but swung his robust arms towards them.

The metallic clash rang out suddenly.

The sharp short knife struck his forearm, sparking a flash, not even breaking the skin.

The brute stepped forward, his shoulders and back sinking fiercely down, like a charging rhinoceros, slamming into the crowd.

Dull thuds sounded consecutively.

The guards rushing up did not even see his movements clearly before feeling as if a heavy truck had run over their chests.

With the crisp sound of bones breaking, a dozen people flew backward like ragdolls, smashing the reception desk, overturning potted plants, and collapsed on the ground, moaning incessantly.

"Too slow, too weak."

A cold voice came from the shadows on the west side of the hall.

A thin, black kimono-clad man slowly walked out.

He had a samurai hairstyle, cradling a slender, ancient katana.

Unlike the brute’s rampage, this thin man emitted no aura, as if he were a piece of ice with no temperature.

"Your True Thought Society, except for Su Jing’an, is all trash."

The thin man spoke in a stiff Xia Country tongue, his eyes disdainfully scanning the patrol members around him, silent as cicadas in winter.

"Shut up! Don’t insult President Su!"

The captain, hiding behind cover, felt a surge of hot blood, suddenly raised his assault rifle, and aimed at the thin man’s head, pulling the trigger.

The muzzle spewed fiery tongues, bullets fanning across the area where the thin man stood.

However, at the exact moment the gun fired, the thin man’s figure mysteriously disappeared from the spot.

No afterimage, no sound of slicing through the air, as if a piece of space had been directly cut away by some force.

The next second, the captain felt a slight, elusive chill at the back of his neck.

Startled, he relied on years of combat instinct to immediately dive forward, trying to evade a potential ambush.

However, the thin man had already eerily appeared at his side.

The katana was out of its sheath without anyone knowing when, its blade without a trace of blood, simply suspended quietly in midair.

The captain paused, preparing to tilt the gun as he fell to the ground.

Pooh.

His entire right arm holding the gun, along with half the shoulder, slipped off the body without warning, crashing to the ground.

The cut was smooth as a mirror, and until two seconds after the arm fell, crimson blood gushed wildly from the severed end like a fountain.

"Ah—"

The belated, excruciating pain made the captain kneel with a plop, letting out a piercing scream.

"You, still have some skill."

The thin man huffed lightly, twisting his wrist.

The katana traced a knife flower in midair, "clang" and sheathed back in its scabbard.

The entire motion was fluid, too fast for the naked eye to catch.

The remaining guards were completely stunned by this overwhelming, beyond-normal strength.

Their palms gripping their guns were drenched in cold sweat, and their steps involuntarily recoiled.

"Shoot, why don’t you shoot?"

The muscle-bound brute walked up to the thin man, patting his chest muscles as hard as steel, mockingly taunting:

"Xia Country people, only dare hide behind using fire sticks for bravery, is this your idea of hospitality?"

"Yugoro, stop wasting time."

The thin man frowned slightly, speaking in a deep voice:

"Since the True Thought Society’s higher-ups want to turtle up, we’ll find our way ourselves."

Ding—

Just as he finished speaking, a crisp beep sounded from the VIP exclusive elevator at the end of the hall.