Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1499 - 722:

Fang Cheng turned around and looked at the excited high-level officials of the True Thought Society.

"Had a fight just now, quite draining."

He touched his stomach and said casually:

"I’m still a bit hungry, I wonder if the food upstairs has gotten cold?"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Hongxin froze for a moment, then suddenly understood.

He quickly tossed his cane aside, then slapped his thigh vigorously, saying repeatedly:

"Not cold! Not cold! Even if it is, I’ll immediately have the kitchen prepare another table!"

Zheng Hongxin’s old face was brimming with a radiant smile as he bent over with great respect, raising his hand to invite:

"Chairman Fang, this way please! We’ll continue in the private lounge upstairs; this meal today is on me as a warm welcome for you."

Standing to the side, Wu Yingshan’s pretty eyes shimmered.

She looked at Fang Cheng’s handsome and elegant face, recalling how he had casually crushed weapons and slaughtered S-Class powerhouses with a brutal grace.

This man perfectly combining extreme violence with refined elegance exuded a deadly charm.

Having been single for so many years, she suddenly felt an urge for a cougar’s impulse.

"Chairman Fang exerted himself earlier to protect us."

Wu Yingshan leaned forward playfully, naturally reaching out to brush off Fang Cheng’s shoulder, her breath fragrant:

"Later at the table, Yingshan must toast you several times to calm your nerves."

Feng Kehai also adjusted his glasses at the right time, bowing slightly, speaking with unprecedented respect:

"Chairman Fang’s power is extraordinary, today’s battle spread widely and firmly secured our True Thought Society’s foundation on Yong’an Island."

"Those envious hostile forces will not dare to cause trouble on our territory after hearing this news."

"In the future, whatever Mr. Fang needs, my business association will strive with full effort."

At this moment, Zhao Lei, previously injured internally by Momochi Yugoro’s blow, walked over assisted by two patrol team members.

His right arm hung powerless at his side, his chest stained with a large amount of blood, yet his gaze toward Fang Cheng was filled with unabashed fervor and admiration.

As a superpower user who revered physical strength, Fang Cheng’s hard-hitting, absolute domination had completely won over this untamed tiger.

Zhao Lei pushed away the supporting team members, stepped forward half a pace, and bowed deeply to Fang Cheng:

"Chairman Fang! Previously, I, Old Zhao, made a foolish mistake, didn’t recognize you as a true deity!"

He broke into a big smile; too excited, his wound in the chest and lungs hurt, causing him to grimace, yet still he proclaimed loudly:

"Thank you for saving us today! Even more satisfying, those two punches shattered the Japan scum!"

"This lifetime, I’ve truly submitted to you; henceforth in the guild, wherever you point, these fists will strike. Should anyone oppose you, I need not trouble you, I, Old Zhao, will break their neck first!"

Fang Cheng looked at the group of high-level officials whose attitudes had made a 180-degree turnaround, smiling indifferently.

It seems, no matter which world, fists are indeed the quickest way to keep mouths shut and learn discipline.

Zhao Lei took a deep breath, forcibly enduring the stabbing pain from his chest, suddenly raised his intact left arm and shouted with all his might:

"Long live the Chairman!"

This rough shout instantly ignited the long-repressed emotions in the hall.

Present were mid-level officials of the True Thought Society, patrol team members, and young trainees who had rushed over and witnessed the battle, all startled.

Then, they all raised their riot shields and firearms, shouting in unison.

"Long live the Chairman!"

"Long live the Chairman!"

The fervent roar echoed like a tsunami in the riddled hall, nearly toppling the precarious crystal chandelier.

Every gaze toward Fang Cheng was filled with worship and followership.

Amid this deafening cheer, Fang Cheng remained calm as usual.

He stood with one hand in his pocket, posture upright, facing the fervent worship with only a slight nod.

That calm demeanor was as if his amazing feat of killing two top-tier experts was merely like taking out the trash, insignificant.

Zheng Hongxin retreated to the side, gazing at Fang Cheng’s invincible posture, his muddy eyes full of relief.

He exhaled a long breath, silently lamenting:

President Su had a good eye; before heading to the Otherworld, he found such a successor to subdue all ruffians.

With Chairman Fang here, the True Thought Society’s fortune is far from over!

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The morning sea breeze has lost some of its salty dampness.

Through the half-open floor-to-ceiling window, a fragrance of tropical banana leaves blew in the spacious hotel terrace.

Fang Cheng leaned on the white stone railing, holding a freshly brewed cup of black tea.

The steam from the tea swirled in the rising dawn, then was fragmented by the breeze.

His gaze moved past the coconut trees surrounding the outdoor pool below, landing on the distant coastline where white waves rolled.

It’s been three whole days since the clash with Japanese ninjas in the True Thought Society headquarters hall.

In these three days, Yong’an Island’s open tourist spots have remained lively and bustling, but the island’s secret order has undergone a violent upheaval.