Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1500 - 722:

The True Thought Society was busy clearing up the aftermath, regrouping and uprooting those hidden influence lines of other forces.

As the sole core of this storm, Fang Cheng returned to the seaside resort hotel on the night the fight ended, continuing to enjoy a leisurely holiday with Zhou Xiumei, Lin Chuqiao, and others.

Zheng Hongxin called almost immediately after investigating the situation.

This guild bigwig, who had the island’s command at his fingertips, spoke with extreme humility, insisting on sending dedicated guides and bodyguards to serve them throughout.

He even suggested booking the entire hotel exclusively for Fang Cheng and his group to rest.

Fang Cheng quickly declined these cumbersome arrangements over the phone.

The essence of a vacation is relaxation; having several menacing outsiders in black suits around would turn even the best scenery dull.

He appreciated the True Thought Society’s hospitality in his heart.

To reassure Zheng Hongxin and others’ restless emotions, Fang Cheng decided to ease their worries.

He discreetly indicated to the higher-ups of the True Thought Society that if they ever faced an impasse or encountered a formidable enemy, they could call on him at any time.

After all, he had taken the "Silver Key" left behind by Su Jing’an, accepting the weighty heirloom.

He had to step in to resolve a few troubles for the True Thought Society to repay his debt of gratitude properly.

As for the title "Chairman," Zheng Hongxin and the others could call him whatever they wished.

He entrusted the daily management and distribution of interests within the guild entirely to Zheng Hongxin’s care.

Only matters of life and death need to be reported to him.

These days, aside from accompanying Zhou Xiumei, Lin Chuqiao, and the little girl for sea tours and street shopping, Fang Cheng also stealthily concealed his presence last night, returning to the Ancient City Ruins thousands of meters deep at the Changyuan Trench.

At the center of the Deep Sea Ruins, he successfully tore open a spatial rift using the "Silver Key" and reached the volcanic rock positioned at the earlier set coordinates.

The moment the two-way transport channel opened, the Water Wave-shaped Light Gate operated stably, confirming another success, which boosted Fang Cheng’s confidence.

However, he did not rush into the space passage inside the volcano to the Otherworld.

Since the depths of that world were unclear, it wasn’t wise to venture in rashly before his True Qi was restored and he was fully prepared.

He merely used the Silver Key to anchor the two important coordinates, the underground altar of the True Thought Society and the ancient city undersea.

Going forward, no matter where he was, he could instantly traverse back to Yong’an Island and open the door to the Otherworld with the relic.

As for the batch of radiation-laden Ancient Relics salvaged from the undersea cavern earlier, they were already locked in an independent storage room in the "Sea God’s" hold.

After this vacation ended, they would be directly transported to Jinshui Fish Market Headquarters upon returning to East Capital, where Lin Chuqiao would handle them in the logistics department.

"Brother Cheng, out here alone blowing the breeze so early?"

His thoughts wandered, when suddenly a boisterous voice came from nearby.

Pan Wendi, wearing a flamboyant printed beach shorts and bare-chested, leaned over halfway from the adjacent balcony.

Holding a half-bitten avocado sandwich, he munched loudly:

"Just checked out the restaurant, they’ve got fresh egg tarts and pineapple buns today. I asked the back to pack two boxes for snacks at Baisha Bay Water Park later."

Fang Cheng put down his teacup, turned his head at the carefree rich kid, and replied with a smile:

"Alright, but after eating so much today, don’t end up throwing up after a few spins in the water."

"No way! Buddy, I passed the heavy-duty powerboat license back in Hawaii!"

Pan Wendi raised his eyebrows, gobbling up the remaining bread in two or three bites and forcefully patted his sturdy belly:

"I’m off then, let’s call my cousin and Wen Xin, and today we’ll conquer all those thrilling rides!"

Fang Cheng smiled slightly and turned to his room for a quick tidy-up.

Half an hour later, the group took the hotel’s ferry tram, arriving at the Baisha Bay Water Park on the east side of Yong’an Island.

The morning sun had just spread across the sea surface, and the azure waves were endlessly surging.

Here, the expanse of white sand extended smoothly into the sea with no obstructing reefs.

On the professional channel marked by buoys, several watercrafts roared in low, powerful tones with the waves.

"Vroom——Roar!"

Pan Wendi, unable to hold back, mounted a red and white power bike, kicking up a splash before the coach gave any guidance.

He fastened the safety rope with one hand and fiercely twisted the throttle with the right hand, the engine roaring instantly.

The front of the entire bike rose high above the sea, with the water jet below plowing a nearly two-meter-high wall of white waves.

He dashed left and right in the wide channel, making sharp slides and fishtails in succession, attracting the frequent gaze of tourists on the distant beach.

On the boardwalk, Wen Xin, clad in a bright yellow sun-proof swimsuit and wearing a straw hat, was drawn by the high-pitched engine noise and cheered enthusiastically.

"Brother, I want to ride that too! It’s so fast!"

The little girl lifted her face, swaying Fang Cheng’s wrist back and forth.

Fang Cheng picked an orange children’s flotation vest from the storage box nearby.

He knelt on one knee, dressing Wen Xin in the life jacket, fastening the clasps.

"Is the strap too tight?"

Fang Cheng adjusted the vest band, looking into the little girl’s eyes.