Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1599 - 768:

"Alright, I’ll listen to you."

Lin Chuqiao immediately brightened up, stood up from his lap, and tidied his slightly crumpled skirt:

"I’m going to the nearby seafood market to buy groceries now. Today I’ll make steamed perch, along with your favorite braised pork ribs, and some fresh bamboo shoots. How does that sound?"

"It’s all up to you."

Fang Cheng nodded with a smile.

"Then I won’t be polite."

Lin Chuqiao beamed with a smile and brushed the messy strands of hair behind her ear:

"Today, I’ll wield the spatula and let you see my cooking skills."

As she spoke, she stepped her long legs forward, clicking her high heels, and quickly walked out of the office.

Watching Lin Chuqiao’s energetic silhouette disappear at the doorway, Fang Cheng smiled and shook his head.

Then he turned his swivel chair, directing his gaze towards the outside of the floor-to-ceiling glass wall.

The noontime sun shone upon the sea, shimmering and infinitely blue.

The port dock in the distance was bustling with activity.

Huge gantry cranes were working back and forth in the container yard.

Several deep-watered ten-thousand-ton freighters slowly left their berths, dragging out long, thin white wake trails.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, feeling quite at ease.

Now, everything was progressing according to plan.

Various skills broke through and upgraded one by one during combat and closed-door cultivation, getting closer to the 100-point threshold for all attributes.

When that time comes, perhaps he’ll have a chance to challenge the "Abyssal Critical Point," crossing that chasm that makes all mutants tremble, truly standing at the pinnacle of the world.

And the Illuminati he personally established, under the management of Lin Chuqiao and the professor, was methodically building a complete framework.

He believed it wouldn’t be long before it grew into a formidable force in the underground world.

Steady growth in strength and silent expansion of power are his strongest cards against the tides in this tumultuous world.

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2:00 PM, West Mountain Golden City Resort.

Sunlight hit the dark blue glass curtain wall on the outside of the main building, refracting large patches of dazzling light spots.

Looking down the slope, the fountain square splashed with water.

On the second floor of a subsidiary building to the right of the main building, rhythmic music emanated from a wide circular rehearsal hall.

Through the floor-to-ceiling glass window, one could see an extremely eye-catching scene.

A dozen young girls in sports vests and shorts were following their dance instructor to practice positions and stretches.

The intense training had them sweating profusely, but each was brimming with youthful vitality.

Several cameras were set up in the corner, the top red lights flashing.

Apparently, a reality show shoot was underway here.

Meanwhile, beside the garden downstairs.

A gardener wearing a gray uniform and a large straw hat bent over, trimming the shrubs.

He was exceptionally muscular, the gray short sleeves taut against his thick back.

During his work, his sidelong glance continuously scanned the surroundings.

Confirming no one was passing by, he put down the scissors, reaching into the black plastic bucket by his feet to extract a waterproof tape-wrapped square.

He swiftly stepped towards the subsidiary building, stopping at the corner of the outer wall.

He crouched down, pressing his palm against the ground at the wall’s base.

A streak of dark yellow light flickered between his fingers, the soil immediately rolling aside like flowing water.

The waterproof taped square silently sank half a meter into the ground, tightly adhering to the downward-extending pedestal of a load-bearing column.

As the soil closed back up, even the pattern of the surface grass restored to its original state, showing no signs of digging.

A faint sound of static came through the earpiece, followed by a voice:

"Mang, has the ’extra’ for the load-bearing column foundation in Zone B been set?"

The gardener pressed the brim of his straw hat, replying in a low voice:

"Done."

An employee hallway on the east side of the main building, a water delivery man wearing a cap, carrying two barrels of purified water, stood in front of the cargo elevator.

His skin was dark, high cheekbones, seeming not like a local from East Capital.

The surveillance camera above slowly rotated, its lens about to capture his face.

The water delivery man raised his head, a faint dark blue glow flickered deep within his left pupil.

The micro gears inside the camera emitted a soft clicking sound, the flashing frequency of the red light abruptly slowed.

The surveillance footage froze at that moment.

The water delivery man took advantage and put down the water barrels, quickly pushing open the door to the electric room next to the elevator.

Then, he pulled out a nail-sized signal bridge from his pocket, sticking it in a hidden gap below the main cable.

At this moment, a reminder came through the earpiece:

"Shan Cai, quickly, the patrol will pass in half a minute."

"Understood."

The water delivery man adjusted his cap, exited the electric room, and shut the door.

He stepped back to the cargo elevator and pressed the upward button.

Then, he picked up the two barrels of purified water again, waiting for the elevator as if nothing had happened.

Inside the ventilation duct above the rehearsal hall, the environment was stuffy and hot.

Yet, there was a young maintenance worker with dyed yellow hair hiding inside.

His body clung to the galvanized iron sheet like a gecko, his limbs twisted to an angle impossible for a normal person.

It seemed as if all his bones had been extracted, his entire body slid like a liquid through the narrow duct.

His movement was incredibly fast, without making the slightest sound of collision.

He deftly crawled to the vent’s louver, glancing down at the girls dancing below through the gap.

His gaze lingered on several pretty faces for two seconds, silently grinning.

Then he pulled a miniature camera from his toolbox, securing it behind the vent’s baffle with a quick adjustment.

"Brother Tian, the TV station’s show is now within our surveillance range."

The yellow-haired man lowly reported into the microphone in his collar.

"Received, the image is clear. Kun, next proceed to the hotel’s main building for installation."

A steady male voice responded through the earpiece.

"Yes."

After completing his task, the yellow-haired man twisted like a mollusk, retreating rapidly along the duct.

At the corridor corner of Jin City Resort Hotel, a room service cart slowly came by.

The woman pushing the cart wore the hotel’s standard white shirt and black vest, her ear-length hair neatly combed.

She parked the cart in the middle of the corridor, confirming there was no one around, and quickly stepped into a blind spot untracked by surveillance cameras.

Soon, her body edge rippled like water, she and her attire instantly became transparent, blending with the surrounding wall colors.

Seconds later, the electronic door of the security monitoring room was pushed open from inside, a security guard holding a cup of water walked out.

Just as the door was about to close again, an invisible airflow squeezed through the gap.

Inside the monitoring room, walls were covered with dozens of closed-circuit television screens.

The woman, still invisible, stood quietly in the corner, her gaze quickly scanning each screen, memorizing the positions of all surveillance cameras and security patrol habits.

Before leaving, she approached the wall-side file cabinet, casually taking a resort building structure plan placed on top.

A few minutes later, at the corridor’s blind spot.

Ripples of water spread out, once again revealing the form of the short-haired woman.

She tucked the plan into the cart’s hidden compartment at the bottom, adjusted her collar, and continued pushing the cart forward.

As she turned the corner, a young female employee carrying a towel basket came up from the opposite direction.

The female employee paused, rubbing her eyes.

Curiously, she looked back at the previously empty corridor corner, muttering whether it was her eyes playing tricks.

The short-haired woman’s expression was indifferent, eyes fixed ahead, as she nonchalantly brushed past the employee.

Outside the hotel, at the open-air cafe.

A middle-aged man in a dark casual suit sat under a parasol.

He wore frameless glasses, holding a cup of iced American coffee.

A thin laptop and a black document pouch rested on the round table before him.

He seemed like a corporate executive taking a weekend leisurely getaway while doing some work.

His gaze focused on the laptop screen.

The screen displayed a group of girls practicing dance in the rehearsal hall.