Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1613 - 775:

"What’s wrong, is it strange?"

The man in the trench coat took off his blood-stained coat and casually tossed it over the back of a chair:

"I got the inspiration from watching a TV show back then. An idea sprouted, so I mentioned it to the higher-ups."

"Lord Claude couldn’t praise my plan enough, immediately made a decision, and started working on this capture operation."

He sat with legs crossed, a hint of pride in his voice:

"Although I’m not the official commander of this operation, I have been a strategist of sorts, and I’m fully aware of the entire setup."

"So you can rest easy; everything is according to plan. It’s just a matter of going out to hunt a few unlucky ones now, nothing too drastic."

"If you’re interested, next time I’ll bring you some fresh blood to try, to change your taste."

The fat man heard this, his face scrunching up, laughing:

"Hearing that, I’m relieved. Staying in this godforsaken place, my mouth’s all dried out."

"Once the task is successfully completed tomorrow night, I’ll take you to the most expensive venue in East Capital, get ten women for a few days of fun."

"That sounds great."

The man in the trench coat followed with a chuckle.

He was none other than Night Owl, the deputy leader of the infamous underground assassin organization "Black Shark."

And the fat man across the table, eating heartily, was one of the twelve special envoys from Ideal Land, codenamed Hai Pig.

This person’s background is unknown, identity extremely mysterious, even fellow members of Ideal Land cannot ascertain his specifics.

However, the twelve special envoys are the most favored confidants of that great entity, second in status only to those top leaders with Super S-Class power.

Therefore, even the usually arrogant Night Owl maintained a degree of respect when facing him.

While the two talked, the Lama sitting nearby reciting sutras suddenly stopped his actions.

The Human Bone Prayer Beads collided, making a clear "tah" sound.

He looked up, stared at Night Owl, and asked:

"Will we officially start the operation tomorrow night?"

As he spoke, the face with blue and purple bruises appeared somewhat gloomy under the light.

"That’s right."

Night Owl nodded, putting away his playful demeanor:

"Preparations at the resort have been completed, all pieces are set in place. We’re just waiting to set up the array here, create a trap, and deliver the final blow."

Hearing this, the Lama revealed a fierce gleam in his eyes, his previously gentle face twisted:

"As long as we succeed in killing White Owl, I’ll do whatever it takes."

Night Owl curled his lips, reaching out to pat his shoulder in understanding:

"Rest assured, Master, you’ll definitely get a chance for personal revenge."

The Lama before him, whose face was nearly ruined, was Venerable Roger, who had once stormed into Gufeng Temple alongside Hai Pig.

That day he encountered Fang Cheng who was visiting Master Huiming, and got beaten severely, ending up fleeing in embarrassment.

If it weren’t for his long cultivation of Esoteric Buddhism’s Dragon Elephant Wisdom, with his exceptionally robust body, he might have been beaten to a pulp right then and there.

Afterwards, Roger hid in Lingquan Temple for days to recover slightly.

From the mouths of two disciples, he learned that the one who beat him was the mysterious young man he had met at Xu Sanduo Antiques Shop.

Nevertheless, he did not loudly call for immediate revenge.

In the Martial World, strength commands respect.

Confronting a superior opponent would not only invite humiliation but even bring about mortal danger.

Until a few days ago, Hai Pig suddenly approached, telling him that the youth who had wreaked havoc at Gufeng Temple might be the murderer White Owl whom Ideal Land had been tracking.

And now Ideal Land had outlined a plan, preparing to launch a capture operation against White Owl.

Roger dared not face that Evil God alone.

But with a powerful organization leading the charge, he wouldn’t mind joining in, helping out to settle his grudge.

Listening to Night Owl’s comforting words, Roger showed no expression, resumed turning his prayer beads, replied in a deep voice:

"I’m just worried about the strength of that man. With just a few of us, I fear we may not be able to suppress him."

As the only one present who had faced Fang Cheng directly, he knew better than anyone the terrifying destructive power of those fists.

Night Owl opened his mouth, wanting to argue back, but swallowed his words.

His eyes flickered, unintentionally recalling the scene he witnessed on the East Suburban Highway that night.

The man who shattered Ghost Scythe, ablaze with scorching flames, descended like a Demon God.

Silence suddenly enveloped the room.

Only the kerosene lamp flickered incessantly.

Seeing this, Hai Pig chuckled, breaking the silence:

"That White Owl is indeed formidable, but after all, he’s just an enhancer. Other than having great strength and speed, he lacks any eerie special abilities."

"We’ve brought together three S-Class experts, a top Super S-Class fighter, and Lord Claude overseeing the operation."

"We’ve also arranged four teams of armed mercenaries outside, equipped with heavy weaponry. Can he really grow three heads and six arms and take us all on alone?"

At this point, Hai Pig’s expression turned fierce:

"There’s an old saying in Xia Country: No matter how skilled the Monkey King is, he can’t escape the Buddha’s palm. White Owl won’t fly out of Golden City Resort even with wings."

Night Owl took a deep breath, and echoed the sentiment:

"Indeed, no matter how vast White Owl’s divine skills are, he can’t contend with the full power of our Ideal Land."