Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1618 - 777:

"I don’t think this could be their doing; they don’t have the guts, nor could they hire such a man-eating monster."

Fang Cheng pondered for a moment, then instructed:

"Today, personally lead a team to thoroughly investigate every corner of the resort, inside and out, especially those dead corners that people never go to, the latest surveillance footage, and the new guests."

"If someone is targeting the East City Association, they will inevitably leave traces and reveal some clues."

"After you summarize the investigation results and report to me, I can give you concrete advice."

"Alright, I’ll handle it right away!"

Ah Le, feeling relieved, nodded repeatedly in agreement.

With Fang Cheng’s words, he finally found a backbone.

The two discussed a few more details.

Ah Le put down his water cup, stood up to take his leave, and hurriedly left the room to arrange personnel.

With the "click" of the closing door, the presidential suite returned to silence.

Fang Cheng stood up and walked to the large floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the window, the sun had fully risen.

The sun was shining brightly, with green trees providing shade, and many tourists were strolling in the resort’s gardens.

A few water birds skimmed the surface of the lake in the distance, flying towards the nearby woods along the neatly trimmed lawn.

A peaceful pastoral scene.

Fang Cheng looked at the scenery outside, but his eyes gradually turned cold.

If it were just an ordinary vendetta over territorial interests, he wouldn’t bother with it.

But once it involves mutants, especially ones that consume flesh and blood and lose control of their spirits, it becomes unusual.

Whenever and wherever such things appear, they are inevitably accompanied by indiscriminate slaughter.

Fang Cheng wasn’t certain if this wretched creature was coming for him.

But he was currently staying at the resort, and more importantly, Zhou Xiumei was still at the training camp participating in a talent show.

He absolutely would not allow a man-eating thing to hide around him, nor would he tolerate any unforeseen events spiraling out of control.

No matter what demonic creatures dared to show themselves, they must die.

With that in mind, Fang Cheng turned around and walked quickly to the bar, picking up his phone.

He unlocked the screen and opened the contact list.

The contact names scrolled rapidly past.

His gaze finally settled on a name: Lin Chuqiao.

He pressed the call button.

After a few short beeps, the call connected.

"Brother Cheng, it’s only been a day, do you already miss me?"

Lin Chuqiao’s sweet voice came through the receiver, carrying a hint of obvious delight:

"Are you enjoying your stay at the resort? Have you become so content that you forget to return?"

"The environment here is alright."

Fang Cheng listened to his girlfriend’s playful words and replied calmly:

"I’m calling for business, need a favor."

Thinking it was work-related, Lin Chuqiao casually replied:

"Is it about the cooperation project with the East City Association? Yesterday, I already sent all the relevant files according to your request."

"The person in charge, Ah Le, though not highly educated, is quite reliable. I’ll oversee the details of the follow-up business connections personally..."

"It’s not a business matter."

Fang Cheng interrupted her:

"I want you to help me predict my luck in the near future."

Upon hearing this, the laughter at the other end of the phone instantly subsided.

Lin Chuqiao’s voice immediately turned serious and wary:

"Brother Cheng, did you notice something unusual? Is someone secretly tracking you, or is the Ideal Land planning to act against you?"

Previously, due to the colossal entity "Ideal Land" lurking dangerously in the shadows, Lin Chuqiao, out of concern, frequently used her abilities to predict Fang Cheng’s fortunes, hoping to ensure her boyfriend’s safety.

But predicting the future greatly exhausted spiritual energy.

Lin Chuqiao managed both the Illuminati and the daily operations of the Morning Star Trading Company.

Balancing both sides for a prolonged period took a serious toll on her body.

Fang Cheng specifically advised Lin Chuqiao against it.

After all, even if the Ideal Land were plotting against him, there would be a planning phase, and there was no need to frequently pry into unknown matters.

Since then, Lin Chuqiao heeded his advice, routinely predicting only every three or four days.

"That’s right."

Fang Cheng, after a brief consideration, concisely recounted the situation:

"Just now, someone from the East City Association reported that last night, two of their underlings were attacked. The bodies were retrieved from the river; they were completely shriveled, with all the blood in their bodies drained."

After listening, Lin Chuqiao quickly gave her judgment:

"Drained of blood? That should be the Blood Clan, also known as the legendary vampires."

"Such creatures usually hide in Europe and America, excelling at self-healing and morphing abilities, and rarely appear domestically."

She paused, her tone growing more somber:

"Brother Cheng, are you worried that the Ideal Land has set its sights on you and sent these monsters to pave the way?"

"Exactly."

Fang Cheng gazed at the sunny scene outside the window, his eyes glimmering slightly:

"I have a bad feeling. It seems like something is about to happen in the next couple of days."

At the other end, Lin Chuqiao understood.

Although Fang Cheng, as a martial artist with spiritual will far exceeding the norm, did not possess explicit foreknowledge abilities like hers, he often had sharp instincts towards impending danger.

This intuition was hard to describe, yet often more accurate than radar.

In ancient cultivation circles, it was known as "sudden impulse."

"Okay, I’ll check right away, don’t hang up."

Lin Chuqiao decisively replied.

Fang Cheng, holding the phone, walked to a single sofa by the bar and sat down.

From the receiver came the sound of calm, subtle breathing.

He waited quietly, picking a red grape from the fruit tray beside him and popping it into his mouth.

The sweet juice spread across his tongue, but could not dispel the gathering doubts in his heart.

A few minutes later.

"Brother Cheng."

Lin Chuqiao’s voice rang out again:

"I just made a prediction; I didn’t see any image of you encountering danger. Your recent fate line hasn’t fluctuated significantly."

Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly:

"Is that so? Could it be that I’m overthinking it?"

"Maybe you’ve been cultivating and meditating too much lately, causing your spirit to be overly tense."

Lin Chuqiao gently comforted him.

But just as she spoke the words, she suddenly stopped and her tone changed:

"Wait, something seemed off just now."

"I couldn’t see you facing danger, but the surrounding environment seemed somewhat blurry..."

"Brother Cheng, I thought of a possibility. Let me switch perspectives and predict again."

After speaking, the phone fell silent once more.

This time, the wait felt especially long.

Fang Cheng leaned back against the sofa, patiently watching the clock on the wall.

The second hand swept around in circles.

The sunlight shifted eastward by a few inches on the carpet.

The phone call remained connected.

About half an hour later.

The sound of heavy breathing suddenly came from the receiver.

"Brother Cheng..."

Lin Chuqiao’s voice was clearly exhausted:

"I indeed didn’t see any image of you directly encountering danger. But I predict that the Golden City Resort... may be about to experience a terrifying disaster."

"Disaster?"

Fang Cheng’s eyes narrowed slightly, thoughts rapidly flashing through his mind.

Lin Chuqiao not seeing images of himself in peril suggested that the source of unease was not directed at him personally.

He might just be caught up in some large-scale incident at Golden City Resort.

If it were just an ordinary disaster, Fang Cheng wouldn’t worry much.

Whether it’s a fire, a flood, or a large-scale shooting aimed at the East City Association, to him now, they are tantamount to child’s play.

He could easily pack up and leave without care.

However...

Fang Cheng thought of Xiumei still at the training camp.

What reason could he use to take her away?

He couldn’t very well claim fortune-telling skills, could he?

Moreover, forcibly taking her away would disrupt the entire production team’s schedule.

There were also Shen Wei and the freshly pleading Ah Le; he had just promised help along with double compensation for the victims, he wouldn’t slink away immediately after.

Most importantly, there were over a thousand ordinary tourists at this resort.

Although Fang Cheng was indifferent to the lives of strangers, he wasn’t cold-blooded enough to conceal impending disaster knowingly.

Since he became aware of the danger, he needed to locate its source and nip it in the bud.

As they say, nip trouble in the bud!

With clarity in his thoughts, Fang Cheng immediately asked into the phone:

"Chuqiao, can you see what specific disaster it is?"

"The scene is very blurry, it’s hard to see clearly."

Lin Chuqiao took a few breaths and then explained:

"I vaguely saw endless darkness swirling with deep blood-red hues."