Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1621 - 779
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If it were simply a disaster caused by natural factors, Fang Cheng could find an excuse and personally drive Zhou Xiumei back to the city.
But what if someone is secretly setting a trap, deliberately planning a shocking murder?
Running blindly outside now may not be safe.
Especially if targeted by such a behemoth like the Ideal Land, the enemies have most likely already sealed off all roads down the mountain surrounding the Golden City Resort.
If Fang Cheng leaves the resort with Zhou Xiumei now, they would definitely encounter fierce attacks halfway.
The winding mountain road in the wilderness is the best place for an ambush.
Snipers, heavy weapons, and various bizarre mutant techniques are simply impossible to defend against.
No matter how confident Fang Cheng is in his strength, he cannot ensure the complete safety of an ordinary person in an intense mobile warfare.
Considering comprehensively, placing Zhou Xiumei in the high-defense underground shelter, guarded layer upon layer by the armed forces of the East City Association, is much safer than trying to break out with her at risk.
In this way, he can stabilize the enemies lurking in the shadows, ensure his advantage of foresight does not go to waste, and eliminate the worries behind, freeing himself to deal with those disgraceful figures.
Therefore, Fang Cheng plans to act according to the original script, maintaining the apparent peace of the Golden City Resort.
If it’s just overthinking and a false alarm, naturally everyone will be overjoyed.
But if any enemies dare to show themselves, then he will retaliate, offering those who think they are well-hidden a big gift.
Hunters can often also appear in the jungle in the guise of prey.
Having sorted out all his thoughts, Fang Cheng’s mind gradually calmed down.
At this point, he no longer had the desire to continue exercising.
Since the crisis could arrive anytime, the primary task now is to conserve energy, adjust to the best possible state to meet the fight.
Fang Cheng walked to the center of the living room and sat down cross-legged.
Sunlight penetrated the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting large bright trapezoidal sections on the floor.
The room was very quiet, with only the gentle airflow sound from the central air conditioning vent.
Fang Cheng placed his hands flat on his knees, kept his waist and back straight, and slowly closed his eyes.
With rhythm, his breathing also became steady and long.
His mind gradually quieted, and his thoughts completely cleared.
Yet his consciousness seemed to detach from the body’s bindings, like an invisible ripple, spreading out in all directions along the room floor.
This is an extremely mystical realm.
Since crossing the Heavenly Human Limit and ascending his Visualization Skill to King-level, his spiritual power has made a qualitative leap.
Not only have his senses become more acute, but his perception of the surroundings has long transcended mere vision and hearing.
At this moment, his spirit transformed into tangible tentacles, smoothly penetrating wall obstructions, constantly extending outward.
The soft sound of the TV in the guest room downstairs, the noise of the cleaning trolley wheels rolling over the carpet in the corridor,
the ripples when the wind blew across the artificial lake, and even the rhythmic music from the distant auxiliary building rehearsal hall, all interwove into a stereoscopic picture in his mind.
His consciousness continued to climb upward, skimming over the deep blue glass curtain wall of the resort.
Fang Cheng felt that he was not sitting inside the hotel room at that moment but floating in the high sky, conversing with the entire West Mountain.
He could perceive the sway of treetops in the wind, the tremor as birds passed overhead, and the soil’s abundant vitality.
Everything was operating systematically, naturally harmonious.
Just as his consciousness was drifting into the forest of West Mountain with the mountain wind, Fang Cheng’s mind suddenly paused slightly.
He touched a strand of air extremely abrupt.
Like a smooth and tidy picture, picked open by the tip of a knife to create a subtle tear.
That air was cold and obscure, carrying a sense of extinction, wandering deep in the mountain forest, intermittently yet truly existing.
What is this?
A hint of doubt was born in Fang Cheng’s heart.
Is it the air leaked before a spatial crack forms? Or a sign before some major array is activated?
He wanted to further investigate the source of that air.
The phone in his sweatpants pocket suddenly vibrated.
Ring—
The crisp ringtone instantly interrupted this mysterious state of perception.
Fang Cheng opened his eyes, a sharp light flashed in the depths of his pupils.
The consciousness extending outward retreated like the tide.
The surrounding sound of howling wind and the stretching forest quickly peeled away, returning to the quiet hotel room.
He exhaled a turbid breath and reached out to take the phone out of his pocket.
Ah Le’s name was flashing on the screen.
Pressing the answer button, he brought it to his ear.
"Mr. Fang, I apologize for disturbing your rest."
Ah Le’s voice came through the earpiece, cautious.
"What’s the matter?" Fang Cheng’s tone was calm.
"Like this, I just followed your instructions to lead people to check inside and outside the resort."
Ah Le paused, then respectfully reported:
"Everything was fairly normal initially, but when inspecting the east side of the main building’s electric room, we found something unusual."
Fang Cheng’s eyes slightly brightened:
"Tell me the specifics."
"There was a signal bridge the size of a thumb stuck in the gap below the main cable."
Ah Le swallowed, then continued:
"Its location is very hidden, and if my brothers hadn’t swept the vicinity with detectors, it would have been impossible to find."
"Additionally, we felt micro probes behind some ventilation duct baffles."
Hearing this, Fang Cheng immediately asked:
"Have you checked the surveillance footage? Can you see who placed them?"
