Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1626: Chapter 781_2

“The East City Association left over two hundred elite brothers at the resort, all carrying shotguns and rifles, with some heavy equipment, ensuring ample firepower.”

“If a fight does break out, we can hold our ground for a while.”

“The upcoming battle is not something ordinary people can participate in.”

Fang Cheng looked at him, his tone softened:

“Keeping the shooting range secure and ensuring the safety of the people in the shelter is the biggest help you can provide me.”

Ah Le felt a chill in his heart, instantly understanding the weight of Fang Cheng’s words.

He did not hesitate for a second, stood at attention, and bowed:

“Yes! Take care, Mr. Fang, I’ll go arrange the evacuation right away.”

With that said, Ah Le turned and quickly left the room.

As the door clicked shut, the living room returned to silence.

Fatty Hu and Fei Ying simultaneously looked at Fang Cheng, their eyes filled with eager anticipation, though they said nothing.

Fang Cheng turned around, meeting their expectant gazes, and began to speak:

“You two follow me later, act on my command. If the Ideal Land really makes a move, it won’t just be one person, that’s when I’ll need you both.”

Fatty Hu grinned, clenched his large fists, and his knuckles cracked audibly:

“Alright! I’ve been holding back for so long, finally, I can fight freely!”

Fei Ying also chuckled:

“It’s not the first time we’re fighting alongside the Chairman. Tonight, it’s an honor to fight by his side again.”

Fang Cheng nodded slightly.

Suddenly, he seemed to sense something unusual, and his brow furrowed tightly.

Fang Cheng paused his footing and raised a hand to gesture for them to be quiet.

Fatty Hu’s laughter abruptly stopped.

Fei Ying also instantly retracted his smile, holding his breath.

Both of them closed their mouths simultaneously, watching the Chairman intently.

The entire suite was so quiet only the sound of their heartbeats could be heard.

Although Fatty Hu and Fei Ying were not Spiritual Ability Users, having experienced life-and-death battles, they sharply sensed that Fang Cheng’s qi field had changed instantly.

A fierce, intense killing intent emanated from Fang Cheng, sweeping through the room like a storm.

The air temperature seemed to rise suddenly to a burning point.

Their body hair stood on end, sweat began to bead on their foreheads, and even breathing became somewhat difficult.

Fatty Hu lowered his voice, tentatively asked:

“Chairman, what’s wrong?”

Fei Ying also looked at Fang Cheng, clutching a Dagger tightly in his hand.

Fang Cheng stood in place, faint flames flickering in his eyes:

“It seems they really are coming for me!”

He swiftly turned around and strode towards the coffee table in the center of the living room.

On the table lay a blue canvas bag he had brought.

Fang Cheng bent down, unzipping the bag, and retrieved an item from the bottom.

It was a fearsome-looking mask, entirely deep red like freshly spilled blood.

On the forehead were two curved horns, like those of an Evil Ghost from Hell.

The corners of the mouth stretched wide, fangs interwoven, exuding a faint sinister aura.

In the faint moonlight outside the window, it emitted a chilling, bloodthirsty aura.

At the sight of this mask, the relaxed expressions on Fatty Hu and Fei Ying’s faces vanished completely.

They instinctively stood straight, their eyes reflecting unparalleled solemnity and awe.

They knew all too well what this mask represented.

Because they had witnessed it many times before.

In past events that shook the East Capital, whenever this Ghost Face appeared, it heralded a scene of corpses and rivers of blood.

Fang Cheng raised both hands, fitting the mask onto his face.

Fine tendrils at the mask’s edges snugly adhered to his skin.

From the depths of the blood-colored Ghost Face’s openings, two blazing lights shot out.

Those crimson eyes exuded a suffocating sense of oppression in the darkness.

“Follow.”

A chilling voice came from behind the mask.

Fang Cheng spoke no more, striding towards the door.

Two figures followed silently, merging into the darkness outside the door.

………………

In Auxiliary Building No. 3, within the rehearsal hall.

The entire show scene had fallen into a brief silence.

Everyone was struck dumb, staring at the three uninvited guests at the door.

For a moment, they had not yet snapped out of the sudden change.

“Who are you? Where are the security guards? Where is security?”

The potbellied program director was the first to react, pointing at them and shouting.

“Security?”

Standing on the right side, Kun sneered and looked at him like he was a fool:

“Seeing you so full and round, you don’t seem to use your brain well. Haven’t figured out the situation yet?”

The director’s face flushed red, his voice sharpening:

“Stop pretending to mess with old me! Don’t you know this is East City Association territory?”

“Dare to act wild here, believe it or not, I’ll call someone to take you to the station right now…”

“Bang!”

A gunshot interrupted his roar.

Kun blew at the barrel, and a wisp of blue smoke rose from it.

The director’s obese body froze abruptly.

He looked down, incredulous at the blossoming blood on his thigh.

Then he let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered, falling heavily to the ground.

“Ah—there’s a murder!”

The hall instantly exploded like a beehive.

The contestants and staff around the stage backed up like startled birds and beasts.

Folding chairs and score stands were knocked down into a mess.

A few female contestants with poor psychological resilience fell to the ground in fright, crying with dejected faces.

Kun then raised the gun barrel again and fired two shots at the ceiling.

“Bang! Bang!”

The bullets shattered the chandelier on the ceiling.

Glass shards rained down, fearing everyone into immediate head-covering avoidance.

“Everybody squat down, hands over your heads!”

Kun shouted fiercely:

“Anyone dares whimper, next shot goes through their forehead!”

In an instant, screams were forcibly jammed back into throats.

The previously chaotic crowd dared not move, with many scrambling towards the corners.

Among the crowd, Zhou Xiumei bit her lip tightly, pulling her terrified roommate to squat behind the prop box.

Her face was equally pale, chest heaving violently, but relatively calm compared to her companion.

Because deep in her mind, a name instinctively flashed by—Fang Cheng.

As long as Brother Cheng is here, there’s no need to fear any danger.

Zhou Xiumei bowed her head, silently chanting Fang Cheng’s name, calming her nervous emotions.

Meanwhile, not far from her side, were two people squatting in ordinary staff vests.

They were Illuminati members Fang Cheng had sent in advance, Old Wolf and Xiao Bei.

Old Wolf wore a gray work uniform, squatting on the floor with his hands on his head.

Seemingly terrified, his eyes stealthily scanned the positions and firearm setups of the three by the door.

Xiao Bei slightly turned, protecting the prop box where Zhou Xiumei was within his defensive range.

Da, da.

Pei Tianci stepped forward, his leather shoes making clear tapping sounds on the floor.

He stopped in front of the steps, a cold glint flashing behind the gold-rimmed glasses, looking around:

“Good, it seems everyone is smart and knows how to cooperate.”

After speaking, he turned and walked straight to the professionally heavy cameras set up in the center.

Next to the cameras, several technicians shrank behind the tripod, trembling.

Pei Tianci stopped in front of them, lowered his head, his tone as mild as if casually greeting:

“Which one is the cameraman? Step forward.”

A man in a duckbill cap trembled all over, shakily raising his right arm:

“I… I’m the cameraman…”

“Turn on the equipment.”

Pei Tianci pointed to the lens, commanding:

“Switch the signal to East Capital TV’s news channel and synchronize it to the live broadcast online.”

The cameraman took a deep breath, explaining with a crying voice:

“Sir… The hall only has front-end shooting equipment, to switch channels, it must go through the outside’s HD broadcast truck, controlled at the main console in the truck. I… I can only connect the picture here…”

Kun strode forward, the dark muzzle directly pressed against the cameraman’s forehead:

“Stop talking crap, what’s the earpiece for? Quickly call your partner in the truck to work.”

“If it’s not on the news within ten minutes, I’ll blow your head off and switch to the next!”

The hot barrel pressed against his temple, the cameraman turned pale as earth, not daring to delay a second longer.

He tremblingly raised his hand, pressing the camera’s power button.

The red light above the lens lit up in response.

Immediately, he picked up the communication earpiece hanging on his chest, urgently yelling into the microphone:

“Old Zhou, Old Zhou, can you hear me, something big has happened!”

“Quickly switch the program video signal, push this machine’s signal to East Capital TV’s news channel, simultaneously start the live streaming online.”

“Hurry, do as I say, tell the chairman, don’t cut off the signal, there’s a major news event!”