Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups

After saying goodbye to Zhang Hui and his assistant, he didn't take the VIP passage usually used by celebrities, but went quietly through the staff passage.

Along the way, he occasionally nodded to the TV station staff he encountered, and then descended to the underground parking lot where the lights were slightly dim.

Finding his black Porsche, Cheng Jiashu did not immediately get into the car.

First, he took out a metal device the size of a matchbox from his pocket and carefully scanned around the inside and under the car.

The indicator light on the device stayed green the entire time, without any alarms going off.

After confirming there were no eavesdropping devices or tracking equipment, he opened the car door, sat inside, and started the car.

The engine let out a low growl as the vehicle slowly drove out of the underground parking lot and merged into the bustling nighttime traffic.

East City's night scenery was as prosperous and elusive as ever.

Fine rain started to drizzle at some unknown time, pattering against the windshield.

Swept away repeatedly by the wipers, it left streaks of water, turning the neon lights outside into a blurred image, like an impressionist painting.

Cheng Jiashu held the steering wheel with one hand, gently rubbing his temple with the other.

Over the past month, he had a persistent feeling that inexplicable abnormalities were happening around him.

The sensation of being secretly watched was ever-present, whether at work or in private.

The adversary's tactics were extremely sophisticated and professional. He used his own abilities to conduct a reverse investigation but couldn't find the slightest clue.

If not for the moment two weeks ago when he finally spotted a stalker disguised as an ordinary visitor at the orphanage he regularly supported in the suburbs,

he might not have noticed the enemy's presence until disaster struck.

Cheng Jiashu took the stalker to a secret base by the sea, trying to pry open his mouth.

However, the man's will was incredibly strong; no amount of torture would make him reveal his background or purpose.

In the end, in a moment of Cheng Jiashu's slight distraction, the man bit into a tiny poison pill hidden in his tooth and committed suicide.

The trail ended there.

After this incident, Cheng Jiashu became extremely vigilant.

He vaguely speculated that he was being targeted by a certain organizational force.

Based on their methods, he first ruled out any official organization like the Special Search Team.

Furthermore, it didn't seem like a group from out of town either; most likely, it was a large organization deeply rooted in East Capital.

After losing two members, they became even more elusive and seemed to vanish.

They might have temporarily lifted their surveillance of him, or were secretly amassing strength, waiting for the next more deadly move.

To avoid exposing his secrets, Cheng Jiashu even had to temporarily halt his periodic "hunting" activities recently.

This also caused the killing desire within him to become somewhat hard to suppress, like a volcano about to erupt, leaving him frequently irritable and prone to anger.

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Amid his chaotic thoughts, Cheng Jiashu became slightly distracted, and a group of staggering young people suddenly emerged at the intersection ahead.

He slammed on the brakes, and the tires screeched loudly on the wet road.

The front of the car came to a stop just shy of two meters in front of the group.

The youths looked like typical street thugs, with brightly dyed hair, loose clothing, and faint tattoos on their arms.

Startled by the sudden stop, they quickly recovered and, fueled by alcohol, surrounded and slapped the hood of Cheng Jiashu's car, swearing profanely.

"Fuck! How can you drive like that? Trying to kill someone?"

"Think you're hot shit just because you drive a nice car? Your eyes on your ass?"

"Get out! Get out of the car! Don't think about leaving today without an explanation!"

Cheng Jiashu frowned, forcing down his swirling irritation and murderous intent.

He didn't want to cause any trouble here and blow his cover.

So he lowered the window and tried to speak in a calm tone:

"Sorry, everyone, I spaced out and didn't notice you. Do you need compensation?"

"Compensation? Easy for you to say! My brothers and I got a shock; what about the mental damage fee?"

A blond punk said in a drawling manner, with a tone full of extortion.

He then approached the window, reaching to grab Cheng Jiashu's collar.

Cheng Jiashu's eyes turned cold. He slightly shifted his body, nimbly avoiding the opponent's hand, while simultaneously twisting the blond's wrist, making him cry out in pain.

"Brother Ying!"

At this moment, another relatively burly thug hurriedly stepped forward to mediate.

"Dongzi, let me go. Today, I've got to teach this pretty boy a lesson!"

Seeing this, the other thugs also gathered around, crowding the window and shouting chaotically.

In the midst of the push and pull, however, the blond thug executed a very subtle movement, quickly slipping something into Cheng Jiashu's hand.

As soon as Cheng Jiashu's fingers touched the object, he was slightly taken aback.

With a glance, he saw a folded paper note.

He instinctively looked at the blond thug.

The blond's gaze was free from the previous frivolousness and greed; instead, it carried a hint of solemnity.

Cheng Jiashu's heart stirred, and he discreetly clenched the note in his palm.

He glanced at the onlookers gathering and pointing around them, then took out a few of the largest denomination bills from his wallet and handed them over:

"Is this enough? Consider it my treat for you brothers to have some drinks to calm down."

The thugs saw this and immediately grinned broadly, snatching the money and cursing as they made way.

Cheng Jiashu raised the car window and restarted the engine, slowly driving away amid the chaotic blaring of horns.

In the traffic jam behind, a man inside an ordinary black sedan picked up a radio and spoke quietly:

"Eagle calling command center, the target just had a minor traffic incident on East Mountain Road and had an altercation with a group of street punks. Initially judged as an accidental event, the punks are not suspicious, over."

A few seconds later, a calm voice came from the other end of the radio:

"Copy that, maintain surveillance distance, do not alert the target. Before the Saturday operation, there must be no accidents, over."

"Understood, over."

The man put down the radio, gazed in the direction where Cheng Jiashu's vehicle disappeared, started the car and followed at a steady pace.

As he passed the group of thugs, they were still standing by the street, eagerly counting the money they just got.

"Damn, if I'd known the driver of the Porsche was so rich, we should've asked for more! That guy looked like a pushover!"

The previously aggressive blond stayed out of the squabble over the money, standing aside with a somewhat distant look in his eyes.

At that moment, a very clear voice rang in his mind:

"Well done, Yingjun."

The blond shuddered slightly, a glow of being flattered flashed in his eyes, then quickly masked it.

A thug next to him nudged him with an elbow: "What's up, Brother Ying, what are you thinking about? Were you thinking about that chick earlier?"

The blond snapped back to reality, replied nonchalantly: "That guy just now, I think he looked familiar, like... like he's a celebrity?"

"A celebrity?"

The other thugs were stunned upon hearing this, then suddenly realized.

"Fuck! No wonder he was so nice, should've extorted more!"

The blond smiled, exchanged a knowing glance with the burly man called "Dongzi," with an air of mutual understanding.

Everyone started chattering about where to go next for fun.

Meanwhile, at the top of a nearby skyscraper.

A figure stood quietly, feet perched on the edge of the Roof Terrace.

Letting the cool, moist night wind blow his clothing, causing a flapping sound, the figure stood as if rooted, without movement.

He slowly opened his eyes, overlooking the dazzling city night view below, like a galaxy of stars.

Traffic flowed endlessly, neon flickering.

Fang Cheng's lips curled into a faint smile.

His consciousness had just stealthily withdrawn from the thug who handed Cheng Jiashu the note.

The blond thug was played by Chen Yingjun, the most trusted subordinate of Ma Donghe.

This mission was conveyed to him by Fang Cheng through Ma Donghe.

Moreover, they had established a preliminary Spiritual Link to ensure precise instruction transmission.

As for the group of thugs, most were ignorant street loafers Chen Yingjun had specifically gathered from other gangs to make this "accident" look more genuine and flawless without leaving any loopholes.