Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups

Fang Cheng stood at the top of the Skyscraper, his gaze piercing through the deep night, watching the black Porsche gradually fade away.

The first step of the plan had been successfully completed.

The note carrying crucial information had already been sent to Cheng Jiashu's hands through what seemed like a coincidental accident.

Next, it was up to this idol singer with dual faces and a Murderer to see how he would react upon learning he was about to become "prey".

Fang Cheng's purpose was not to bring Cheng Jiashu to death's door, nor was it to completely clear his name and free him from predicament.

Rather, it was to stir the already murky waters into even greater chaos.

Only when the surroundings become more chaotic does he have the chance to capitalize on the chaos and leverage the situation.

Cheng Jiashu's reaction would directly impact Fang Cheng's subsequent plans.

The bait had been dropped; now, it was a matter of seeing how many fish would be drawn in.

Cheng Jiashu was adept at disguise, ruthless in action, and certainly not someone easy to deal with.

Faced with this sudden warning, how would he judge it, and what choice would he make?

Regarding this, Fang Cheng had a vague sense of anticipation.

On the other side, on the ever-flowing road.

Cheng Jiashu clutched the steering wheel tightly, the black Porsche silently moving through the night.

The light from the traffic signals ahead flickered on his somber face.

He occasionally checked the situation through the rearview mirror, and a harsh look, completely different from his usual refined demeanor, flashed in his eyes.

Although certain suspicious vehicles had disappeared after he deliberately circled around a few times and even stopped midway to shop.

Still, the tension in Cheng Jiashu's heart tightened even further.

This clean and efficient vanishing instead made him aware of something amiss.

The enemy hidden in the shadows had come well-prepared, with skilled methods, like a patient fisherman, and was certainly not ordinary.

The vehicle slowly entered the villa on Dao Valley Street in Jiangnan District, parking in the garage.

Cheng Jiashu did not immediately go upstairs but first carefully checked all the security systems and anti-surveillance devices inside and outside the villa.

From infrared sensors to high-definition cameras, to the more hidden special defenses he personally set up, every aspect was verified as correct, with no signs of intrusion or tampering.

Only then did he return to his specially modified bedroom on the third floor.

"Click," the door locked in response, and the heavy curtains were pulled tightly shut.

Having isolated all external noise and potential prying eyes, Cheng Jiashu's tense body finally relaxed.

He sat on the sofa and took out the slightly damp note soaked in hand sweat from his pocket.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly unfolded it.

The note contained only two lines printed by a machine, lacking any handwriting features:

"The murder secret has been leaked; Noah Organization plans to target the orphanage children tomorrow night, forcing you to appear."

"To know the details, you can go to the abandoned lighthouse on the west side of Qingshui Bay after the event, wait until midnight, I will meet you there."

Cheng Jiashu's pupils contracted suddenly, and the knuckles of his fingers holding the note slightly whitened due to the force.

A cold chill, like a venomous snake, crept up his spine, spreading instantly through his body.

The message sender...

Actually knew his secrets completely, even seeming clear about what happened at Chenxi Home.

Who exactly is he?

What is his purpose?

Furthermore!

The forces that have been secretly watching him for the past month, what is their relationship with this person?

If the enemy was solely targeting him, Cheng Jiashu could still maneuver with some leeway.

He might even consider temporarily avoiding the edge and looking for a chance to counterattack.

However, targeting the orphanage, targeting those innocent children...

He absolutely couldn't stand by idly!

Images of the children's pure and innocent smiles quickly flashed through Cheng Jiashu's mind.

Among them was a particularly delicate little girl's face.

Thinking that they might face disaster because of him.

Cheng Jiashu's heart felt as if it was being viciously squeezed by an invisible giant hand, suffocating him.

Perhaps these people knew that the director of Chenxi Home, the demon in charitable clothing, was dealt with by his own hands.

Because he severed their evil chain of selling children from the orphanage, they wanted to retaliate against him like this?

"Noah Organization..."

Cheng Jiashu softly repeated the name, ice-cold murderous intent shining in his eyes.

Is this organization the mysterious true controller hidden behind the Red Tiger Gang?

He suddenly stood up, pacing anxiously in the room.

The "tap-tap" sound of footsteps was particularly clear in the silent bedroom.

After a moment, Cheng Jiashu halted his steps, frowning as if making a difficult decision.

He took the phone out of his bag, hesitated for a moment, and pulled out a number buried deep in the corner of his contact list, almost forgotten.

The contact displayed on the phone screen was "Shen Mingrui."

A complex and uncertain emotion flashed across Cheng Jiashu's eyes.

Since the unexpected death of his parents, he hadn't had much contact with his mother's relatives.

Due to certain events back then, the two sides had a very unpleasant fallout.

Unless absolutely necessary, Cheng Jiashu didn't want to have any dealings with the people of the Shen Family anymore.

But now, for the safety of the orphanage children, he had to put aside his inner disgust and estrangement.

Cheng Jiashu took a deep breath, his finger hovering over the dial key for a few seconds, before finally pressing it.