Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups

The pitch-black rain-soaked night engulfed the entire city in a state of chaos.

Raindrops the size of beans pounded the streets, splashing countless tiny water blossoms.

The distant neon lights became blurred and enigmatic through the rain curtain.

Situated in the suburbs, Chenxi Home seemed completely asleep at this moment.

However, beneath this seemingly tranquil facade, dark tides surged with danger lurking everywhere.

In a small inn located at a secluded street corner.

The light from a second-floor room was one of the few bright spots in this darkness.

Smoke swirled in spirals.

Luo Lie stood by the window, staring at the torrential night sky, with a stony expression.

The cigarette between his fingers had burned to the end, the flickering ember reflecting in his sinister eyes.

The ashtray behind him was piled high with twisted and deformed cigarette butts.

Clearly, the wait had eroded most of his patience.

Station Chief Feng and Zhuo Feng stood flanking him like two statues, attending at his sides.

The room was so silent that there wasn't a single sound, only the relentless roar of the storm outside.

After a long while, Luo Lie finally turned slowly, his voice breaking the silence:

"No movement yet?"

Hearing this, Station Chief Feng's heart tensed; he quickly nodded and bowed as he replied:

"Minister, the wind and rain outside are indeed too fierce, visibility is extremely low."

"I think... perhaps the target intends to stay overnight at the orphanage due to the harsh weather."

His tone carried a hint of guesswork and flattery.

Zhuo Feng appeared more composed and professional, slightly bending forward to respectfully add:

"According to reports from observers recalled from Chenxi Home earlier, Cheng Jiashu is still in the orphanage's lobby."

"It seems he might be waiting for someone or observing the situation outside."

Upon hearing this, Luo Lie raised an eyebrow and questioned:

"Oh, could it be that the operation details have been leaked?"

The icy voice immediately made the temperature in the room appear to drop a few degrees lower.

"I believe such a possibility is minimal."

Zhuo Feng immediately shook his head, his tone firm:

"All participants in the operation meeting are the organization's core elites; both their bodies and minds have been tested, and their loyalty is beyond doubt."

"The specific action plan was only issued formally this evening, and the range of those informed was strictly controlled."

He paused, organizing his words, and continued to analyze:

"Cheng Jiashu has extremely strong perception ability and previously discovered our intelligence personnel's tracking."

"Now, he must have heightened vigilance, sensing some anomalies outside, so he chose to stay temporarily in the orphanage, waiting to act."

Zhuo Feng slightly lifted his eyes to meet Luo Lie's scrutinizing gaze and added a critical judgment.

"Furthermore, even if he senses people outside targeting him, he absolutely cannot know that we've deployed nearly two hundred elite forces here, creating multiple layers of encirclement."

"Even less so can he know that with an expert like Minister Luo here, the entire situation is under control, ready to handle any changes."

After speaking, he didn't forget to subtly flatter Luo Lie.

Station Chief Feng seized the opportunity to continue the conversation, his face full of smiles:

"Minister, rest assured, we've set up an inescapable net; even if Cheng Jiashu had three heads and six arms, he couldn't escape alive, unless he really grows wings to fly away!"

"The only consideration left is whether, if the target indeed chooses to stay overnight at the orphanage, our original plan needs adjustment or... a delay?"

Luo Lie paced slowly in the room, every step like a note strumming the chords of their hearts.

After a moment of contemplation, he stopped, a glint of decisive coldness flashing in his eyes.

"Send some people in, and get the target out for me."

The succinct order carried an undeniable weight.

Upon hearing it, Station Chief Feng and Zhuo Feng both felt a chill in their hearts.

They both knew that the people sent in were destined to be sacrificed from the moment they stepped into the orphanage.

Station Chief Feng's eyes rolled, immediately showing a look of sudden realization, exclaiming in high praise:

"Minister, this is an excellent plan!"

"Since the target thinks someone outside wants to ambush him, we might as well send people in and confirm his suspicion."

"This way, he might put other doubts out of his mind, letting his guard down completely."

Zhuo Feng, without any more unnecessary words, promptly bowed to accept the command:

"Yes, Minister, I'll arrange it immediately."

With that, he turned and quickly walked to the side, picked up the walkie-talkie, and issued the command.

Then, the room plunged into unsettling silence once again.

Time passed by the minute and second.

The rain outside showed no sign of weakening.

The anticipated scene of Cheng Jiashu being drawn out of the orphanage did not occur.

The elite members sent in, like stones sinking into the sea, had no news at all.

The expressions on Station Chief Feng and Zhuo Feng's faces gradually became grave.

"What's going on?"

This time, Luo Lie's voice carried a suppressed anger.

"Has the target not come out yet?"

Beads of sweat appeared on Station Chief Feng's forehead; cautiously, he replied:

"Logically... there should have been some movement by now... Should we wait a bit longer, in case there's been some kind of accident?"

However, the continued wait yielded only dead silence.

The atmosphere in the room grew increasingly oppressive.

All three of their faces turned extraordinarily grim.

A lack of news usually indicated one possibility—the assassins sent in had met with misfortune.

And after taking care of the infiltrators, the opponent still chose not to come out.