Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups

Fang Cheng walked out of the darkness and came to the window.

The raindrops pounded densely against the glass, blurring the scene outside, but unable to block his sharp gaze.

Inside and outside the courtyard walls, gunshots, shouts, and sirens wove together into a chaotic symphony.

Everything proceeded like a pre-rehearsed script, methodically advancing.

Fang Cheng's gaze roved, satisfied as he watched this drama he had orchestrated unfold.

This performance not only lured the Noah Organization into the trap but also successfully probed Cheng Jiashu's trump card.

More importantly, it paved the way for his upcoming actions.

At this thought, Fang Cheng released his fingers, glancing at the miniature voice changer in his palm.

This inconspicuous little gadget was crafted by Bai Ling, the master of disguise in the Professor's team.

After learning from his uncle that Bai Ling had returned to East Capital, through introductions, Fang Cheng visited her this afternoon.

With Bai Ling's masterful disguise technique, he successfully transformed himself to resemble the photo on Zhou Liang's badge, becoming that Special Search Team officer.

After confronting the Special Search Team back then, Fang Cheng deliberately kept this badge in reserve, to conceal his identity and facilitate future operations.

Tonight, this small pawn finally played its role, successfully deceiving the highly alert Cheng Jiashu.

This Smiling Demon, feared by many, likely did not realize until now.

The "Zhou Liang" he sparred with for so long was actually a "friend" he had once spooked, conversed with several times in a chat room.

As thoughts surged, Fang Cheng's mind suddenly stirred.

It was as if an invisible thread was guiding his consciousness, capturing a familiar fluctuation amid the noisy rainy night.

His mind immediately rippled like water.

That was the phenomenon of Spiritual Resonance, as Xu Hao repeatedly called his name.

Fang Cheng shifted his thoughts nimbly, instinctively focusing his Spirit, sinking into the Memory Palace.

Instantly, his consciousness pierced through layers of rain, quickly establishing a Spiritual Link with Xu Hao.

In his vision, the chaotic streets from Xu Hao's side and a van speeding through the rain appeared simultaneously.

"Boss, where are you?"

"I see many police surrounding us, Ma Biao and I received orders from above and have already started retreating."

Xu Hao's anxious voice transmitted through the Spiritual Link.

"I'm at home."

Fang Cheng replied calmly, then asked:

"How's the task I assigned you going?"

Xu Hao immediately responded:

"Don't worry, Boss, I've already identified the identities and addresses of two level 7 cadres, but I can't completely determine their specific abilities yet."

"Roughly, one is skilled at commanding Hunting Dogs, tracking targets..."

Fang Cheng listened intently to Xu Hao's report, at the same time rapidly extracting key information from his memory.

Two slightly blurry but distinctive faces emerged in his mind.

"Very good."

Fang Cheng praised, then instructed finally:

"Take care of your safety, stay put in the bar during the second half of the night, don't go anywhere, and wait for my message."

In just half a minute, they completed the necessary intelligence exchange.

Fang Cheng withdrew his consciousness, inadvertently glancing at the end of the corridor not far away.

A familiar figure appeared there.

The young girl sitting in the wheelchair was calmly looking at him with her bright and clear eyes.

Her gaze held no trace of the fear or panic that ordinary people would exhibit in such a chaotic scene, instead carrying a calmness that belied her age.

Fang Cheng felt a slight surprise in his heart, but did not probe further.

At this moment, faint footsteps echoed in the corridor.

Several staff members of the orphanage and a few braver children carefully peeked out from their rooms to check the situation outside.

Fang Cheng immediately composed himself, readjusting his expression to restore the seriousness and authority befitting a Special Search Team officer.

He cleared his throat and said in a steady voice to everyone:

"Everyone, a criminal organization attempted to plan a terrorist attack against innocent civilians here."

"After receiving related information, the police have completely locked down and surrounded this area."

"Currently, most criminals have been successfully captured or repelled, and the situation is under control."

"Please remain quietly in secure rooms, lock the doors and windows, don't make any noise, and don't wander around."

"The situation outside will be resolved thoroughly soon."

"Yes, yes, thank you, Officer, we understand!"

An elderly staff member nodded quickly in response, relief washing over her face.

She turned to comfort the frightened children softly, maintaining order.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng nodded slightly.

After finishing his instructions, he quickly turned and left Chenxi Home, soon blending into the rain outside.

The intelligence from Xu Hao indicated the "prey" outside the orphanage had already entirely retreated.

But tonight, Fang Cheng's hunt had just officially begun!

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The night deepened, and the torrential rain continued.

As all chaos gradually subsided, the Special Search Team started their clearing operation.

The streets of Guilan District were shrouded in a tense atmosphere of heavy vigilance.

Apart from the occasionally passing police cars, there were barely any other vehicles or pedestrians visible.

In several blocks within a few kilometers of the Chenxi Home Orphanage, conspicuous yellow warning tapes had been set up.

Numerous police officers, wearing dark uniform raincoats, were braving the rain to set up temporary checkpoints at various intersections, checking passing vehicles, maintaining order at the scene, and assisting in cleaning up traces left after the skirmish.