325: Chapter 325 Two-Finger Handstand Push-up, Battle Plan

Inside the lounge.

The two lowered their voices on purpose, stealthily discussing how to continue fooling the Special Investigation Team with their rhetoric.

Fang Cheng suddenly remembered something and specifically instructed Xu Hao:

"Also, if they ask about your relationship with Cheng Jiashu, you must firmly deny knowing him."

"If you are pressed hard, just say that you merely felt a vague sense of familiarity about him, but you can't remember who specifically."

Although Xu Hao was still a bit dazed in his head and didn't quite understand the profound meaning of Fang Cheng's operation,

he still nodded vigorously, firmly remembering every single word of Fang Cheng in his heart.

"I understand, Brother Cheng!"

After saying this, Fang Cheng said no more and instructed:

"Alright, go help me prepare some food."

Xu Hao immediately agreed cheerfully, patting his chest and saying:

"Brother Cheng, rest assured, just say whatever you want to eat, this meal is on me!"

Fang Cheng pondered slightly, then ordered:

"Hmm... Then let's start with twenty beef buns, twenty egg-filled pancakes, and five 1-liter bottles of pure milk."

"That's all for now, just to tide me over a bit."

"Pfft—"

Xu Hao almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, his mouth wide open, almost big enough to fit a casserole.

Twenty buns? Twenty egg pancakes? And five liters of milk?

This is called "just a little"? This is called "tiding over a bit"?

Looking at Fang Cheng's lean yet not overly bulky physique, he thought to himself that you aren't even that fat.

He really couldn't imagine how on earth so much food could be stuffed into a stomach.

Could it be that your stomach comes with its own compression function?

Despite his inner complaints, he still hurriedly nodded and bowed in agreement, then scampered downstairs in a flash to arrange it.

After watching Xu Hao leave, the lounge returned to silence.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, twisted his neck, walked to the window again, and continued his unfinished morning exercise.

This time, he switched to hooking the anti-theft window grid with his right middle finger, starting a new set of Pull-ups.

His movements were still standard and rhythmic, muscles exerting force in coordination like chains, like a tireless precision machine.

The scenes of last night's operation were also quickly replaying in his mind.

After eliminating Captain Chen Rui and another Grade 7 cadre, Fang Cheng drove to his next target.

Relying on the siren to clear the way and showing his Special Investigation Team officer credentials, he successfully avoided multiple police roadblocks along the way and smoothly arrived in Wenchuan District.

What happened next was even more crisp and neat.

Taking advantage of the rainy night's cover, Fang Cheng raided a stronghold hidden nearby by the Noah Organization, successfully hunting down another Grade 7 cadre and incidentally cleaning up quite a few small fries of the Noah Organization.

Having killed so many people, his whole body was tainted with a heavy smell of blood, making it really inconvenient to go straight home, lest it cause unnecessary worry and panic for his mother.

Therefore, he thought of Xu Hao's "Midnight Forest" bar, came straight over to borrow the VIP lounge on the second floor, took a satisfying shower, and then took a short nap for a few hours.

As for the excuse given to his mother, it was also very simple.

Just say that a good colleague broke up with their partner, cried to death, and got drunk.

He needed to stay behind to take care of them all night, lest the friend do something rash and have an accident.

Such a human-touch reason was usually not doubted by his mother.

As for the police car "requisitioned" from the patrol officers, after carefully cleaning away any fingerprints and traces that might have been left behind, he parked it casually on a secluded roadside.

He believed that before long, the police would be able to find it back themselves based on the vehicle's built-in positioning System.

Completing 100 single-finger Pull-ups with his right hand, Fang Cheng looked calm and switched to hooking the window grid with his left middle finger.

Continuing to exercise the muscles on the other side of his body, his thoughts were not interrupted either, still silently calculating.

Last night's hunting plan was executed quite smoothly overall, basically meeting expectations.

At the crime scene of the slaughterhouse, he deliberately left behind some iconic traces of the Smiling Demon.

These clues should be enough to stir up a new wave of turmoil within the Noah Organization, making them even more firmly believe in their previous judgment.

They would completely substantiate the conjecture that the real culprit was Cheng Jiashu, and go all the way down this wrong direction to the end.

As for the Special Investigation Team, after passing information about the White Owl through Xu Hao and learning who the true target of the Noah Organization was,

they would also realize that this dangerous element they once pursued was, on certain levels, a friend rather than an enemy, and would no longer hold on tightly.

As a result, whether it was the Noah Organization or the Special Investigation Team, both would shift their suspicious gazes away from him, this "nobody".

Instead, they would Focus on Cheng Jiashu, that "murderer" with a more vivid image and more conclusive evidentiary direction.

It could be described as killing two birds with one stone.

Fang Cheng himself could successfully extricate himself from the center of this gradually escalating vortex.

Next, either hiding in the dark, watching the dragonfight between them leisurely with the posture of a bystander,

or hunting targets in the name of the White Owl in subsequent actions, it would become even more convenient and covert.

As for Cheng Jiashu...

Let him quietly be a handsome man, and by the way, take the blame for being a "murderer".

However, having said that.

This guy was originally a genuine serial perverted killer...

Thinking of this, the corners of Fang Cheng's mouth unconsciously raised a slight arc.

This hat, worn on his head, could be considered well-deserved.

If Cheng Jiashu was smart enough, perhaps he could also utilize the misunderstanding brought by the identity information gap of the Special Investigation Team, defaulting himself to being the "White Owl" who was at odds with the Noah Organization.

Thereby gaining a certain degree of support from the Special Investigation Team to join hands and deal with the Noah Organization together.

That would also be an unexpected pleasant surprise.

Of course, completely destroying the Dongdu Branch of the Noah Organization and uprooting them was not Fang Cheng's current stage target.

Because he was very clear that the Noah Organization was a behemoth whose influence spanned the entire world.

Its foundation was so profound that it was far from being shaken by the destruction of one or two branches.

Even if he could wipe out all the cadres of the Dongdu Branch.

For a behemoth like Noah, it was nothing more than a superficial wound, completely unable to hurt the bones and tendons.

For such an important international metropolis like Dongdu, the Noah Organization would definitely never give it up easily.

The old people being cleared out also meant that new people would quickly fill the vacancies again.

And among these newly arrived personnel, there must be stronger roles.

They would come with the task of thoroughly investigating the truth and resolving the enemy, deploying more forces in Dongdu.

That way, it would instead bring greater trouble and potential risks to himself.

Therefore, the wisest approach was to try to weaken the existing forces of the Noah Dongdu Branch as much as possible, create some chaos inside them from time to time, muddy this already unclear water, and thoroughly muddy it.

Letting them be too busy to take care of themselves and Running around exhausted was the choice that best suited his current interests.

Pondering for a little while, he quickly went through the whole plan in his heart.

Fang Cheng then temporarily cast these trivial matters to the back of his mind, focusing his attention completely on the exercise before him.

The arm muscles exerted force stably, maintaining the inherent rhythm, pulling up and lowering the suspended body time and time again.

When reaching the 600th single-finger Pull-up, a sharp light flashed in Fang Cheng's eyes.

Goal achieved!

His feet then landed lightly on the ground, raising his hand to move his finger joints and wrists that had endured tremendous pressure.

The joints made a slight " Kaka" crisp sound.

However, it was not yet time to end the rest.

After slightly adjusting his breathing, Fang Cheng continued the remaining unfinished training content.

Bending down, he spread his hands apart, pressing his thumbs respectively on the clean floor, with the other fingers curled.

Taking a deep breath, his waist suddenly exerted force, and his legs lifted upwards accordingly.

The whole body instantly tightened straight, like a rigid bow ready to be fired, steadily doing a handstand.

Then, his waist and abdominal core tightened, his arms bent, his elbows sank, and his body began to descend slowly.

During this process, the weight of the whole body condensed on the fulcrum formed by the two thumbs.

And these two thumbs, just like steel nails stuck into the floor, firmly supported and controlled the huge body so that it wouldn't topple over.

Fang Cheng's legs suspended upside down in the air shook slightly.

Even with his current body control, he had to try his best to maintain this high-difficulty balance beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Just at the moment when his forehead was about to touch the ground, a powerful force erupted from his shoulders and arms.

He abruptly pushed his body up forcefully, restoring to the starting handstand posture.

Practicing Handstand Push-ups with two fingers required not only extremely strong explosiveness, but also a nearly Heaven-Defying sense of balance and coordination.

Fang Cheng's gaze at this moment appeared exceptionally focused and resolute.

The muscles of his arms, shoulders, and back settled steadily and deeply as he descended, yet when pushing up, they were as fierce and swift as the release of a spring compressed to its limit.

He repeated this action in a superhuman posture, like a tireless machine.

The morning breeze coming through the window brushed across his sweat-soaked skin, bringing a trace of refreshing coolness.

The room was silent, with only the steady sound of breathing and the subtle sounds made when the joints moved.

Drip-drop!

Sweat slid down from Fang Cheng's temple, dripping onto the ground and splashing a tiny water flower.

At the same time, a message indicating an increase in skill experience also appeared before his eyes.

Thump thump.

Knocking on the door suddenly sounded.

"Boss, the food is here."

The door was pushed open a crack, and Xu Hao poked his head in, holding several plastic bags printed with the breakfast shop's logo.

The next second, his movements and expression froze instantly.

He opened his mouth wide, staring blankly at Fang Cheng doing a handstand supported by two thumbs on the ground, his body rising and falling rhythmically with the movement.

Those bulging, undulating, well-defined bodybuilding muscles displayed an incomparable sense of power under the morning light.

What made his scalp tingle even more was that Fang Cheng, while maintaining this posture, turned his head and looked at him with an extremely calm gaze.

"Just put it on the table."

Fang Cheng's voice came from below, his breath steady, without a hint of strain audible.

"Oh... Okay, alright."

Xu Hao's Adam's apple rolled once, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

He hurriedly picked up the plastic bag full of breakfast and placed it carefully on the table, as if afraid of disturbing something.

He almost backed out of the room, and then gently, gently closed the door again.

Leaning against the wall outside the door, Xu Hao let out a long breath, his heart still beating wildly in his chest.

Monster!

These two words were the only adjectives he could think of at this moment.

If seeing Fang Cheng practice hundreds of Pull-ups with a single finger earlier was still within his imagination range and acceptable,

seeing this scene that could be called superhuman just now simply refreshed his worldview.

Even in the Noah Organization where eccentric people and strange talents abounded, being able to possess this kind of perverted physical fitness was extremely rare.

Anyway, he had never seen it at all.

However, after the shock, a sense of shared honor and excitement spontaneously arose in Xu Hao's heart.

After all, who wouldn't want to follow a boss who was strong enough?

Inside the room, Fang Cheng was not affected at all and continued to persist with his own training.

Until using two fingers, he completed the predetermined goal of 300 Handstand Push-ups.

With a "tap" sound.

Fang Cheng bent over to land his feet, stood straight up again, and stood firmly with both legs.

He let out a long breath of foul air carrying a slight sultry heat.

At this moment, fine sweat beads had already seeped out on his forehead, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

The sweat on the side of his neck and spine even dripped down, meandering along the muscle lines.

His body muscles, especially the finger parts, felt as if they had been repeatedly crushed, extremely sore and swollen.

But a tougher, more condensed sense of power barbarously grew from the depths of exhaustion.

Today's exercise was enough.

Fang Cheng flicked his hands, his thoughts moving slightly.

A light blue light screen that only he could see suddenly appeared before his eyes.

[ Handstand Push-up Experience + 19 ]

[ Handstand Push-up lv2 (371 / 500) ]

[ Pull-up Experience + 15 ]

[ Pull-up lv2 (424 / 500) ]

[ Back Bridge Experience + 4 ]

[ Back Bridge lv2 (312 / 500) ]

[ Squat Experience + 3 ]

[ Squat lv3 (167 / 1000) ]

Fang Cheng let out an easy breath and nodded with satisfaction.

The total skill experience gained from this informal morning exercise was actually a bit more than expected.

After all, being in someone else's place made it inconvenient to conduct comprehensive high-intensity training, nor were there suitable professional training equipment.

Being able to muddle through a few sets of exercise like this and achieve this level of effect was already considered very good.

Especially the two skills "Pull-up" and "Handstand Push-up".

Relying solely on a single finger for focused training, the performance improvement was particularly significant.

Of course, this method was also quite hard on the fingers.

If it weren't for the blessing of the "Iron Fist" special effect protecting the finger bones and joints, it would be hard for a normal person to persist for a long time.

However, this kind of exercise method was indeed quite effective for strengthening finger strength.

Fang Cheng thought that in the future he might consider unlocking skills like "Eagle Claw Kung Fu" or similar.

Speaking of which.

Fitness-type skills, he had now mastered eight items: Push-up, Squat, Leg Raise, Pull-up, Back Bridge, Handstand Push-up, Running, and Qigong.

Combat-type skills, so far he had mastered five types: Boxing, Sanda, Jiu-Jitsu, Muay Thai, and Tai Chi.

Indeed, it had been a long time since he unlocked new skills.

On one hand, because there was an upper limit to the unlocking of panel skill slots, his time and energy were also limited.

He needed to consider comprehensively and leave a few skill slots for unexpected needs.

On the other hand, there were only those few training departments in the club, and there were no new combat techniques worth his time to learn.

As for Karate, its core techniques had long been disassembled, crushed, and fused into skills like Boxing, Sanda, and Jiu-Jitsu.

The only relatively special ones were perhaps the two techniques "Knife-hand" and "Spear-hand".

Their force application methods and striking effects indeed had some unique features.

Fang Cheng had already planned before that after the remaining few fitness and combat skills were upgraded successively, he could transfer a part of his main energy.

After all, after reaching the Grandmaster rank, the increase in skill experience would become very slow.

Mainly relying on daily practice, accumulation over time, and slow refinement, he couldn't rush it even if he wanted to.

Seeking a Breakthrough in a short time like before was unrealistic.

By then, his skill level would reach the Bottleneck period.

He could free up his hands to try stepping into new Domains, unlock new skills, and further enrich his own offensive means and survival capabilities.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's gaze cast toward the panel once again.

The two skills "Handstand Push-up" and "Pull-up" were also very close to breaking through and upgrading.

Fang Cheng's eyes were full of anticipation.

"When I successfully break through these two core skills to lv3 and reach the Grandmaster rank,"

"my physical fitness will inevitably rise to an even more terrifying level."

"Perhaps I can break through the 60-point barrier, transcend the limit once again, and enter a brand-new Realm?"

Thinking while doing relaxation exercises, Fang Cheng paced to the window and cast his gaze into the distance.

The heavy rain that had fallen all night had stopped.

The dark clouds in the sky were still thick, but the edges of the clouds had been torn open, scattering a few wisps of sunlight.

The outline of the city appeared a bit blurry in the misty water vapor, and the vehicles and pedestrians on the street gradually increased, converging into a ceaseless traffic flow and crowd.

Looking at the scene of the clearing after the rain, Fang Cheng's emotions seemed to churn along with it, and a kind of confidence to fear no strong enemy's challenge filled his chest.

(Chapter End)