366: Chapter 366 The President Who Uses Living People as Exercise Equipment

"Where is the fat sheep?"

Before the big man's voice faded, the other two robbers also rushed in one after another.

They also wore silk stockings over their heads to hide their true appearances.

One of them was as skinny as a hemp stalk, his hurried footsteps somewhat unsteady.

The other was of medium build, holding a pitch-black, gleaming pistol in his hand, appearing relatively steady.

Upon seeing the two visually impactful suitcases of cash on the table, the two of them were instantly stunned.

"Fuck, Boss, this trip was worth it!"

The dark-skinned big man roared in a muffled voice, his drool practically seeping out through the mesh of the stocking.

"We're getting rich, we're getting rich…"

The skinny robber's voice trembled, a pair of thief-like eyes peering through the stocking, staring fixedly at the two piles of cash.

"Black Ox, Mouse, what are you standing around for? You two grab the money first."

The robber with the gun seemed to be the leader of the three; he was the first to snap back to his senses and spoke in a deep voice.

Hearing this, the two robbers called "Black Ox" and "Mouse" immediately pounced on the table like hungry wolves, reaching out to grab the suitcases.

"What are you doing?!"

Xiaosa was furious, subconsciously reaching out to stop them.

"A-Ren."

Fang Cheng's calm voice rang out, signaling him with a calm gaze not to be impatient.

Xiaosa was taken aback, seeing the president's expression remain unchanged even if Mount Tai collapsed before him.

Although anger churned in his heart, he still unconditionally chose to obey.

He took a deep breath and slowly sat back down, though his gaze remained filled with grievance and anger as he glared at the robbers.

"Consider yourselves sensible!"

Seeing that the two didn't resist, Black Ox and Mouse sneered, quickly zipping up the suitcases.

Then, taking one each, they picked up the cash-filled boxes with slight difficulty.

The weight of so many banknotes piled together somewhat exceeded their expectations.

"So fucking heavy!"

The petite Mouse couldn't help complaining.

"Stupid like a donkey, can't you put it on the ground and drag it?!"

The robber boss standing at the door scolded irritably.

The two suddenly understood, hurriedly placing the boxes on the ground, grabbing the pull handles, and preparing to drag them away.

"Wait."

The robber boss suddenly spoke, his eyes beneath the stocking narrowing slightly.

His gaze shifted back and forth between Fang Cheng and Xiaosa, who looked like weaklings.

The gun in his hand still pointed at them, without the slightest relaxation.

"You two, how do you have so much money? Could it be that you're our peers, having just pulled a job somewhere?"

As soon as these words were said, the two who were dragging the boxes and preparing to slip away paused in unison, looking over with curiosity.

Xiaosa's heart tightened, subconsciously looking at Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng, however, acted as if he had heard something interesting, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly into a playful arc.

"Maybe so."

He chuckled, admitting it neatly and decisively.

Before his voice faded, he had already stood up from the chair.

Without paying attention to the pitch-black muzzle, he walked straight up to the two money-robbing bandits.

Then he stretched out both hands, grabbing the pull handle of a suitcase with each hand.

"Hey, skinny bamboo pole, what are you doing?!"

"You fucking looking for death, right?"

Black Ox and Mouse immediately became nervous, desperately shielding the boxes.

As if those were already their private property, and the young man in front of them was the robber getting ready to strike.

Fang Cheng grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth:

"I'll help you out."

As he spoke, the muscles in the arms of the one called the "skinny bamboo pole" instantly bulged, their knotted lines faintly visible through his shirt.

Then he exerted a little force and violently slammed them together towards the middle.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the two suitcases filled with cash, along with the two robbers who refused to let go, violently crashed into each other.

"Ah—"

Black Ox and Mouse let out painful muffled groans, feeling as if their ribs were about to be shattered by this immense force.

"You!"

The boss at the door shrank his pupils, his heart skipping a beat from the terrifying arm strength displayed by this seemingly skinny man.

Fang Cheng exerted force with his arms again, pulling them apart, and then fiercely slammed them inward once more.

Bang!

Another muffled sound.

The two pitiful robbers, together with their boxes, violently crashed into each other again.

"Damn it! Don't think I don't dare to shoot!"

The robber boss finally reacted, roaring as he aimed the muzzle dead at Fang Cheng's head.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Don't misunderstand.

What answered him was not gunshots.

But even more frequent crashing sounds.

Fang Cheng acted as if he hadn't heard any threats, nor did he see the gun pointing at him.

His movements were extremely rhythmic, his arms opening and closing steadily and powerfully, driving the two robbers and two heavy suitcases weighing over half a ton.

The muffled impacts continued to echo inside the private room.

Black Ox and Mouse were like two sandbags hanging on the suitcases, constantly pulled by an irresistible force.

Over and over again, separating, colliding.

Then separating again, colliding again.

Xiaosa watched in dumbfounded shock.

An extremely bizarre thought popped into his mind.

Why did the president's current movement... look so much like doing chest flyes with a cable machine at the gym?

Except that gym equipment used weight plates.

While the president... was using two living people, plus ten million in cash.

This wasn't fighting at all; it was clearly working out...

Bang!

After another collision.

Fang Cheng stopped his hands, looking leisurely at the two robbers who had almost rolled their eyes back.

Black Ox and Mouse hugged the suitcases tightly with both hands, a sense of daze washing over them wondering who they were and what they were doing.

Even through the stockings, one could see the large bumps rapidly swelling on their foreheads, and nosebleeds smeared all over their faces.

"Now, can you let go?"

Fang Cheng asked indifferently.

The two were startled by this calm voice.

Coming back to their senses, looking at the suitcase in their arms, fear appeared in their eyes for the first time, and they let go of their hands as if electrocuted.

The greed in their hearts was finally replaced by fear.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng also put down the suitcases.

Then, ignoring the muzzle pointing at him, he walked straight towards the robber boss.

"What are you going to do?"

Alarm bells rang loudly in the robber boss's heart, and he instinctively retreated.

But Fang Cheng's speed was too fast!

He only felt a blur before his eyes, a slight tingling sensation came from the wrist tightly gripping the pistol, and then his hand was empty.

The gun just vanished out of thin air.

By the time he recovered, the gun that should have been in his hand had appeared in Fang Cheng's hand like magic.

"Give me back the gun!"

The robber boss blurted it out almost instinctively, his voice carrying a shock he hadn't even noticed.

"Sure."

Fang Cheng smiled and flicked his wrist.

The robber boss only felt a cold, hard object stuffed back into his palm.

Looking down, it was precisely his own gun.

He was completely stunned, his mind blank.

What on earth happened?

In fact, with Fang Cheng's agility attribute currently achieving a Breakthrough of 60 points, his hand speed was no different from teleportation in the eyes of ordinary people.

"Don't like it?"

Fang Cheng's voice sounded again.

Before the robber boss could react, the gun in his hand vanished once more and reappeared in Fang Cheng's hand.

Click! Click!

A series of crisp and clean metallic sounds rang out.

Amidst everyone's astonished gazes, Fang Cheng held the gun with one hand while his other hand moved like lightning, smoothly removing the magazine, pulling the slide, and ejecting the bullet from the chamber.

Finally, he disassembled the entire pistol into a pile of parts and tossed them on the table.

Fang Cheng's fingers seemed to have a life of their own, dancing flexibly across the gun body.

What seemed like a series of dazzling movements occurred in just half a second.

Everyone only saw a blur of finger shadows flash by.

In the blink of an eye, a fully loaded pistol had turned into a pile of non-threatening metal parts in his hands.

The robber boss completely panicked, the hand that still maintained the posture of holding a gun shaking uncontrollably:

"You... what on earth do you want to do?"

Outside the private room, several bold waiters and guests in the hallway were secretly peeking inside to see the situation.

Fang Cheng's gaze suddenly turned sharp, and then he lowered his voice, leaning into the robber boss's ear:

"Taking advantage of my good mood today, get the hell out of here immediately, or I'll dismantle all of you into parts!"

Every single word seemed squeezed out from between his teeth, exuding a bone-chilling murderous intent.

The robber boss trembled all over, then felt as if he had been granted amnesty.

He didn't dare look into Fang Cheng's eyes, turning around to curse fiercely at his two still-dazed underlings:

"What the fuck are you all standing around for? Get the hell out!"

With that, he dragged one person in each hand, tumbling and scrambling out of the private room.

The three robbers stumbled with unsteady footsteps, fleeing in panic, almost falling directly down the stairs, their wretched figures quickly disappearing.

After the robbers fled, the teahouse fell into a dead silence before erupting into a clamor.

The waiters and other guests discussed among themselves, their faces full of the relief of surviving a catastrophe.

Inside the private room, Fang Cheng bent down to pick up the magazine and parts one by one, reassembling them with an even faster speed than when he disassembled them.

Then, he tossed an intact pistol to the still-dazed Xiaosa.

"Since someone gifted a weapon, use it for self-defense first."

Xiaosa came back to his senses, catching it clumsily, the cold touch refreshing his mind.

Fang Cheng subsequently pulled a bunch of keys from his trouser pocket and tossed them over as well.

"You know how to drive, right? Take the suitcases immediately and deliver the money to Room 1903, Building 7, Haitian Garden, Guanlan District. The car is parked downstairs."

Xiaosa carefully put away the keys and pistol without any questions, nodding heavily:

"Yes, President, I'll get right on it."

Having given his instructions, Fang Cheng turned and walked downstairs.

Showing mercy to those three robbers just now, besides having onlookers present and worrying about the impact making it inconvenient to be too heavy-handed...

More crucially, he had perceived a hint of abnormality.

These robbers looked reckless, but in reality, they advanced and retreated methodically with a clear target.

Moreover, their physical fitness was obviously different from ordinary people.

They were definitely not ordinary street punks.

...

In the dim room, the air was filled with the smell of mold and disinfectant.

Large patches of wallpaper had peeled off, revealing the mottled concrete underneath.

Amidst rustling sounds, a fat mouse darted out from the corner and quickly slipped under the sofa.

Outside the window, a harsh siren sound came from far to near, then wailed away into the distance.

It seemed police cars were driving past the nearby streets.

Clatter.

The tightly drawn curtains were pulled open a crack by a hand.

The dim sunlight squeezed in with difficulty, barely illuminating the environment inside the house.

The person standing at the window was precisely the robber boss who had robbed the teahouse earlier.

He vigilantly observed the scene of the street downstairs, and seeing that the police car was just passing by, he let out a sigh of relief.

Then he ripped off the stocking on his head, revealing the weathered face of a middle-aged man.

"Damn it, was that guy just now a monster?"

Black Ox's indignant voice rang out from behind.

"Who the fuck knows! That guy's strength was outrageously huge, anyway there's no way he's a normal person!"

Mouse responded feebly, his voice full of lingering fear.

The two also took off their headgear, their bruised and swollen appearances looking exceptionally comical.

"Sigh, what a pity about so much money. Since I was born, it's the first time I've seen so many banknotes piled together."

Black Ox rubbed his aching chest with a face full of regret, then muttered unwillingly:

"Boss, how about we go rob a bank another day?"

"You still have the heart to think about money? Just now at the teahouse you almost got beaten to death like a punching bag."

Mouse immediately sneered in mockery.

"What did you say? A-Ren't you, a skinny monkey skin, getting beaten just the same?"

Black Ox snapped back unconvinced.

"I'm not as built as you, it's completely normal that I couldn't beat him!"

"Alright, shut the fuck up, both of you!"

The boss who had been standing at the window observing and hadn't spoken the entire time finally opened his mouth, his voice cold:

"You two should celebrate that you managed to salvage your lives just now."

Hearing this, Black Ox and Mouse, who were arguing, were both stunned for a moment.

The middle-aged man turned around and continued with a solemn gaze:

"That person's strength is very strong. Even if ten of me were added together, I definitely wouldn't be his match."

Black Ox and Mouse were completely dumbfounded.

The two knew their boss's abilities very well.

He had injected that special serum many times before; bare-handed, ordinary dozen-or-so big men couldn't even get close to him.

Now, the boss was actually saying that ten of me couldn't beat that young man who looked like a pretty boy?

However, recalling that magical scene just now, where the gun inexplicably fell into the opponent's hands and was instantly disassembled into parts...

The two couldn't help shivering.

Previously they had been dazed from the impacts and hadn't had time to think deeply.

Now the more they pondered, the more their backs felt chilled; that kind of hand speed simply exceeded human cognition.

"Boss."

Mouse's voice trembled slightly: "The person Master Jia had us probe today... doesn't seem simple at all. To think he has such an expert protecting him by his side."

The middle-aged man didn't reply, just looking out the window, lighting a cigarette, and smoking it silently.

It seemed he was contemplating some important matter.

Inside the dim and dilapidated room, a dead silence once again fell over it.

The setting sun slanted westward, and the clamor outside the window gradually subsided.

The twilight light dyed everything indoors with a layer of dusk, as if gradually swallowed by darkness.

"When on earth is Master Jia arriving?"

A rough voice broke the silence; it was Black Ox grumbling impatiently:

"This ghost place is dirty and smelly, and it's almost dark. I even made a date with a chick to go party at the bar tonight!"

Hearing his accomplice speak up, Mouse also chimed in with a complaint:

"Who knows what the people in the organization are up to lately, acting all mysterious and picking a place like this for a meetup spot."

The middle-aged man ignored the two's complaints.

He raised his wrist and glanced at the time on his watch.

It was already 18:03.

Right at this moment, an unhurried sound of footsteps echoed down the dilapidated hallway outside the door.

The expressions of the three people inside the room instantly turned tense.

The middle-aged man immediately stubbed out his cigarette butt, walked silently to the door, pressed his eye against the peephole, and looked outward.

A figure appeared in his field of view.

That was a young man wearing a faded grey work uniform, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, and carrying a somewhat old canvas bag.

He looked just like an electrician who had just gotten off work and was passing by.

However, the middle-aged man's gaze suddenly condensed.

He quickly pulled open the door, a respectful smile piling up on his face as he took the initiative to greet the person outside:

"Master Jia, we've been waiting for you here for a long time according to our agreement."

The young man nodded slightly, the gaze behind his lenses calm and waveless, and walked straight in.