372: Chapter 372 An Excellent Fitness Enthusiast and Foodie

Seven in the morning.

Soft sunlight penetrated the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a bright trapezoidal area on the light blue sports floor.

The entire living room seemed to be coated with a layer of warm tones because of this, easing the overly desolate and monotonous atmosphere.

This did not look like a home, but rather a professional private combat training room.

Against the wall, a red and black tumbler punching target stood quietly.

Next to it were pull-up bars, gymnastics rings, and a huge black punching bag that hung almost to the ground.

At this moment, in the center of the living room, a jaw-dropping scene was unfolding.

A naked man was carrying out physical training that could be described as masochistic.

Around his waist was tied a thick, specially-made load-bearing belt, from which ten dark barbell plates hung with thick metal chains.

Each piece was marked with 25kg, and the total weight reached a staggering five hundred catties.

His body bent backward, falling toward the floor in a reverse-folding arc.

Relying only on his hands and feet as support points, he formed a perfect bridge arch shape.

This was a high-difficulty movement in fitness techniques—Back Bridge.

And he was conducting this training with a load of five hundred catties.

After breaking through 60 points of agility attribute, Fang Cheng's body fat rate dropped to an extremely low level, and his muscle lines became increasingly lean and smooth.

When practicing the Back Bridge, the degree of muscle bulging seemed small, but every muscle group was tensed like a piece of iron, full of condensed explosive power.

Especially his waist and abdomen, which appeared exceptionally slender.

It formed an incredible visual contrast with the large string of heavy barbells hanging from his waist.

Fang Cheng easily controlled his body, constantly falling backward and slowly rising again.

The movements were precise and stable, as if the five-hundred-catty load was nothing more than a light and thin piece of clothing.

And that slender waist seemed to be cast from steel bars.

Enough to make any strong man in the gym look sideways.

Ring-ring—

Suddenly, the screen of the mobile phone dropped casually on the floor lit up.

The body of the phone buzzed and vibrated, emitting a string of crisp ringtones.

Obviously, someone had called early in the morning.

Fang Cheng ignored it.

He still maintained the rhythm of his exercise, his breathing deep and powerful.

Every time he rose and fell, the muscle groups of his waist and back were like a strong bow being continuously drawn and released.

As the sunlight outside the window gradually brightened, the trapezoidal area shining in slowly expanded.

He was completely immersed in the pleasure brought by this tempering of core muscle groups.

The ringtone rang a few times continuously, then stopped.

Throughout the room, once again, there was only the dull sound of his body rubbing and colliding with the equipment, as well as his steady and powerful breathing like a bellows.

After completing the 1,000th weighted Back Bridge, Fang Cheng slowly stood up straight and untied the heavy object from his waist.

Those ten barbell plates emitted a "clang" impact sound, landing on the sports floor one by one.

After removing the restriction, Fang Cheng felt relaxed all over and let out a breath.

He casually picked up the towel draped over the tumbler punching target and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The light blue light screen quietly emerged before his eyes.

Several prompt messages for skill experience growth flashed past in turn.

Fang Cheng glanced at them and nodded slightly.

The exercise effect was as stable and continuous as ever.

Subsequently, his gaze fell on a skill he paid special attention to.

[ Back Bridge Experience + 20 ]

[ Back Bridge Lv2 (461 / 500) ]

During this morning exercise, he had specially added extra training for the Back Bridge item, and the effect looked pretty good.

Looking at it, he had taken another big step toward the skill being upgraded to the Grandmaster level.

However, after finishing 1,000 weighted Back Bridges and standing up, the muscles in his waist and back slightly felt some soreness and swelling.

Fang Cheng reached out and pounded his own "slender waist", looking up at the scene on the beach outside the window.

At this time, the sun had completely risen.

The golden radiance covered the sea surface, sparkling like a golden satin that had been shaken open.

Fang Cheng picked up the phone from the floor and glanced at the time.

7:19.

The screen still displayed a missed call.

Pressing the button to open it, it was Xiaosa's number.

Fang Cheng didn't pay too much attention to it.

According to the previous agreement, since he called over, it shouldn't be anything extremely urgent, and contacting him later would be the same.

He casually threw the phone onto the sofa, bent down to pick up those ten barbell plates in one embrace, and carefully stacked them in the corner of the wall.

After relaxing, he continued to do some stretching exercises for a while.

Then, sinking his shoulders and dropping his elbows, planting his horse stance firmly, facing the rising morning sun, he began breathing exercises.

Between his chest and abdomen, a faint, seemingly non-existent sound of tiger and leopard thunderous rumbling vaguely emitted.

Soon, the sweat all over his body evaporated, turning into a faint white mist that curled upward.

Today's morning exercise plan was still to wake up punctually at four o'clock.

First go to the seaside to punch for an hour, then run a twenty-kilometer beach distance.

Then return home to practice six fitness skills.

Added together, it took a full three hours.

After a set of training, combined with practicing Qigong, the whole person was refreshed and full of drive.

Fifteen minutes later, he ended the Qigong conditioning.

Fang Cheng quickly walked toward the bathroom and took a refreshing cold shower.

After coming out, he stood in front of the washbasin mirror and looked at himself in the mirror.

Long legs, broad shoulders, slender waist.

This lean and unpretentious physique did not reach the standard of perfection for a martial artist.

But for ordinary people, the acceptance might be higher.

Especially the waist, which looked slender, but was full of a sense of power.

It could be said that it was that kind of dog-like waist that wealthy women loved the most.

"If I don't take off my clothes and reveal my muscles, I guess I can fool quite a few people."

"I really might be mistaken for a frail gigolo..."

Fang Cheng mocked himself, wearing slippers as he walked out of the bathroom.

Coming into the living room, his gaze fell on the brand-new 40-inch large LCD color TV in front of the sofa.

This was specially selected by Mom yesterday in the mall and sent by workers to be installed.

Fang Cheng picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

Casually searching for programs, one channel was broadcasting an old foreign movie, "The Silence of the Lambs".

The protagonist was a perverted killer and cannibal named Hannibal, talking about unfathomable things with an unaware female detective.

Fang Cheng watched for a while, then put down the remote control and treated the TV as background sound.

He turned and walked towards the kitchen, pulling open the door of the freezer.

An eerie chill instantly emerged, and his eyes were full of chunks of meat with fresh bloodstains.

Fang Cheng reached out and rummaged through them casually, taking out a frozen beef front leg weighing a full ten catties.

Then he carried the beef leg to the cutting board of the stove, tied an apron, and picked up a kitchen knife.

Snap!

With a flash of cold light, the hard beef front leg, along with the bone, was chopped into two sections at the sound, the cut smooth as a mirror.

The ordinary household kitchen knife in his hands seemed to have become a rare divine Sharp Weapon.

He saw the blade flying rapidly on the cutting board, between chopping and slicing, cold light flashed, dazzling to the eyes.

The blade first gently scooped along the gaps of the bones, and then quickly pushed with the hand, easily separating a large piece of complete skin and meat.

Then, utilizing the bone gaps, the tip of the knife was used to accurately trim away the fascia at the joints.

At this moment, Fang Cheng stood in front of the stove, skillfully processing the ingredients.

In the living room behind him, the TV screen flickered, broadcasting the climax of the movie.

The female detective mistakenly entered the killer's lair, and in the dark basement, was hunted down by the killer wearing night-vision goggles.

Waves of creepy screams continuously came from the TV.

Forming a weird and harmonious symphony with the "chop, chop, chop" cutting sound in the kitchen.

Fang Cheng cut half of the beef front leg into large chunks, blanched them in water to remove blood foam, added onions, carrots, ginger slices, and bay leaves, and simmered them on low heat, preparing to eat them at noon.

The other half was cut into thin slices, intending to simply make a portion of stir-fried beef with green peppers.

Hot wok and cold oil, the beef slices slid into the wok and were quickly stir-fried. As soon as the meat color changed, they were immediately dished out.

Then green peppers were added for flash-frying, and finally the beef was poured in, drizzled with sauce, and tossed in the wok over high heat.

The aroma burst out instantly.

Because the portion was too large, Fang Cheng simply took a stainless steel soup basin to hold the freshly stir-fried beef.

[ Culinary Arts Experience + 3 ]

[ Culinary Arts Lv1 (157 / 250) ]

[ Blade Technique Experience + 1 ]

[ Blade Technique Lv2 (280 / 500) ]

Looking at the prompt messages appearing before him, Fang Cheng nodded with satisfaction.

Ever since the graduate entrance examination ended, his free time had increased and his mindset had relaxed.

Various skills had more practice time, and the efficiency of experience harvesting rose visibly to the naked eye.

Today's display of exquisite knife skills not only increased Culinary Arts experience, but unexpectedly improved Blade Technique a little bit as well.

As an excellent fitness enthusiast and Gourmet, one must not only have a good body, but also good Culinary Arts.

Because only by mastering good Culinary Arts, processing ingredients perfectly enough, would the appetite be better, and the body naturally be even better.

Fang Cheng carried a large basin of stir-fried beef to the dining table.

Then, he took out two one-liter bottles of milk, three bags of coarse-grain steamed buns, and five boxes of cooked chicken legs from the freezer.

The lavish breakfast almost filled half the table, and he immediately began to wolf it down.

That eating manner was like a hungry fierce beast, swallowing down bone and meat without chewing a few times.

When stuffing the last steamed bun into his mouth, he picked up the soup basin again, licking the remaining beef sauce inside clean.

Finally, Fang Cheng stood up and cleared the dining table.

Next, he cleaned the house once and practiced the Cleaning skill for a while by the way.

As for this afternoon, he was prepared to make a trip to the combat club.

To find Coach Shen for an in-depth discussion on Karate techniques, and carefully learn the "Knife-hand" and "Spear-hand" skills within it.

Striving to see if he could unlock a new combat skill.

Just as Fang Cheng picked up the broom, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

As if an invisible thread was gently plucked in a distant place, pulling his consciousness.

A clear ripple arose deep within his mind.

Someone was calling him?

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, then he put down the broom and held his breath.

Consciousness quickly sank into the Memory Palace, extending outward along that invisible mental connection.

The scenes in his field of vision began to flash past rapidly.

Countless images switched constantly before his eyes.

Finally, his gaze pierced through the fog and settled in a dimly lit room decorated with somewhat nouveau riche style.

It was the "Midnight Forest" bar, Xu Hao's exclusive VIP lounge.

At this moment, Xu Hao was sitting on the sofa, rubbing his brow while yawning.

A pile of empty wine bottles lay haphazardly on the coffee table, including foreign wine and baijiu, looking like he had just woken up from a hangover.

"Xu Hao, what is the matter?"

Fang Cheng observed for a while, then asked.

Sensing the establishment of the connection, Xu Hao immediately straightened his back as if injected with chicken blood, and said spiritedly:

"Boss, this is terrible, there is explosive big news!"

"What big news?"

"Two more Level 8 cadres of the Noah Organization have been murdered!"

Xu Hao's voice came through the mental connection, appearing exceptionally excited.

"And they died one more miserably than the other!"

"One is Scorpion, that person in charge of the fieldwork department, not even a complete corpse was found. Hearing Brother Biao say, only a pool of meat paste was left at the scene!"

"The other one named Jia Liang, his head was gone, as if it was wrenched off alive by something, no, it should have been blown to pieces by a rocket-propelled grenade!"

He spoke vividly and vividly, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"Oh."

Fang Cheng listened, only responding faintly.

Seeing that his reaction was bland, Xu Hao quickly added:

"Boss, you don't know how strong these two organization cadres are!"

"That person in charge of the fieldwork department masters almost all of Noah's peripheral forces, and even I have to listen to his orders."

"This guy has always been mysterious, killing people without a trace. I heard that he once wiped out a small South American warlord all by himself."

"The other one named Jia Liang is an Advanced cadre of the medical department. We experimental subjects used to be under his management, and that guy himself is a modified human with unfathomable strength!"

"The murderer who could kill them both is definitely not simple. Brother Biao suspects that the Smiling Demon has come out for revenge again, but I feel it doesn't quite look like it..."

He paused, seemingly remembering something abruptly, and then tentatively asked with caution:

"Boss, these two people couldn't have been dealt with by you personally, right?"

Fang Cheng didn't answer, instead asking:

"What is the reaction inside your organization to this matter?"

"Temporarily, it seems there is no big movement."

Xu Hao was slightly stunned, then answered honestly:

"I also heard it when I was gathering and drinking with Brother Biao last night. I originally wanted to tell you immediately, but I drank too much and fell deeply asleep straight away."

"As soon as I woke up this morning, without even washing my face, I hurriedly climbed up and contacted you."

His words revealed a bit of intention to claim credit.

Fang Cheng pondered a little and asked again:

"What is the background of this Ma Biao, is he reliable?"

Hearing this, Xu Hao was startled and quickly said:

"Boss, actually Brother Biao is not bad as a person and takes good care of me."

"He is an old cadre of the Dongdu Branch, a native-born Jiangbei person. Right, he is from the same place as you."

"When he was young, he served as a bodyguard for a certain major leader, and he has seen quite a bit of blood on his hands; he is also a ruthless person. Later, after joining the organization, he instead became a vegetarian and chanted Buddhist sutras."

"However, in this place of Dongdu, his connections are very wide and he is well-informed. Some of my intelligence actually came from asking around him."

Saying this, he stammered and pleaded:

"Boss, can you consider sparing him? I feel that Brother Biao... still has some utilization value."

Xu Hao obviously thought that Fang Cheng was killing with gusto and was ready to make a move on Ma Biao, the remaining Level 8 cadre.

Fang Cheng was somewhat speechless, and instead said:

"During this recent period of time, be honest, have less contact with that Ma Biao, and peace of mind operate your bar."

He paused, feeling a bit uneasy about this reckless youth, and still revealed some news.

"The intelligence department of the Noah Organization is investigating the mole that led to the leak of the Demon Hunting Operation, and both your and Ma Biao's names appear on the investigation list."

"Therefore, weigh it yourself."

"Ah!"

In the lounge, Xu Hao almost jumped off the sofa, then hurriedly covered his mouth.

"Boss, I know! I understand! Rest assured, starting today, I am a mute, a blind person, and a deaf person. Apart from opening the door to do business, I don't know anything!"

Stormy seas surged in his heart, and his awe for the boss deepened by another layer.

It was simply possessing a Divine Ability!

To be able to get his hands on such a secret investigation list known only to the highest leadership of the organization.

Thinking of this, he instantly became even more determined to follow Fang Cheng and eat and drink well in the future.

Fang Cheng, through the mental connection, naturally knew this fellow's many thoughts, but did not expose them.

Then, with a serious tone, he exhorted him a few words, and then interrupted the connection.

In the living room, the TV was still playing the horror movie.

Hannibal was arrested and imprisoned, wearing prison clothes, but still appeared calm and unhurried, provoking those detectives with a disdainful attitude.

Fang Cheng sat quietly in front of the dining table, looking at the TV screen, his gaze flickering uncertainly.

A moment later, he stuck out his tongue and licked the oil stains at the corner of his mouth.

Remembering the call he didn't answer earlier, he immediately picked up the phone and dialed out again.

Beep—beep—

After ringing several times, the call finally went through.

"President!"

On the other end of the phone, Xiaosa's respectful voice immediately came over.