75: Chapter 75 Strange Letter

Chapter 75: A Strange Letter

Holding a dagger, Fang Cheng casually spun it on his fingertips, creating a blade flash.

With a calm expression, he glanced at the two people still standing and spoke once more:

"Is there anything else you need?"

"Ah? No, nothing!"

"We were just passing by and wanted to rent a place."

Hearing this, Flower-Armed Man and Xiaosa quickly shook their heads in denial,

cleanly brushing off everything they had blustered about earlier.

"There are no spare rooms here."

Fang Cheng's gaze grew slightly cold as he warned the two:

"Remember not to come to Jiuchang Street to cause trouble again, or else—"

As he spoke, he gripped the dagger with both hands, clenched his fingers, and exerted sudden force.

With a crisp snap, the thin dagger was forcefully broken right down the middle into two halves.

The two of them were immediately startled.

"We know, we know!"

They hurriedly bolted outside on their legs.

"Wait."

Hearing the shout, which sounded like a death warrant, the two couldn't help trembling and anxiously turned around to look back.

Fang Cheng pointed at the fat man lying on the ground, looking at the two unloyal guys.

"Aren't you going to take your accomplice with you?"

The two had a sudden realization and quickly turned back, each grabbing an arm to support the soundly sleeping fat man out.

After walking out the door,

the two lingeringly looked back at the unfathomable Tubular Building.

"Did you see how he threw his kick just now?"

"It was too fast. My eyes blurred, and I got hit."

"Tsk tsk, this is the first time I've seen such Kicking Techniques. It should be able to match that lord from the Red Tiger Gang."

"With such an expert in the Three Wolves Gang, no wonder they dared to cross us. Let's just report back honestly; anyway, we can't afford to provoke them!"

As the two discussed, they glanced at the unconscious fat man and couldn't help complaining:

"Why does this bastard eat so much usually, yet he's so useless in a fight!"

The two laboriously tossed him into a van by the roadside, then stepped hard on the gas and hurriedly fled.

Inside the building,

Fang Cheng looked at the panel notification.

[You triggered the skill effect 'Dance of Lightning' in actual combat for the first time, Sanda experience +15]

After glancing at it, his gaze fell on Wen Xin, who was standing there dazedly and looked somewhat shaken.

Fang Cheng didn't say much more, then stepped away from the basement.

Just as he took a few steps up the stairs and was about to reach the first floor,

a timid voice suddenly called out:

"Brother Fang Cheng..."

Hearing this call, Fang Cheng couldn't help turning back to look.

He saw Wen Xin running all the way over to stand before him.

She fished out a card from her inner pocket and said solemnly,

"You've helped me so many times, I don't know how to thank you."

"This is a lucky card I've treasured since childhood. I want to give it to you as a gift, hoping it will bless you with everlasting luck and happiness, and keep danger and difficulties from ever finding you."

"This..."

Looking at the gift Wen Xin gave him, Fang Cheng couldn't help being slightly dazed.

The card was already very old, and its colors were dim. Painted on it was an Easter egg with a hexagram pattern.

He originally wanted to refuse.

But looking into the girl's amber pupils, as pure as if they were without Impurities, he swallowed his words back down immediately.

"Your gift is too precious; I will definitely keep it safe."

Hearing Fang Cheng say this, a trace of joy instantly flashed through Wen Xin's eyes.

The corners of her mouth curved up slightly, letting out a very soft laugh.

Although her face had some dirt on it, the overflowing smile inexplicably made Fang Cheng feel healed.

"Xinxin, have those people left?"

At this moment, a woman's voice appeared inappropriately.

The smile on Wen Xin's face vanished instantly, and she replied timidly,

"It was Brother Fang Cheng who lives upstairs that beat them away."

While speaking, a woman with dyed long hair and disheveled clothes also walked out from inside.

Hearing her daughter say this, she looked at Fang Cheng with a hint of gratitude.

"Mr. Fang, thank you."

This woman was probably around thirty years old, and her looks were actually quite pretty.

It was just that her skin was pale and her eye sockets were deeply sunken, making her look exceptionally haggard mentally.

Fang Cheng merely nodded slightly at her to acknowledge her, without paying much attention.

As parents, if one cannot even take care of a child's most basic livelihood, they are truly not worthy of respect.

Following the stairs, he walked to the ninth floor.

Click.

Fang Cheng took out his keys and opened the door.

Just as he was about to change into his slippers, he caught sight of a letter strikingly placed on the floor at the entryway.

Shifting his gaze back next to the envelope, he saw the strand of hair whose position had changed.

Fang Cheng's pupils contracted slightly.

He immediately activated Scavengers Eye, carefully checking every corner of the house.

A few minutes later,

he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

There were no signs of intruders.

This letter should have just been shoved in from under the door crack.

Fang Cheng's eyes tightened as he tore open a corner of the envelope.

Finding that there was only a postcard inside,

he took it out to examine it closely. There weren't even the sender's name or address on it.

There was nothing else, just taking a look at the content!

It simply wrote a short sentence.

"I hope to have the honor of listening to your voice..."

After that, there was also a string of meaningless, bizarre, and strange text symbols.

"What does this mean?"

"A prank, or sent to the wrong place?"

Looking at the surface of the envelope, which also left no name or address,

Fang Cheng thought for a moment, walked out the door, and came to the Zhou family's place two doors down.

Knocking twice, Zhou Xiumei, wearing a hairband, poked her head out.

"Brother Cheng, what's wrong?"

she asked in surprise.

Fang Cheng's expression was calm:

"It's nothing, I just wanted to ask if you saw a postman or a stranger come to our building this morning."

Hearing this, Zhou Xiumei immediately said with embarrassment,

"I've been busy researching pastries just now and didn't pay attention to people passing by outside the door."

"I can tell."

Fang Cheng pointed at the bit of flour and egg liquid stained on her fair cheeks.

Zhou Xiumei let out an "ah" and hurriedly closed the door.

Fang Cheng shook his head.

It would be great if Auntie He were home.

With her gossipy mind and vicious eyes, even a dog passing by her door would have to be identified as male or female.

Unfortunately, she seemed to have quarreled with Uncle Zhou, and in a fit of anger took the children back to her maiden home. He hadn't seen her for many days.

At home, in the bedroom.

Fang Cheng sat in front of the desk.

Looking over and over at the postcard, he studied the meaning of that sentence and the bizarre symbols.

After asking Zhou Xiumei earlier, he then asked several households next door.

Everyone spoke with one voice, saying they hadn't seen any strangers come to the ninth floor.

Fang Cheng's heart was full of doubt.

He didn't know what purpose some guy had in sending this kind of thing.

Especially that string of meaningless symbols; it looked a bit like Latin letters, and also had the flavor of hieroglyphics.

"Could it be some kind of ancient script? Or perhaps the language of some unknown small country?"

Fang Cheng pondered deeply without any clues.

Not a single person he knew studied linguistics.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng raised his head and glanced at the alarm clock.

It was almost 10 o'clock now, and he had a sparring class in the afternoon, so he couldn't spare much time.

Tomorrow would have a bit of free time; he should go to the library to find some materials to read.

Having settled on a plan and temporarily casting this doubt out of his mind, Fang Cheng grabbed his butterfly knife.

Swish swish swish, he quickly spun a few blade flourishes.

Then, with a step on his toes, the dagger held in his right hand flashed with a trace of cold light and instantly thrust forward.

Following his morning exercise in the park, Fang Cheng returned home and practiced Blade Technique for a bit longer.

Looking at the prompt information displayed on the panel:

[Blade Technique experience +9]

Fang Cheng nodded with satisfaction.

Next was the time to study foreign languages.

Through several days of diligence and self-discipline, his language skill progress was now:

[Japanese Language lv0 (92/100)]

[Nanyang Language lv0 (45/100)]

[Desert Language lv0 (36/100)]

[Latin lv0 (29/100)]