Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 278 - 205 Mysterious Big Buyer_2

"But... among those people, some had accents from other places. Brother Donghe was introduced by a friend before he got involved with them..."

Fang Cheng slightly furrowed his brows, then proceeded to ask about the exact location where Ma Donghe was held captive, as well as the approximate number of personnel and their firepower equipment.

After applying medicated liquid on Chen Yingjun’s wound and bandaging it, he spoke in a deep voice with a warning tone:

"When you leave later, just act like you’re here to treat your wounds, then drive to other places. While on the way, frantically make calls everywhere, saying you need to raise money from others."

"Remember, don’t give yourself away, those guys are definitely watching you from the shadows."

"As for rescuing Ma Donghe, don’t worry, I will take action. Just don’t get involved anymore. Now just do as I say and try to stabilize the trackers."

Chen Yingjun showed hesitation, his eyes filled with confusion and worry.

When his gaze met Fang Cheng’s bright and determined eyes, he couldn’t help but recall the astonishing actions that he had done in the past and finally gritted his teeth and nodded.

After treating his injuries and stabilizing his emotions, Chen Yingjun immediately acted as Fang Cheng instructed, pretending to rush out of the clinic in a panic.

With his right hand wrapped in a bandage, he loudly made phone calls to borrow money, while slipping into the car parked on the roadside, quickly igniting the engine, and driving away. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Inside the clinic, Fang Cheng stood silently behind the window.

His eyes slightly narrowed, his gaze piercing through the glass like a tangible force, locking onto the street outside without missing any activity.

Sure enough, within a few seconds, a black sedan that was originally lurking in a nearby shadow, like a wolf sniffing out its prey, started its engine and raced in the direction Chen Yingjun had left.

The slanting sunlight happened to shine on the car windows, clearly revealing the people inside through the bright glass.

They were all unfamiliar men with unfriendly faces, each with a fierce look in their eyes, like desperados who had just stepped out of a bloody battlefield.

After confirming they had gone far, disappearing at the end of the street, Fang Cheng’s expression became even more serious.

He had sensed something wrong earlier and took extra precautions.

Thus, he used the "Scavenger’s Eye" to inspect Chen Yingjun’s body and discovered the tracker hidden on him.

The actions of the other party clearly indicated a well-prepared, long-term plan.

It was definitely not a simple act of gang in-fighting, and it was very likely that they were targeting him.

Several suspects flashed through Fang Cheng’s mind.

Red Tiger Gang? Noah Organization? Or the Special Search Team?

Judging by their modus operandi, it didn’t seem like the work of the authorities.

If it were indeed the people from the Special Search Team, there would be no need to go around in such big circles or to follow secretly; they could just directly use various search and detection methods.

So...

"Ah Cheng, are you alright?"

While he was deep in thought, Master Lin came over with a steady pace, his concerned gaze resting on Fang Cheng.

At the same time, Wen Xin and her mother Wen Huixi were also watching him intently, also showing signs of worry.

Wen Xin immediately ran to Fang Cheng’s side, holding his hand, and asked in a crisp voice:

"Brother, if you encounter any difficulties, tell me, I can help you too."

As she spoke, she discreetly blinked her amber-colored eyes, as if sharing a little secret between the two of them.

Wen Huixi pursed her lips, her gaze filled with concern for the young man before her.

Fang Cheng gently shook his head and raised a faint smile, trying to sound light-hearted:

"It’s nothing big, Ma Donghe just lost miserably in gambling over the New Year and ended up stripped of his clothes and detained in a mahjong parlor. He had to send his underling to borrow money from me. I have no money to lend him, so I told him to find someone else."

Master Lin nodded slightly upon hearing this, his face showing understanding.

He did indeed hear Chen Yingjun making phone calls to borrow money.

Then, like a magician, he suddenly pulled out a bright and festive red envelope from his clothes and handed it to Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng was stunned for a moment and said instinctively:

"Ah, I get one too?"

He had just seen Master Lin giving Wen Huixi a red envelope, saying it was a year-end bonus.

Since he was just occasionally helping out and learning, not an official employee, he had not expected anything.

"Just a small token."

Master Lin laughed heartily, his laughter echoing in the room, dispelling some of the somber atmosphere:

"You’ve been so busy here. As your master, I can’t be stingy, can I? Thanks to you, the clinic has been running smoothly these months."

Saying this, he wouldn’t allow Fang Cheng to refuse, stretched out his large hand and forced it into Fang Cheng’s palm.

Then, Master Lin leisurely pulled out a slightly smaller red envelope and handed it to Wen Xin, who had gone aside to pour water for the guests.

Wen Xin’s eyes immediately lit up at the sight.

But she felt a bit embarrassed, shaking her head like a rattle drum, with her two little hands behind her back, shyly saying:

"Grandpa Lin, I don’t need it, I was just helping my mom with some chores."

Wen Huixi also waved her hands and said:

"Exactly, exactly, Master Lin, you really don’t need to be so polite."

Master Lin feigned anger, but his face remained filled with a smile:

"How can that be? This is the New Year’s money from an elder to a younger, for good fortune, take it!"

Saying so, he still firmly stuffed the red envelope into the little girl’s hands.

Wen Xin glanced at her mother and carefully accepted the red envelope, then promptly bowed politely:

"Thank you, Grandpa Lin."

Then, like a happy little rabbit, she bounced over to Wen Huixi’s side and, with her mother’s permission, her smile grew even brighter.

She couldn’t help but lift the red envelope before her eyes, examining it carefully, as its bright red color cast a rosy glow on her cheeks.

Watching this scene unfold, Fang Cheng felt a warm current gently brushing over his heart, dispersing some of the shadows brought on by the affair with Ma Donghe.

In a fleeting thought, he contemplated how to rescue Ma Donghe, without revealing his true identity, yet ensuring his safe return.

Since the other party went to such lengths, setting a trap so openly.

The garbage processing plant where Ma Donghe was kidnapped might also be a carefully prepared snare.

But—

Fang Cheng must save him.

And he must act swiftly and decisively!

Seeing that the Spring Festival was approaching, and tomorrow would be New Year’s Eve, a day for family reunions.

Fang Cheng did not want any hidden dangers at this time, wishing for a peaceful and auspicious New Year.

Moreover, Ma Donghe encountered danger while running an errand for him.

And his family, at this very moment, must also be eagerly awaiting his return for the reunion.

That anticipatory sentiment was something Fang Cheng could profoundly empathize with.

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South Suburb of East City.

The remnants of the sunset, like shredded golden gauze, scattered across the rusty iron fence of the recycling plant.

As the light grew dimmer, the temperature also dropped rapidly.

A gust of cold wind howled, sweeping through the desolate, dilapidated plant area.

Garbage debris and white plastic bags were lifted high, dancing wildly as if they were a horde of clawing spirits.

Inside the six-story factory building, a pungent stench of decay permeated the cold air, enough to make one retch.

"Cough cough..."

From a dark corner that even the sunset could not reach, a few weak coughs could be heard.

Ma Donghe was tied up tightly to an old chair.

Behind him was a pit with a diameter of several meters, so deep that the bottom was not visible.

Like a giant beast choosing its prey, it opened its pitch-black mouth.

The edge of the pit was piled with various kinds of trash, consisting of rotten wood, broken plastic, and twisted metal.

Layer upon layer, teetering as if it could tumble down at any moment and fill the dark abyss even further.

The chair Ma Donghe was sitting on was right on the edge of the pit, only a few centimeters from the wall.

With just a few more movements backward, he would fall along the grimy concrete wall of the hole, buried with the unprocessed waste.

At this moment, Ma Donghe’s complexion was deathly pale, and his lips were cracked and peeling.

His wounds were burst open due to the ropes cutting deeply into his flesh, with blood continuously seeping out, staining his already tattered and filthy clothes.

This spot was at the top of the well used for burying degradable waste in the whole garbage disposal plant.

All around was deathly silence; only the grieving, sobbing sound could be faintly heard from the pipes at the bottom of the pit, sending chills down one’s spine.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps trampling on a metal staircase broke the silence.

Hearing the footsteps getting closer, Ma Donghe looked up in a fluster.

Clink.

Above his head, a dim incandescent light was turned on.

The glaring light drove away some of the darkness but also made the surrounding dilapidation and eeriness even more apparent.

Immediately after, a group of people of various shapes came walking along the passageway edging the pit.