Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 314 - 219_2

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A shovel plunged heavily into the already filled-in pit.

Xu Sanduo couldn’t help but shudder violently, his eyes darting around in a panic.

He seemed to be thinking about how to save his life, whether to immediately kneel and beg for mercy, crying and pleading about the elderly and children at home, hoping to arouse the other party’s compassion.

Or should he offer a bribe, using a hefty sum to sway this suspected Murderer into a life-and-death "deal."

"Stop shaking."

Just as Xu Sanduo was struggling internally, Fang Cheng finally spoke: "I won’t kill you now."

"Ah, you... you really won’t kill me?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Sanduo seemed to grasp at a lifeline, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes.

But upon clearly hearing the word "now," his face fell again, and his body trembled more violently.

Fang Cheng frowned slightly and said:

"Killing you would be as easy as lifting a finger; you would have been dead long ago. The reason I’m keeping you alive is because you have some use."

Xu Sanduo swallowed nervously, nodding hurriedly, his face plastered with an ingratiating smile:

"Yes... yes, Hero, what... what do you need me to do?"

At this moment, he had none of his usual slickness, only a servile demeanor.

Fang Cheng fixed his eyes on him like a torch, speaking more forcefully:

"What is the story behind the artifact you received from the West Mountain Ancient Tomb? Tell me everything clearly, don’t try any tricks. You’ve experienced my methods."

Xu Sanduo shivered in fear and hurriedly waved his hand:

"I wouldn’t dare, Hero, I’ll tell the truth. I am just a middleman, connecting people. That artifact... it was actually a mysterious person who found me, asking me to find a suitable buyer. I really don’t know what earth-shattering secret is behind it; I just wanted to earn a little money..."

Fang Cheng suddenly interrupted his rambling:

"Why are those underworld forces, financial magnates, all spending big money to acquire such artifacts?"

"I... I..."

Xu Sanduo pondered over his words, and when he saw Fang Cheng’s eyes subtly showing a murderous aura, his heart skipped a beat. He immediately racked his brains, more sweat appearing on his forehead.

Suddenly, he exclaimed, with a hint of excitement:

"I noticed something unusual — everyone who wants to buy such artifacts seems to have extraordinary skills, just like you, Hero."

Hearing this, Fang Cheng’s eyes grew even colder, and he asked:

"What does that mysterious person look like? Any distinctive features?"

Xu Sanduo continued to rack his brains in meditation:

"I... I only remember he wore a baseball cap pulled down low, seemed to have a scar on his face, his voice was somewhat hoarse and he spoke with a southern accent. Other than that... I really don’t remember."

Fearing Fang Cheng wouldn’t believe him, he quickly added an explanation:

"In our line of work, it’s taboo to inquire too much into a seller’s real identity. If your reputation gets bad, no one will dare to do business with you in the future."

Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng nodded slightly, pondering for a moment.

Xu Sanduo looked at him with eager eyes:

"Hero, I’ve told you everything I know, can you let me go?"

Fang Cheng gave him a glance and said coldly:

"Give me one of your business cards. I’ll spare your life for now. Remember, when you go back, you can’t mention meeting me here today to anyone, or else..."

Xu Sanduo, as if granted amnesty, hurriedly nodded and swore:

"Definitely, definitely, Hero, I absolutely wouldn’t dare to reveal your information. I swear I won’t speak of today’s events to anyone!"

Saying this, he fumbled in his pants pocket, fingers trembling as he pulled out a crumpled business card.

It seemed like his "Life-saving Talisman" as he handed it over respectfully with both hands, a face full of ingratiating intent.

Fang Cheng raised his hand to take the card, glanced indifferently at the contact details and company address written on it, then tucked it casually into his pocket.

Then, without saying much more, he immediately grabbed the shovel and strode off towards the edge of the woods.

Seeing this, Xu Sanduo couldn’t help but let out a long sigh of relief, his tense body instantly relaxing.

At this moment, he finally realized that his back was already soaked with sweat, his tracksuit clinging tightly to him, feeling icy cold.

Watching Fang Cheng’s departing figure, Xu Sanduo’s eyes were full of reverence, knowing well that he had encountered an extraordinary individual today.

That was the powerful aura and unfathomable ability he had never encountered before while mingling in the streets and the underworld.

After hesitating for a moment, he mustered the courage and shouted:

"Hero, may I have the honor of knowing your name? I wish to repay your life-saving grace!"

"No need."

Fang Cheng’s voice came from afar without turning back, cold and crisp:

"Remember to cover the pit with some leaves before you leave, clean it up well, so the police won’t come knocking on your door."

The words echoed in the forest, but he quickly disappeared behind layers of branches, as if he had never appeared, leaving only a trail of gradually fading footsteps.

Xu Sanduo came to his senses, not daring to slack off for a moment, hastily picking up leaves all around the forest and spreading them over the pit, trying to cover up the traces of digging.

Amidst his busyness, he suddenly remembered there were still two bandits watching his front door, and he didn’t have a phone on him.

Thinking of this, he was filled with anxiety, threw the shovel far away.

Then, he also ran towards the edge of the forest, cursing those bodyguards in his mind harshly:

"Damn, I keep you well-fed and comfortable every day, but not one of you is around when it matters. You’re all useless. Just wait until I get back; you’ll be sorry!"

At this moment, his plump body was as agile as a monkey, quickly traversing the dense forest filled with weeds and shrubs. ƒreewebɳovel.com

Leaving behind this stretch of woodland, it became increasingly eerie and silent, seemingly swallowing all secrets quietly.

..................

By now, the sun had quietly climbed up the branches, casting ever brighter light, indicating that it was getting late.

The winding stone path meandered through the mountain forest, like a dormant giant snake, awakened by a flurry of urgent footsteps.

Fang Cheng was running all the way, sprinting down the stone path like a gust of wind.

His figure was agile like a leopard leaping and darting through the forest.

The gusts of wind he stirred up rustled, making the branches and grass along the path shake violently, rustling.

Whenever he encountered a morning jogger ahead, he would deliberately slow down, panting heavily.

Then, without betraying any emotion, he pretended to be just an ordinary exerciser.

This ability to switch roles instantly was truly impressive.

In less than two minutes, Fang Cheng was like the wind, running down the mountain, reaching the open area by the lakeside.

The lake water, under the sun’s reflection, glistened like a giant mirror, reflecting the green trees and hills on the shore.

Fang Cheng squinted his eyes slightly, gazing at the beautiful scene before him, yet he had no heart to appreciate it.

His mind was lingering on the gains from today’s morning exercise and the scene of murder and burial deep in the forest.

He reached into his pocket and took out that crumpled business card, glancing at it again.

Fang Cheng’s eyes flickered; the reason he was particularly concerned about things flowing out of the West Mountain Ancient Tomb.

Was just because he had an inexplicable premonition in his heart, always feeling there was some connection to the vanished Jiang Chen.

After all, that old ghost Jiang Chen, along with those antiques, had been sealed underground for thousands of years, and only after an explosion accident did he see the light of day again.

Thinking about it, he put the business card back into his pocket and jogged towards the hotel.

This matter was just to be mindful, paying special attention, there was no need to wade into troubled waters.

Instead, those few antiques still unsold in his hands might be worth selling to Xu Fatty.

Returning to the Yuehu Hotel, it was already around 8 o’clock.

His mother was tending to his grandfather, while his uncle was yawning, seemingly just waking up.

They had clearly knocked on the door just now, not getting a response, they thought he had gone to the lakeside early for a walk, so they were waiting to go have breakfast together.

Fang Cheng explained briefly, telling them not to wait, they could go ahead to the downstairs restaurant.

Then he took a quick hot shower in the room, changed his clothes, and came out again.

When he arrived at the hotel’s ground-floor restaurant, the lights were bright inside, and the warmth mingled with the aroma of food.

Many people were already dining there, with laughter and melodious music intertwining.

Fang Cheng scanned around and quickly saw his family sitting by the window.

His mother was smiling and talking to his grandfather, who occasionally nodded gently, a gentle smile on his face.

His uncle was on the side reading a newspaper, holding a cup of coffee in his hand.

Sunlight gently spilled through the window onto them, outlining a serene and warm picture.