Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 495 - 294:

"Find out about this as soon as possible."

Fang Cheng’s tone left no room for doubt.

After all, knowing oneself and the enemy leads to a hundred battles without defeat; gathering more information about the enemy can only be beneficial.

"Sure, leave it to me!"

Xu Hao turned off the faucet and quickly patted his chest in assurance.

After partnering for this period, he wasn’t as cautious or fearful towards the unfathomable man in front of him as he was initially.

Instead, there was a subtle feeling of... being in the same boat together.

They quickly rinsed off and dressed.

Fang Cheng stood in front of the mirror, looking at his bald head, shining under the bathroom light.

Upon closer inspection, the pores on his scalp were slightly raised, but the roots of his hair hadn’t yet broken through the skin’s barrier.

Touching it with fingers, there was a slight sandpaper-like friction.

Normally, it’s been more than a week since he shaved his head, and a typical person’s hair would have grown into a layer of stubble.

Moreover, given his current superhuman recovery ability, such a growth rate is clearly abnormal.

Fang Cheng couldn’t figure out the reason and didn’t dwell on it.

He then took a black wig from his bag, skillfully put it on, and tidied up in front of the mirror.

The bald, ferocious, and hard cold aura softened considerably.

Now, he appeared as a normal neighborhood boy next door, though his eyes remained deep and bright.

If he wore those gold-rimmed glasses, he’d hardly be noticed.

Fang Cheng admired his new look, secretly considering his next plans.

Since intelligence indicated that Noah Organization wouldn’t be concerning themselves with him for now.

It’s the perfect time to use this period to intensify training, striving to elevate the skills of "Running" and "Meditation," both nearing breakthrough levels.

In this world, only absolute strength can bring real safety.

And only by getting stronger can he better handle the troubles that come one after another, protecting himself and others around him.

In the afternoon, Fang Cheng planned to visit Wanghu Town.

His mother mentioned that Uncle Li Dingjian had "returned from his trip" last night.

It’s time to visit him for a proper discussion.

With this in mind, Fang Cheng suddenly turned around.

Only to see Xu Hao, while putting on his pants, curiously watching him wear the wig.

So he casually explained:

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Xu Hao nodded with understanding and grinned:

"I have to say, boss, wearing this thing makes you look much more like the real deal, much more handsome than being bald!"

After wrapping up their secret meeting in the bathroom, the two briefly said goodbye and went their separate ways.

Xu Hao sneaked away, eyes flicking nervously and quickly, worried about encountering someone or seeing something he shouldn’t, quickly bowing as he slipped out.

Seeing his stealthy-like manner, Fang Cheng shook his head in silence, before making his way to the changing room, preparing to leave the club.

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

In the luxurious suite at Yuehu Hotel.

Sunlight streamed through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, spreading across the soft carpet.

It was the weekend, and visitors crowded the lakeside; children’s laughter and vendors’ calls, joyful notes, faintly drifting to the ears.

Fang Cheng put down his backpack, quietly standing by the window, his gaze chasing the boats gliding on the lake.

This moment of peace and ease stirred a ripple within his heart.

When could he truly lay down his heavy burdens?

Live a carefree life like these ordinary people, enjoying life under the sun?

"Knock knock knock."

A knock on the door rang out, abruptly interrupting his thoughts.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, then suppressed the brief longing, and turned to open the door.

The person standing at the door was his uncle, Li Dingjian.

He still wore that familiar aviator jacket, a habitual lazy smile on his face.

But deep within those eyes that carried a hint of disregard, there seemed to be some unspoken complex emotions hidden.

"Uncle."

Fang Cheng stepped aside to let him in.

"Ah Cheng, how’s it been lately? Heard from your mom that you’ve been pretty busy at work, like a dragon seen head but not tail."

Li Dingjian entered the room, familiarly settling into the plush sofa.

The gaze seemingly casually swept around the room, finally landing on Fang Cheng with a hint of inquiry.

The two exchanged a few pleasantries, chatting about the grandfather’s health and the progress of the house renovation.

But the atmosphere gradually became subtle, as if an invisible veil separated the uncle and nephew, making them both somewhat uncomfortable.

More than a week ago, at the Lu Family Manor on Mist Mountain, the thrilling treasure hunt took place.

It seemed like an unavoidable shared secret swirling in both their hearts.

Both harbored doubts, but didn’t know how to pierce this thin barrier.

Ultimately, it was Fang Cheng who first broke the slightly stagnant silence.

His gaze calmly fixed on Li Dingjian, with a direct and honest tone:

"Uncle, that night, the person called ’Crow’ in the professor’s team, that was you, right?"

Li Dingjian’s smile slightly stiffened, then turned into a light sigh.

He did not deny it and nodded, rubbing his forehead:

"Ah, yes, I knew I couldn’t hide it from your sharp eyes, kid."

Then he looked up, his gaze suddenly becoming sharp, staring intently at Fang Cheng:

"That guy wearing a ghost-face mask, who smashed the Golden Benba Bottle with a punch and saved all our lives, should be you, Ah Cheng?"

"It’s me."

Fang Cheng didn’t deny it either, appearing very straightforward.

"You kid..."

Li Dingjian momentarily didn’t know what to say.

He was shocked, terrified, and even felt an inexplicable sense of relief and pride.

A complex mix of emotions flashed across his face, eventually turning into deep concern.

"Ah Cheng, why do you get involved in such dangerous things?"

"And mix with those Black Wolf people? Be honest with your uncle, is someone forcing you? Or are they threatening you with something?"

He asked urgently.

Fang Cheng shook his head, his tone firm:

"No one is forcing me, it’s all my own idea."

Then he asked back:

"Instead, Uncle, why did you join the professor’s team and take such big risks?"

Li Dingjian’s lazy expression instantly faded, replaced by tightly furrowed brows.

He sighed, and spoke;

"If I didn’t follow the professor and take this risky journey, where would I get so much money to cover the surgery for your grandfather, and buy him a retirement house? It’s not a small sum."

"About the money, Mom and I are still looking for ways..."

"Ah Cheng, don’t say anything more."

Li Dingjian immediately interrupted Fang Cheng, waved his hand with a bitter smile:

"I am, after all, the eldest son of the Li Family. Some responsibilities must be borne by me, not by you or your mom."

"If I were truly a complete waste, I might choose to dodge and shirk, but your uncle, I have a bit of capability..."

At this, his tense expression softened considerably:

"Fortunately, everything went smoothly, the money’s ready, your grandfather’s surgery was successful, and he’s recovered now."

"Since grandfather is fine, you should step back and avoid dealing with those people, it’s too dangerous."

Fang Cheng continued to persuade with genuine concern in his tone.

Li Dingjian shook his head again, a complex light flashed in his eyes:

"No, Ah Cheng, it’s not over."

"There’s still something very important that I haven’t completed, and it’s one of the few ideals I have in this life, it even involves you..."

He suddenly changed his words, didn’t continue, but chuckled lightly, his tone carrying a feigned light-hearted yearning:

"Once this matter is done beautifully, I’ll completely wash my hands of this, buy a big yacht, go out to sea every day to fish and sunbathe, no more dealing with this kind of fighting and killing nonsense!"

"Then, whatever fish you want, Ah Cheng, Uncle will catch for you..."

Li Dingjian described a leisurely and affluent retirement life, as if such days were within arm’s reach.

For the first time, Fang Cheng saw his usually lazy and easygoing uncle show such determination and even some fervor.

He couldn’t help but have doubts.

Could that refined-looking professor actually be a pyramid scheme leader? Did he brainwash Uncle to some extent?

Li Dingjian seemed to see the concern in Fang Cheng’s heart.

He then avoided this topic, eyes blazing as he stared at him, and his tone became serious:

"Enough, don’t just talk about me, talk about yourself."

"Ah Cheng, what’s with your frightening abilities? Tell your uncle the truth, don’t hold back!"