Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups
Chapter 435 - 268_3

Chapter 435: Chapter 268_3

It was Nail Head, who had previously participated in the treasure hunting action at the manor and then mysteriously disappeared.

He walked at an unhurried pace, the chain in his hand coiling and uncoiling rhythmically as he moved.

Like a living serpent, preparing for its next deadly strike.

"Your reflexes and speed are indeed impressive, ranking in the top ten of everyone I’ve ever seen."

At this moment, the man’s appearance and actions exuded an eerie aura as he looked at Fang Cheng, a slight, almost imperceptible smile on his lips betraying a hint of approval.

As if the soul-snatching attack just now was merely a testing jest.

Fang Cheng silently gazed at his opponent, his fists clenched tightly, stepping forward.

With his muscles suddenly bulging, there was a crisp "crack" sound.

The already damaged red mask on his face shattered entirely, peeling off completely.

Nail Head’s expression slightly paused, his eyes instantly fixated on Fang Cheng’s revealed true face as if drawn by magnetism.

After a long moment, he slowly spoke:

"So you like wearing a white mask, no wonder they call you White Ghost."

In the darkness, Fang Cheng’s face looked pale and grim, his eyes like burning red gemstones, gleaming with a bloody light.

A scorching aura emanated from him, making him seem like an Evil Ghost walking from the fiery Hell, instilling fear in all who looked upon him.

A close look reveals that behind the shattered red mask was actually another hidden white mask.

It turns out that before tonight’s action, Fang Cheng, for precaution, had specially worn this white mask with formidable defensive power as a layer of secret protection.

At this moment, his eyes burned with fire, and ferocity surfaced, he spoke in a deep voice:

"Do you want a fight with me?"

"You misunderstood."

Nail Head shook his head slightly, his smile revealing a hint of cunning:

"I just wanted to responsibly remind you of my professional duty, to know your identity and background."

Switching the topic, he suddenly grinned broadly, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, and his smile grew more eerie.

"Of course, being able to fight with a strong man like you is certainly a marvelous thing."

"If your hands are just itching for a spar, can you wait a few more minutes for me?"

As he spoke, his gaze suddenly turned ruthless, like an arrow shooting into another part of the forest, and he raised his voice, shouting fiercely:

"All you rats have been hiding for so long, aren’t you willing to come out yet?"

His words pierced the silence like a sharp whistle, echoing through the woods.

A flock of resting birds suddenly took flight, flapping their wings hurriedly, the sound echoing incessantly.

The serene atmosphere was broken, and a stream of tension seemed to ripple through the air quietly.

With Nail Head’s loud shout, the "crack" of a footstep on dead branches suddenly echoed from the woods.

After a rustling commotion, a group of people emerged from the shadows, spreading in a fan shape, quickly surrounding Fang Cheng and Nail Head.

These diverse individuals wielded various weapons, their eyes reflecting a fierce bravery, clearly having lain in ambush for some time.

The leader was a burly, dark-skinned man.

With grenades and pistols hanging on him, he clutched a giant battle axe, looking every bit like a heavily armed bandit.

At this moment, he stood like a tower at the front, roaring angrily in a deep voice:

"Nail Head, you bastard, I’ve been looking for you for so long, and here you are chatting with someone!"