Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups
Chapter 463 - 279_2

Chapter 463: Chapter 279_2

This doesn’t make sense, and it’s too unprofessional.

Eliminating these two unlikely options, then... the suspicion seems to point towards...

Fang Cheng’s gaze once again turned to the deep night outside the window.

Xu Sanduo’s intelligence clearly linked Xu Hao closely with the Red Tiger Gang.

Xu Hao’s mysterious disappearance, his return like a completely different person, and his meteoric rise within the Red Tiger Gang—all these seemed quite unusual.

There must be shadows of the Red Tiger Gang’s upper echelons behind it, possibly involving deeper secrets.

Recalling the brief encounter with Xu Hao during the day.

Although the other party did not explicitly say it, the kind of confident attitude in his words, subtly hinting "I know your background," suggested that he had access to insider information that ordinary henchmen definitely wouldn’t know.

He was sure that he wasn’t an ordinary person, and equally sure that this "being investigated" news could hold him back.

If the Red Tiger Gang’s leadership knew it was him who committed the "bloodbath" at the port warehouse and garbage treatment plant, they’d probably be too scared to provoke him proactively.

So, the answer seemed to be self-evident...

Fang Cheng gazed at the sea and the lights within the night.

Though he couldn’t be one hundred percent sure who was secretly investigating him, Xu Sanduo’s intelligence undoubtedly pointed to a direction for suspicion.

He lifted his wrist to look at his watch, the blue glowing numbers showing 19:03.

Fang Cheng took one last look around this spacious, rough room that was about to become his new base.

Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the turmoil in his heart, turned and walked out, gently closing the door behind him.

Click.

The empty room was left with nothing but endless darkness and the lingering smell of renovations.

Reaching the roadside, the night breeze carried a slightly salty sea odor.

Fang Cheng hailed a passing taxi, opened the door, and sat inside.

"To the city center, Feihong Road, Midnight Forest Bar."

He reported an address to the driver.

The taxi quickly merged into the traffic flow, heading towards the brightly lit city center.

Next, Fang Cheng would address some pressing issues.

Since trouble had come knocking, he would face it head-on.

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The traffic was as dense as weaving threads, light trails intersecting.

The outlines of skyscrapers were drawn by countless lights, reflecting the bustling and restless nature of this sleepless city.

The taxi stopped at the intersection of Feihong Road in Wenchuan District.

Fang Cheng paid, pushed the door open, and adjusted the bag on his shoulder.

The night was deep, but this pedestrian street seemed to have just woken up, with neon lights flashing and voices buzzing.

The air was filled with a mix of alcohol, perfume, and food scents.

On the street corner, the large artistic letters of "Midnight Forest" were particularly striking under alternating dark red and dim blue lights.

Deafening music, rhythmic, boomed from the half-open main door, attracting thrill-seeking men and women.

This was one of the entertainment venues under the Red Tiger Gang, and according to Xu Sanduo’s intelligence, it was the place where Xu Hao had been frequenting most lately.

If one went by the business card Xu Hao gave him, he should now be the "person in charge" of this area, a more refined title being the Security Manager.

Fang Cheng pulled down the baseball cap on his head, the brim covering half his face, leaving only his sharply defined chin exposed.

Then he walked into the bar unhurriedly with the surging crowd.

Inside, the lighting was even dimmer and more ambiguous, with the heavy bass beats pounding as if striking the heart.

In the center of the dance floor, countless young bodies crazily twisted under flashing laser beams, releasing surplus hormones.

By the booths and bar, glasses clinked, and noisy laughter and chatter rang out continually.

Fang Cheng’s gaze quickly scanned the room, searching for the target.

According to the information, Xu Hao had no fixed residence, and the house the Gang Leader gave was still under renovation, so he usually either partied all night or simply slept in the upstairs lounge.

Fang Cheng sat in a relatively secluded corner booth with a good view, not ordering alcohol, just a glass of orange juice.

The cold glass in his hand clashed with the surrounding hot atmosphere.

He sat quietly like an ice cube plunged into boiling water, unobtrusively observing everything around him.

It wasn’t long before two scantily clad, sultry women came over, swaying with drinks in hand.

Their skirts were just the right shortness, revealing their stocking-clad legs, with faces heavily made up bearing professional smiles, their eyes constantly surveying Fang Cheng.

"Hi, handsome, are you alone?"

The curly-haired woman spoke first, her voice sweet and suggestive of flirtation.

She sat down on the sofa opposite Fang Cheng, her body leaning slightly forward, revealing enticing curves.

The straight-haired woman leaned even closer, almost sticking to Fang Cheng, with an overwhelming perfume scent:

"You look unfamiliar, first time here? Want to buy us sisters a drink?"

Fang Cheng glanced at them, his eyes calm, and said lightly:

"No, thank you."

"Don’t be so boring~"

The straight-haired woman was not resigned, reaching out to put her arm around Fang Cheng’s shoulder:

"Being alone is no fun. Have a drink to warm up, then come dance with us later? You look so handsome, you must have a great body too..."

Fang Cheng slightly turned his body, avoiding the woman’s intrusive touch.

He didn’t want to attract unnecessary attention here, nor did he want to be continuously harassed.

After a moment of silence, Fang Cheng lifted his hand and slowly took off the baseball cap on his head.

In the dim light, a shiny bald head was revealed, creating a stark visual contrast with his handsome and scholarly face.

With the brim gone as a cover, Fang Cheng’s deep, sharp eyes were fully exposed, calmly watching the two women in front of him.

The smiles on the two women’s faces instantly froze, as if they’d seen something unbelievable.

They exchanged glances, their eyes filled with shock and a hint of... disdain?

"Tch!"

The curly-haired woman pouted, muttering in a low voice: "Turns out to be a monk..."

"This is boring, let’s go."

The straight-haired woman lost interest too, stood up, and pulled her companion along.

The two reluctantly turned away, not forgetting to cast a regretful glance back, as if to say, "What a waste of that face."

Fang Cheng put the baseball cap back on, indifferent to this little episode, and continued sipping his orange juice.

His gaze returned to the noisy crowd, patiently waiting.

Time passed by the minute, and the bar’s atmosphere grew more euphoric.

Just then, near the dance floor, there was a sudden commotion and argument from one of the booths.

Several clearly drunken men with flushed faces were pulling at a young girl dressed in a waitress uniform, shouting unsavory words like "filthy bitch."

The girl was terrified, struggling desperately.

The surrounding patrons scattered, and other staff shrank back in fear.

These drunken men, burly and obviously regulars in nightclubs, were fierce characters no one dared to confront for the moment.

As the situation was about to get out of hand, a tumult of footsteps came from the bar’s entrance.

The crowd, as if sensing something, parted to make way.

Fang Cheng, sipping his juice, looked up.

He saw Xu Hao swaggering in, surrounded by a group of tattooed, ferocious-looking underlings.

He wore a flashy silk shirt, the collar open, revealing a thick gold chain around his neck.

His face exuded a rebellious fierceness, his eyes scanning the room with contempt, embodying the demeanor of a true Martial World big shot.

Only the highlighted strand of yellow hair on his forehead added a bit of roguishness to him, diminishing the original oppressive feel.

Immediately, a security guard eagerly ran up to report the situation at the booth to him.

Xu Hao frowned, his face showing obvious impatience and severity:

"Damn it, what kind of blind dog dares to make trouble on my turf?"