Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups
Chapter 467 - 281: A Ray of Light in the Darkness, Speed Beyond the Limit

Chapter 467: Chapter 281: A Ray of Light in the Darkness, Speed Beyond the Limit

The city at midnight, neon lights flashing alternately, flickering on and off.

Signs emitting a mix of dark red and ghostly blue glow, conveying a captivating yet dangerous signal.

The bass-heavy dance music, like a repressed heartbeat, faintly emanates through the walls.

The bar’s back alley is dark and damp, exuding a mixed scent of alcohol and garbage.

A black sedan without any markings growls, its tires rolling over the filthy water, quickly starting up.

Two headlights cut through the city’s night, slowly merging into the traffic on the nearby main road.

After half a second of silence, the deeper shadow in the alley seemed to come to life, gently stirring.

A figure in a dark tracksuit stepped out silently, the brim of the cap pressed low, almost covering half the face, leaving only a sharply defined jaw exposed.

He quietly stood at the alley entrance, eyes following the direction the black sedan departed.

It was Fang Cheng, tailing Xu Hao.

Just now, he avoided all eyes and ears, ghosting up to the second floor.

With his keen hearing, he clearly caught the brief and intense sounds of a struggle coming from a VIP room, followed by Xu Hao’s final shout filled with anger and surprise.

Thus, he deduced the situation—Xu Hao had been attacked by two unidentified individuals and forcibly taken away.

The air was still tinged with the acrid smell of car exhaust fumes.

The target had been moved; it was imperative to follow immediately and track their trail.

Fang Cheng’s gaze swiftly scanned the street.

At that moment, a taxi with its "For Hire" light on ambled past the intersection.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Fang Cheng sprinted across several meters, rushing to the roadside, waving his arm.

Screech—

Accompanied by the sharp sound of brakes, the taxi stopped narrowly in front of Fang Cheng.

The window rolled down, revealing a chubby, somewhat familiar face bathed in the neon lights.

"Where to, buddy?"

The driver yawned, sleepily asking, mumbling, "It’s so late at night, I was just getting ready to wrap up..."

"Follow that black Wuling sedan that just took off in front, license plate number Dong A·XXXXX."

Fang Cheng’s voice was low, as he spoke and opened the car door, slipping into the back seat.

"Hurry up, stay close; don’t let them get away."

"Got it! No problem!"

The driver seemed startled awake by this concise command, immediately all tense, readily agreeing.

While deftly shifting gears and restarting the vehicle, he habitually glanced at this passenger through the rearview mirror.

The chubby face displayed a professional smile, but his small eyes carefully scrutinized:

"Hey? I say, buddy, why do you look a bit familiar to me?"

"Aren’t you...? Aren’t you that young guy who took my taxi last time, bought a whole bunch of barbell plates? Yeah, yeah, the hunky youngster with all the muscles!"

Fang Cheng realized it, indeed it was the talkative driver he met last time.

He then turned his head discreetly, pulling down his cap a bit more, conveniently letting the driver see more clearly his bare head under the neon’s reflection.

In a flat tone, he replied: "You got the wrong person."

"Uh..."

The driver seeing the bald head, obviously paused, comparing to his memory, glanced at Fang Cheng’s current stern aura, laughed awkwardly, scratching his own not-so-abundant hair.

"Oh, oh, maybe I remembered wrong. There are a lot of young fitness enthusiasts these days, haha, people do look similar, people do look similar!"

He knowingly didn’t probe further, but his curiosity and gossip flame were clearly kindled.

"Driver."

Fang Cheng’s expression didn’t change at all, he just urged:

"Please focus on following the car ahead, maintain a safe distance, try not to draw their attention."

"I suspect, my good-for-nothing brother-in-law is in there, probably sneaked out with some minx again, I need to catch them in the act, get some evidence."

He casually made up the story, yet his tone was so natural, as if genuinely troubled by family matters.

"My gosh! Catching them in the act? And on-site too?!"

The driver, upon hearing this, his eyes instantly widened, becoming all excited.

As if finding his life’s mission, slammed the steering wheel.

"Buddy, then you’ve found the right person! This gig, I’m all too familiar with!"

He stomped on the gas pedal, the taxi’s slightly old engine let out a reluctant roar, surging ahead vigorously, tailgating the black Wuling’s taillights a hundred meters away.

"Back in the day, you know."

The driver, while sharply swerving the wheel, maneuvering the slightly crowded city center traffic in thrilling S-pattern shenanigans, bragged with flying spittle:

"When I was younger, I helped a brother who got cuckolded chase his wife and the adulterer."

"Hey! That was exhilarating, chased from the east of the city to the west, finally managed to corner them at the entrance of a secluded little inn, the adulterer was so scared his pants were almost not on."

"So, buddy, don’t worry, with me here, guarantee I’ll keep those scoundrels pinned down, make sure they can’t escape even with wings!"

"Look at my drifting... Ah? No... look at my tracking skills, professional or what?"

Fang Cheng: "..."

Ignoring the driver’s chatter, he simply leaned slightly forward, eyes piercing through the front windshield.

His gaze hawk-like focused on the black sedan ahead, coldly reminded once more:

"Focus on driving, don’t follow too closely, don’t let them shake us off, try not to talk, it may affect your driving skills."