Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups
Chapter 486 - 291

Chapter 486: Chapter 291

In the next few hours, the atmosphere in the room bizarrely became exceptionally harmonious.

The two engaged in a friendly and fruitful discussion on how to play the high-level role of a "three-faced spy" effectively.

Fang Cheng patiently taught Xu Hao some basic counter-surveillance and secure contact techniques.

These methods mostly originated from scattered memories of movies and TV shows from a past life, which, though not systematic, proved extremely practical for the current situation.

For instance, how to use public places for non-contact information transfer, how to identify basic surveillance devices and tracking signs, and how to smoothly obtain secret materials.

Also, several predefined gestures with special meanings and linguistic codes used during their contacts.

Fang Cheng explained clearly and meticulously, with a well-organized structure, even simulating a few scenarios on the spot for Xu Hao to practice.

Xu Hao listened with a hidden sense of alarm, looking at Fang Cheng with increasing apprehension, silently questioning.

Could this guy have actually worked as a secret agent before? The tactics seem too practiced.

At the same time, he completely dispelled any naive thoughts of bluffing through.

This new "boss" is meticulous and shrewd, certainly not someone easy to fool.

As the "lessons" concluded, Fang Cheng looked at Xu Hao, who had basically grasped the essentials, and issued his first formal task:

"You have three days to mobilize all relationships you can, find out Noah Organization’s current investigation progress on me personally, how much information they have gathered, and what’s their next step. Can you do it?"

Xu Hao took a deep breath, shed his previous student-like demeanor, and showed a solemn expression:

"I’ll do my best."

"Good."

Seeing him agree so readily, Fang Cheng nodded satisfactorily.

Although Xu Hao himself has questionable loyalty and limited capability, if used well, he will definitely be a valuable card in the ever-shifting situation.

The path ahead remains shrouded in fog, full of dangers, but at least for now, Fang Cheng has more winning chips in hand.

Xu Hao sat on the sofa, similarly secretly determined.

No matter what, he must survive in this dangerous game.

Because he still had very important things to accomplish, he absolutely couldn’t die here without understanding!

The room fell into a momentary silence again, leaving only the sounds of their breathing and the faint noises of city hustle from outside the window.

Xu Hao was pondering how to start the investigation when he suddenly felt something strange.

The room seemed... too quiet.

He abruptly raised his head, shocked to discover.

Fang Cheng, who had been sitting on the opposite sofa, had disappeared without a trace.

Xu Hao got up suddenly and rushed to the door in a few steps, only to see the door ajar, with the hallway outside silent.

The few little brothers responsible for guarding were sprawled on the ground.

Each sleeping deeply, some with drool hanging from the corner of their mouths, almost reaching their collars.

"Damn it, get up!"

Xu Hao cursed under his breath, and kicked each one awake.

The little brothers woke up, rubbing their sleepy eyes and their slightly aching back heads, looking at their boss in confusion.

"Hao...Hao ge, what’s wrong?"

"Huh, why did I fall asleep..."

"Sleep your damn sleep!"

Seeing their silly expressions, Xu Hao’s anger rose, but recalling the elusive Fang Cheng, he was too lazy to scold them further:

"What happened? I’m discussing something with a friend, and you’re snoring at the door. Trying to entertain me? Go, go, go, wash your faces and be more spirited."

He waved his hand, which helped cover for Fang Cheng who had left.

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

In the evening.

Jiangdong District, Global Elite Fighting Club.

The afterglow of the sunset cast long, warm light spots on the floor through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows.

Inside the training hall, the students had already gradually left, and the noise was dissipating.

Only the occasional echoes of equipment collisions and the humming sound of the air conditioner remained, highlighting the vast and quiet space.

Fang Cheng, shirtless, was vigorously punching a large sandbag.

Sweat slid down the distinct muscle lines.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Each punch was powerful and solid, causing the sturdy sandbag to sway violently, producing a creaking sound from the overloaded steel frame.

With Fang Cheng’s current constitution, this level of training would hardly bring much skill experience growth.

Yet he continued unabated, as if the hanging sandbag was not a sandbag at all, but an enemy lurking in the shadows.

Fang Cheng used this pure, intense physical collision to vent the pressure in his heart, while also sorting through his chaotic thoughts.

The brief clash with the Special Search Team, although it didn’t expose his true identity, the mistaken title of "White Owl" must have been firmly remembered by the others, and there would be no shortage of troubles ahead.

And the mysterious Noah Organization, like an invisible net, was slowly closing in from the dark.

They had already begun investigating him, once confirming his hidden true identity, the consequences would be unimaginable.

In the past two days, Fang Cheng has been vigilant at all times, whether around his residence or on his way to work, he carefully watched his surroundings.

But with his now far superior sensory perception, he hadn’t detected any obvious signs of tracking or surveillance.

Perhaps the Noah Organization’s investigation really was still in its very early stages, having only mastered some basic information, without taking substantial action yet.