Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups

Chapter 1314 - 637:

Mr. Chen was in tears, repeatedly begging for mercy.

The meticulously styled slicked-back hair was now disheveled, sticking to his forehead, which was drenched with cold sweat.

He had no choice, standing before this Killing God who regarded human life as worthless.

If he didn’t quickly concede, his fate would be like Wei Qiang’s, his head blasted open, turned into a mess of flesh.

Even though he had been mingling in the Martial World for years, he had never witnessed such inhumane brutality, and it shattered his courage.

Fang Cheng walked over, looking down at him:

"What is your relationship with Wei Qiang?"

"No relation, no relation!"

Mr. Chen, terrified, waved his hands repeatedly, hurried to dissociate himself:

"I’m in the liquor business, I have absolutely nothing to do with that bastard Wei Qiang!"

"I only came today to collect a debt. That bastard owes me three million for goods. If I had known he offended you, sir, I wouldn’t have dared come even with ten times my courage!"

Fang Cheng tossed the blood-stained tissue in his hand onto the nearby corpse, asking indifferently:

"You’re also in the underworld, aren’t you?"

Hearing the undisguised murderous intent in his tone, Mr. Chen shuddered violently, shaking his head like a rattle:

"No! I quit a long time ago! I’m not one of them anymore!"

He couldn’t help but glance at Wei Qiang, whose head was smashed like a rotten watermelon, shuddered again, crying as he slapped himself:

"Brother, I was confused before, took a wrong path, but now I’ve truly reformed!"

"I swear, from now on I’ll eat vegetarian, chant prayers, build bridges, repair roads, and be a law-abiding good person. Just let me go like a fart!"

Fang Cheng remained noncommittal, speaking in an indifferent tone:

"Explain your situation clearly. Lie even a little, and you’ll end up like Wei Qiang."

Meeting those cold eyes, Mr. Chen’s mental defense completely collapsed, immediately spilling the beans:

"I’ll talk! I’ll talk! My name is Chen Fuan, I’m forty-nine this year, and I’m the Leader of the ’Green Wolf Gang’ south of the city..."

As soon as he spoke, he suddenly realized he just claimed he’s not in a gang, startling himself into slapping his face twice, quickly trying to remedy:

"Brother, I’m not lying to you! I truly intend to wash my hands of all this and hand over my territory, completely quitting the Martial World!"

Desperate to survive, he continued to sever ties, gritting his teeth in anger:

"I have absolutely no ties with the Poison Snake Gang, only hatred!"

"Last month, that bastard Wei Qiang led people to smash my places and snatched two of my streets. If it weren’t for hearing he recently found some tough backing, no way would I, Chen Hao, swallow this indignation and come to his place today to discuss some bullshit business!"

"Really, you have to believe me, if I lied even once, let the skies strike me with lightning!"

"Alright, I believe you."

Fang Cheng nodded, then instructed: "Now I’m giving you a task."

Mr. Chen froze for a moment, not even wiping the tears off his face, stuttering as he asked:

"A... task?"

"What happened here today was all done by your gang, it has nothing to do with me."

Fang Cheng’s tone was calm, as if stating a predetermined fact.

After all, Mr. Chen had been rolling around the Martial World for many years, his mind turned quickly.

He was momentarily stunned, then immediately understood Fang Cheng’s meaning.

"You mean... for us to take the blame?"

Mr. Chen, looking at the bloody, gory scene, swallowed a gulp.

"Can you do it?"

Fang Cheng raised an eyebrow, asked in a deep voice.

"Absolutely! Definitely can!"

Mr. Chen, as if grabbing a lifeline, eyes suddenly brightened, pounded his chest in assurance:

"Brother, rest assured! Our gang and the Poison Snake Gang have long-standing friction over territory, grudges have accumulated over time."

"I’ll call immediately, have two carloads of brothers bring machetes over, smash this place to bits, disguise it as a gang fight scene. And the surveillance footage here, I’ll have all of it destroyed!"

Desperate to show his value, he racked his brains to offer advice:

"After finishing the task, I’ll arrange for several loyal, reliable little brothers to voluntarily go to the station and turn themselves in, claiming it was purely due to personal grievances that led to a bloody fight!"

As he spoke, he frantically pulled his phone from his pocket, afraid Fang Cheng might change his mind:

"I promise you can trust me, I’ll make sure nothing leads back to you, I’ll make the call now, right now!"

Fang Cheng nodded slightly and no longer paid any attention to the frantic Mr. Chen.

His gaze shifted, sweeping over the lounge that resembled a slaughterhouse.

Earlier in the outer hall, because of concern for the surveillance cameras and the innocent waitstaff present, he had deliberately held back, only severely injuring those thugs without being fatal.

But this lounge, which served as a gang leader’s lair, meant for business discussions and shady dealings, had no surveillance equipment installed.

With no concerns, he simply let loose, slaughtering freely.

With this thought, Fang Cheng turned around, looking at Wang Li, who was still frozen in the corner like a wooden chicken.

At this moment, Wang Li’s eyes held no fear, only indescribable shock and the thrill of having survived a calamity.

He looked at Fang Cheng, his lips moved, but no words came out, his legs gave way, bringing him to his knees as he kowtowed.

Fang Cheng took a step forward, reached out, and grabbed his arm, pulling him up firmly.

"Alright, I’ve avenged you."

Then, he glanced past the corpses scattered across the floor, towards the secret door at the back of the lounge:

"Now, you can go find your daughter."

With his extraordinary sense of hearing, Fang Cheng had already caught the faint sobs coming from behind the thick secret door.