Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups

Chapter 1313 - 636:

Wei Qiang’s gaze swept over Wang Li’s face, suddenly realizing.

He snorted, sitting back on the wide leather boss chair, legs crossed on the mahogany desk:

"Oh, after all this time, it’s that useless old father of the girl student."

He flicked the ash off his cigar, chin slightly raised, expression arrogant:

"Did you bring the money?"

Wang Li, under his sinister gaze, instantly lost his momentum, lips trembling:

"The money... the money is here, but I must see the person first..."

"Old fool, is water in your brain?"

Wei Qiang’s face turned cold, he stubbed out the half cigar forcefully in a crystal ashtray, stood up, and cursed:

"In the Martial World, I’m a well-known figure, I always follow the rules. No negotiations, do you think by bringing some Kung Fu pretty boy, you can threaten me?"

After arrogantly cursing, he looked mockingly at Fang Cheng, pointing a finger in the air.

"What era do you think this is? Do you think relying on martial arts can make you domineer?"

As soon as the words fell, Wei Qiang abruptly opened the desk drawer, pulling out a black pistol, the dark muzzle directly aimed at Fang Cheng.

Meanwhile, two henchmen standing by the table swiftly lifted their shirts, each drawing a gun, muzzles also leveling on Fang Cheng.

Another two muscular men wearing tight elastic shirts, their muscles bulging, clenched their fists, finger joints cracking "ka-ka" crisply.

They sneered, closing in from both sides, cutting off Fang Cheng’s retreat.

Wei Qiang, holding the gun, regained his calm control over the situation.

He started to laugh complacently, eyes unabashedly sizing up Fang Cheng:

"Can you fight well? Does fighting do any good? In the streets, power matters!"

"Do you see the current situation clearly? I have many men and horses, guns and money. You alone, what do you have to fight with me?"

He tapped the table with the gun barrel, making a crisp metallic clink.

"Now, immediately kneel down, kowtow three times, and leave the money in your bag as repair expenses for wrecking my scene."

"Otherwise, today not just that little bitch has to be at my mercy, you have to stay too."

As he spoke, Wei Qiang’s gaze swept over Fang Cheng’s face, smile growing more reckless:

"Looking at your tender skin and flesh, perhaps there are bosses with special preferences willing to pay a good price for you."

"Hahaha—"

The four henchmen burst out in piercing laughter.

Fang Cheng stood still, not even raising an eyelid.

Having listened quietly to Wei Qiang’s rant, he slightly tilted his head, asking:

"Are you finished?"

Wei Qiang’s smile stiffened.

"Finished talking, you waste can get going."

Fang Cheng stepped forward, directly heading towards the desk despite the muzzles of three guns.

Wei Qiang, holding up the gun, barked fiercely:

"Stop! One more step and I’ll shoot!"

Fang Cheng didn’t pause, treating his warning as nonexistent.

Completely disregarded, Wei Qiang’s fury, fueled by humiliation, flared instantly.

With a ferocious look, he roared viciously:

"Ungrateful bastard, I’ll send you to hell first!"

As he spoke, his finger tightened on the trigger.

"Bang!"

The deafening gunshot exploded in the enclosed room, the muzzle spouting a burst of orange flame.

Fang Cheng made no dodging movement.

In his vision, the bronze bullet emerged past the barrel, dragging a slow trajectory through the air, even the air currents’ ripples from its friction were clearly visible.

Snap!

As the bullet approached, Fang Cheng’s hand shot out, thumb and middle finger pinching it precisely mid-air.

The scene seemed to freeze at this moment.

The echo of the gunshot still reverberated indoors, but the anticipated scene of blood splatter did not occur.

Everyone’s eyes widened, encountering a hair-raising sight.

The deadly bullet was firmly caught between Fang Cheng’s two fingers!

The entire room plunged into a deathly silence.

Wei Qiang maintained his gun-raising posture, eyes nearly bulging out, mouth slightly agape in shock.

Standing at the door, Mr. Chen’s legs went weak, if not for the bodyguard’s support, he would’ve collapsed onto the floor.

Wang Li shrunk in the corner, mind blank.

At the moment the gun fired earlier, he was too scared to look at Fang Cheng.

Now seeing that bullet clamped by fingers, felt as if his worldview was crumbling piece by piece.

Originally, he thought Fang Cheng was just highly skilled in combat, but now he realized that the helper he had hired wasn’t human at all, but a monster disguised in human skin.

Fang Cheng looked as usual, casually releasing two fingers.

"Ding."

A completely deformed, flat copper bullet dropped to the ground, making a crisp sound.

It’s important to know that Fang Cheng’s running speed can easily break through the sound barrier nowadays.

To him, bullets shot from a mere pistol are almost like slow motion.

Coupled with his extraordinary physical quality and years of extreme push-ups and pull-up training, the bones and muscles of his hands are as strong as steel.

With the effect of "Absolute Control" added, his finger strength can be said to be the most perverse part of his whole body.

Throwing bullets barehanded is a miracle for others.

To him, it’s just like taking something out of a pocket.

Fang Cheng didn’t give the enemy time to breathe.

At the moment the bullet landed, he immediately flashed his body, disappearing from his spot as if teleporting.

The muscular man on the left side was still unclear about what happened.

Fang Cheng had appeared in front of him, his right hand clawing forward, gripping the opponent’s face.

Then, his five fingers wedged into the skull like steel nails, his arm exerting force, swinging the more than two hundred-pound body of the muscular man up and smashing it fiercely to the ground.

"Boom!"

The marble tiles instantly shattered, the strong man’s cervical vertebrae snapped into several pieces under the terrifying impact, dying on the spot.

Seeing the situation, the strong man on the right side roared and threw a heavy punch.

Fang Cheng didn’t even look, raising a hand blade with his left hand, precisely striking the opponent’s throat.

Accompanied by the dull sound of the soft cartilage shattering completely, the strong man’s eyeballs protruded, his hands desperately covering his neck, making a "kan-kan" sound.

Soon, he coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell on his back.

The two gun-wielding cronies finally awakened, hurriedly turning the gun muzzles, wanting to shoot.

Fang Cheng flicked the half-broken solid wood door panel into the air with the tip of his foot.

With a fierce spinning kick, the thick wooden board roared out like a cannonball, directly smacking the crony on the left against the wall.

The sternum collapsed extensively, internal organs ruptured instantly, and the person slid down the wall like a mural.

The last gun-handling subordinate was terrified, his fingers continuously pulling the trigger, but due to excessive fear, the gun jammed.

Fang Cheng stepped forward, grabbing the muzzle with his right hand, and forcefully pushing it backward.

The metal gun grip, along with the opponent’s fingers, slammed into the man’s eye socket hard.

"Puff!"

After a brief scream, the red and white liquids flowed down the face.

The body was thrown out by the huge force, crashing into the back vase and chairs, falling into a heap.

Less than five seconds.

This massacre without suspense made the Poison Snake Gang’s four gold medal thugs completely annihilated.

Wei Qiang finally reacted, threw away the gun, and wanted to run towards the secret door in the lounge.

Fang Cheng took a step forward, reaching out his right hand, grabbing Wei Qiang’s collar, pulling him back like grabbing a chick.

Then, he clutched the wrist joint of his gun-holding right arm with his left hand, reversing it abruptly.

"Ah—"

Wei Qiang let out a pig-slaughtering howl, his entire right arm showing a bizarre twist, with eerie white bone tips directly piercing through the suit fabric.

"Wait, I’m willing to let people go! I can give you a lot of money!"

He struggled desperately, trying to beg for mercy.

Fang Cheng showed no sympathy, gripping Wei Qiang’s neck with one hand, lifting him into the air.

Then swung him like a sack, smashing him fiercely against the large mahogany boss desk.

"Boom!"

The sturdy mahogany desk broke in half.

Wei Qiang’s back of the head bore all the impact, the skull shattering instantly.

Brain matter mixed with blood gushed out, splattering the scattered documents and expensive cigars on the table.

This high-and-mighty Poison Snake Gang leader convulsed twice and then completely went quiet.

The slaughter ended.

The air was filled with a strong, pungent smell of blood.

The few remaining people on the scene stared dumbfounded at this scene, their stomachs turning over.

Fang Cheng casually grabbed a few facial tissues still intact on the table, carefully wiping the trace of bloodstains off his knuckles.

Then, he turned his head, his calm gaze landing on Mr. Chen at the door.

"Thunk!"

Mr. Chen couldn’t hold it any longer, his knees hitting the scattered wood debris heavily.

The two bodyguards who usually claimed one being worth ten now were scared out of their wits, following to kneel, not daring to even raise their heads.

"Big... Big bro! Ancestor! Spare us!"