Think briefly for a few seconds.
Fang Cheng coughed slightly, then pretended not to know and asked:
"What is your mission in this operation?"
"I'm just going to relax outside, clean up the place, and deal with possible emergencies. To put it bluntly, I'm just a handyman."
Xu Hao's tone was somewhat self-deprecating.
Then, he asked tentatively:
"Boss, do we... need to do something? For example, send a message to that Cheng Jiashu to make him less likely to be caught?"
Fang Cheng A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
This Xu Hao actually has some sharp eyesight and knows how to take the initiative to share his worries.
So I followed the trend and gave him a task:
"Bring me a message to Cheng Jiashu."
"Ah?!"
Xu Hao suddenly widened his eyes and exclaimed.
Then he quickly covered his mouth as if his tongue was burned.
He looked embarrassed and complained in his mind:
"Boss, this... this is no joke!"
"Let's not talk about how I can get in touch with Noah Organization without being discovered. Just thinking about it makes me feel so scared just thinking about having close contact with that perverted murderer!"
Fang Cheng did not continue to make this joke, changed the topic and asked:
"There should be a secret way of contacting you and Special Search Team, right?"
Xu Hao's voice obviously hesitated, and he responded hesitantly in his mind:
"Well... occasionally there's something... um..."
"I don't want to know about any shady activities between you."
Fang Cheng interrupted his hesitation and his tone became serious:
"As Special Search Team's undercover agent placed in Noah, your purpose must also be to deal with this organization. Now, you can pass the relevant information about Noah Organization's operation tomorrow night to the people of Special Search Team."
"Boss, what do you mean..."
Xu Hao couldn't help but froze when he heard this, his voice was a little surprised and confused.
"However, the content of the information needs to be slightly modified."
Fang Cheng did not explain too much and continued:
"Just say that Noah Organization is in urgent need of experimental materials and is planning to attack Home of Morning Light's children and arrest them all."
"Also, you cannot tell Special Search Team this information now. You must wait until Cheng Jiashu appears after Orphanage, and then find the right time to leak this information."
Xu Hao was half-understood and half-confused, and didn't understand what kind of medicine Fang Cheng was selling in the gourd.
But he didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he could only answer incessantly.
Then, Fang Cheng carefully instructed:
"Your first priority in this operation is to ensure your own safety."
"Under this premise, focus on helping me figure out the specific abilities of the several Noah Organization masters who participated in this operation, as well as their usual addresses, which are used to conceal their identities from the outside world. The more detailed this information is, the better."
This is undoubtedly a difficult and Danger task.
But Xu Hao knew that he had no room for bargaining, so he could only bite the bullet and agree:
"Yes, boss, I will try my best to do it, but... time is so short, how can I pass the information to you by then?"
"There's no need to rush for perfection."
Fang Cheng answered unhurriedly:
"You should first focus on Senior Cadre, one of the leaders, and investigate his details."
"Once you get valuable information, recite my name silently in your heart. At that time, I will establish Mental Link with you and get in touch."
After a pause, Fang Cheng seemed to weigh it, and then threw out a task reward that was enough to make Xu Hao's heart beat faster.
"After this operation is successfully completed, I will arrange to meet with you and then personally guide you in practicing the high-level Cultivation Method of "Great Sun Burning Body Art"."
Xu Hao heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and he immediately responded confidently:
"I understand, boss, I promise to complete the mission!"
After some exchanges, the two ended the secret Mental Link.
The night is like ink, shrouding the silent Old Factory Street.
Occasionally, there are a few distant car horns or the vague voices of neighbors, faintly visible in the silent night sky.
In the bedroom, the curtains were tightly closed.
Desk Lamp emits a light yellow light, reflecting the chiseled profile of Fang Cheng.
Outside the door, mother Li Biyun shouted with concern:
"Cheng Cheng, it's past ten o'clock, are you still studying? How about I cook you a bowl of noodles to comfort your stomach?"
Fang Cheng heard this, opened his eyes, and raised his voice in response:
"No, Mom, I'll go to sleep right away."
After saying that, he reached out his hand and gently turned off Desk Lamp.
The room suddenly fell into a deep night.
Fang Cheng, shrouded in darkness, slightly curved his mouth.
Now, he has given Cheng Jiashu two choices.
If Cheng Jiashu chooses to believe the warning on the note and knows that Orphanage will have a fatal Trap target against him tomorrow, he chooses to hide and not go to Orphanage.
Then, you can naturally start your next plan and play the role that you and Cheng Jiashu share.
If, Cheng Jiashu still chooses to go to Orphanage desperately, trying to protect those children.
In that case, although things will be a little more troublesome, it is not impossible to deal with.
He also has ways to make the situation more chaotic and profit from it.
Everything depends on which path Cheng Jiashu wants to take.
And no matter what choice he makes, he is confident that he can steer this coming storm in the most favorable direction.
Fang Cheng was lying on the bed, with his hands behind his head and his eyes calmly looking at the ceiling.
The Neon Lights light outside the window flickers on and off, flashing with a blurry brilliance.
It seems to reflect the unknown undercurrent hidden in this city.
Four o'clock in the morning.
Darkness is like a thick velvet curtain, weighing heavily over the city.
There are rows of high-rise buildings in the distance, most of the windows are closed.
There were only a few scattered lights, flickering slightly in the boundless darkness, like the sparse eyes of a sleeping giant.
On Street, the dim street lamp swayed gently in the cold wind, and the halo of light cast a long reflection on the ground.
Occasionally, there will be night vehicles hurriedly passing by with a dull Engine sound.
The sound of tires scraping against the ground briefly tore apart the dead silence, and then was quickly swallowed up again.
At this time, it is the darkest time of night.
A figure, like Ghost in the dark night, appeared quietly on the rooftop of this old Sleeve Building.
He first moved his hands and feet, and his muscles and bones made a series of subtle but crisp pops.
A few simple stretches, squats, and jumps will initially awaken the body's functions.
Then, he walked to a thick fixed Water Pipe on the edge of the rooftop.
The Water Pipe is more than two meters high, and the cold metal exudes a chill before Morning Dawn arrives.
The figure is topless, wearing only shorts and a thick Cowhide belt around his waist.
There is a circle of strong metal buckles evenly distributed on the outside of the belt.
At this moment, six dark and heavy circular Barbell pieces are firmly hanging on it through special short steel wire cables.
Each piece is marked with 25kg, which adds up to an additional 150kg.
This weight is enough to make an ordinary strong man breathless.
However, this figure seemed not to feel this heavy pressure.
Hold the cold Water Pipe firmly with both hands and take a deep breath.
The next moment, the muscles in the waist and abdomen Exert Force, and the muscles in both arms suddenly tensed and knotted, like tangled tree roots.
Carrying that astonishing weight, the body was pulled up and down steadily and rhythmically.
Once, twice, three times...
His breathing was steady and powerful, and his movements were standard and smooth, without any reluctance or delay.
A set of 100 Pull-Ups movements was completed, and there was not even sweat on the forehead.
"Uu..."
Fang Cheng took a breath, let go of his hands lightly, used his Supernatural's Airtime Ability, and landed his feet firmly on the Cement ground.
The whole process made almost no sound, as light as a civet cat.
He didn't want to disturb his sleeping neighbors downstairs at this moment of complete silence.
After jumping down smoothly, Fang Cheng took off the weight-bearing Barbell pieces from his waist and put them neatly aside.
Today, he woke up at four o'clock in the morning.
Winter passes and spring comes, and the stars change.
The daylight hours are getting longer and the dawn is getting earlier and earlier.
In order to avoid being accidentally bumped into by others during morning exercises, Fang Cheng had to further advance his work and rest time.
Therefore, when it was still pitch black outside and the whole Sleeve Building was still shrouded in deep sleep.
He had already dressed neatly and carefully moved the training equipment prepared last night to the rooftop.
During the operation, I was afraid that I would make a little noise and wake up my mother who was sleeping soundly in the next room.
Easily completed the first item of today's morning exercise, the first set of official items.
Fang Cheng took a short rest and then leaned down.
Use only Index Finger of your right hand to support the weight of the entire body and start practicing One-Finger Push-Ups.
The hard Cement ground seemed to turn into a soft quagmire under his single finger.
Every time you sink and hold up, you challenge the limits of Finger Bones and your muscles.
You can even hear a slight "chichi" sound when your fingertips rub against the ground.
It was a manifestation of inhuman strength and high concentration.
Group after group, item after item.
Fang Cheng trains his physical fitness tirelessly and repeatedly.
When the last group of Weighted Squat ended, a hint of Fish Belly White appeared in the sky.
The huge black silhouette of the city slowly revealed its clear outline under the gradually brightening skylight.
Fang Cheng stood up and exhaled a long breath of turbid air with white mist.
Today's Physical Training intensity has actually decreased compared to previous days.
In order to prepare for the upcoming battle, Fang Cheng plans to put more energy into polishing Combat's skills.
Especially, the Sanda skill that is about to usher in a breakthrough.
He looked up and saw the Concrete water tank in the dim light.
Then he stood up and jumped straight up like a big bird, jumping to the top of the water tank easily.
Standing on it, Fang Cheng first binds Horse Stance, exhales, and allows the Vitality operation of the body to stabilize, quickly recovering the consumed physical strength.
After a while, he slowly opened his posture.
His shoulders slumped and his elbows dropped, Hollow Chest, Rounded Back, his eyes stared forward, and his whole aura suddenly changed.
The next moment, he moved.
The left foot suddenly stepped forward, and the right fist struck in a straight line like a cannonball, creating a fierce punching wind.
Jab!
Immediately afterwards, Exert Force, the waist and hip, drove the right fist to draw a rapid arc, hitting the imaginary opponent's ribs directly.
Swing!
Before the offensive stopped, his body sank slightly and his right leg swept out like a steel whip, aiming at the opponent's lower body.
Low Whip Kick!
Every movement was clean and neat, as if they had stepped out of the Sanda textbook.
At the same time, he tried his best to restrain his strength to avoid making a terrifying Sonic Boom sound.
However, the sound of Fist and Foot breaking through the sky was still very clear on the silent rooftop, making a "whirring" sound.
Fang Cheng stood in this narrow place with a diameter of only 2 meters and started playing Shadow Boxing.
Sometimes it's like Fierce Tiger going down the mountain, fierce and unassuming, Fist and Foot opening and closing widely.
Sometimes he is like a spiritual ape playing in the water, his body is erratic and he moves around.
Straight Punch, Hook, Whip Kick, Front Kick, catch and throw...
Various classic moves in Sanda are performed smoothly in his hands, with natural connections and no sluggishness.
Every attack he makes is not only an explosion of muscle power, but also precise control of timing, distance, and angle.
It was as if there was really an invisible powerful opponent standing in front of him, forcing him to perfect every offensive and defensive detail.
The sky lit up little by little.
From the initial gray, it was gradually dyed with a faint crimson, and then turned to a magnificent orange.
The sun is like golden quicksand, passing through the gaps between the city buildings and gently falling on the rooftops.
That focused and vigorous figure was also coated with a faint halo.
Fang Cheng is constantly changing its body shape in the reflection of Morning Dawn, waving Fist and Foot.
Sweat had already soaked into his body, glistening and outlining his angular muscle lines particularly clearly.
But he didn't realize it, still immersed in Sanda's drill, and every cell was eager for the release and sublimation of power.
At the same time, several Prompt Information slowly appeared in front of his eyes.
[Sanda Experience+1]
[Sanda Experience+1]
[Sanda Experience+1]
Just as he turned around fiercely and swung his legs, causing a violent sound of wind, and was about to end his momentum--
Buzz!
The Skill Panel in front of Fang Cheng burst out into a bright light like the rising sun without any warning!
In the light, lines of familiar words emerged, but with a new and exciting meaning.
[Congratulations, after hard work and persistence far beyond ordinary people, your skills have successfully broken through and reached Grandmaster Level]
[Sanda LV3(0/1000)]
[Get Skill Enhancement Reward, 12 points Free Attributes]
Looking at the shining Panel, an indescribable sense of joy and satisfaction surged from the bottom of Fang Cheng's heart and spread throughout his limbs.
It was as if the long-term depression and accumulation were slightly released at this moment.
Fang Cheng could clearly realize that his understanding of Sanda, a fighting technique, and his body's use of related techniques had been elevated to a whole new level.
Subconsciously, he clenched his fists and felt the power belonging to Martial Artist that seemed to be gushing out from his body.
Fang Cheng's eyes sparkled with real passion and fighting spirit.