In the corridor, the atmosphere was a little stagnant for a while.
The two security guards of Councilman Zhao had sharp eyes, still staring at the closed elevator door, and subconsciously pressed their hands on the inside of Suit.
The Red-Faced Elder's eyes flickered slightly, with some thought.
The elevator's down indicator light came on, and several people waited quietly.
"Old Dong, what's wrong?"
The middle-aged man known as "Councilman Zhao" asked with a steady voice.
"Oh, nothing."
Red-Faced Elder came back to his senses and shook his head:
"The young man in the elevator just now reminded me of an old friend. Maybe I saw it wrong."
Councilman Zhao nodded slightly and did not ask further questions. Instead, he patted the old man on the shoulder and said in a sincere tone:
"Old Dong, thanks to your advice and support in the legal community this time, I was able to Turn Danger into Safety and Congress win this critical round."
"I have remembered this feeling."
His tone of voice was neither fast nor slow, but it had a convincing power.
"Councilman Zhao, you are serious in your words. It is within my generation to stir up the turmoil and raise the turmoil."
The old man quickly waved his hand and said seriously, "Even without me, with your ability and reputation, you can still get through it safely."
The young assistant next to him, who had been waiting quietly, answered the call with a perfect smile:
"Elder Dong You are so humble. Councilor often tells us in private that you are our Jiang Taigong, Zhang Zifang. With you here, everyone feels at ease."
These words not only praised Elder Dong, but also showed how much Councilman Zhao relied on him.
Councilman Zhao glanced at the assistant approvingly, then smiled and shook his head, with a trace of subtle meaning flashing in his eyes.
Just then, there was a "ding" sound and another elevator arrived.
Soft light shines from the ceiling of the aisle, reflecting the dark red carpet under the feet of several people, and also outlines the thin and calm figure of Councilman Zhao.
The elevator door slid open slowly, and he took the lead in making a "please" gesture with a calm demeanor.
Eastern Capital The night was brilliant, and skyscrapers were retreating rapidly outside the window.
The black SUV drives smoothly on the road.
Fang Cheng is holding the steering wheel with a focused expression.
In the back seat, Li Dingjian was already asleep and snoring slightly.
Wen Xin was also tired, and his little head was leaning on Zhou Xiumei's shoulder little by little.
"Cheng Cheng."
Li Biyun finally couldn't help but ask, "What happened in the elevator just now? And where is your friend named Ma?"
Zhou Xiumei also cast a concerned look.
"Nothing."
Fang Cheng's tone was very calm:
"Those two are Ma Donghe's old classmates, and we happened to meet them here."
"I recognized them and wanted to chat for a while, but it turned out that they drank too much, so Donghe took them to the nearby Hotel to get a room and settle them in."
This explanation is obviously a bit far-fetched, Li Biyun looked a little suspicious in his eyes.
But seeing that her son didn't want to say more, she didn't ask again.
Zhou Xiumei hugged Wen Xin quietly, but his eyes passed over Fang Cheng's face in the rearview mirror, with a little worry in his eyes.
Fang Cheng held the steering wheel firmly with both hands and looked through the windshield Glass.
Looking at the traffic flow formed by countless taillights in the distance, his eyes flickered, thoughtfully.
At the same time, in a dark alley not far from Wangjiang Tower.
The place is damp and dirty, and the sour smell of overflowing trash cans mixed with the smell of inferior Cigarette is disgusting.
Pat, pat--
Heavy objects were continuously thrown to the ground.
It sounds like someone is playing an extremely violent wrestling game here.
After several muffled screams and the muffled sound of bones colliding, the only sound left in the alley was heavy breathing.
A couple passing by the alley heard the movement inside and took a curious look.
Then he turned pale, tightened his arms, and left quickly, almost at a trot, as if there was an evil ghost chasing behind him.
Stab--
The sound of tires screeching across the quiet Street, a white van without a license plate suddenly stopped at the alley.
The car door opened with a "clatter", and several young men holding iron rods and Watermelon Knife jumped out.
They were wearing fancy vests and had drawings on their arms, and they looked like they were not serious people.
"Brother, where are you?"
A Huang Mao shouted first:
"We have brought all the guys here. I guarantee that the bastards who dare to offend Brother Cheng and you will know how many eyes Lord Ma has!"
"Yes, Ma Ge."
Another strong man followed suit and shouted fiercely, "Which leg or arm should you remove? Or should you just stab him to death?"
Several people rushed into the alley with a roar, but were stunned by the sight in front of them.
In the darkness, a figure as strong as a bear was sitting astride another person, seeming to be muttering something.
"Grandma, what's going on? Are all Assassins so careless now?"
Hearing the shout, the figure stood up, turned around, and slowly lifted up his pants.
The boys took a closer look and saw two men lying on the ground.
At this moment, his clothes were disheveled, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, his mouth was bloodshot, and he had completely passed out.
Looking at his eldest brother's appearance as he just finished "exercising", the eyes of the younger brothers suddenly became strange and they looked at each other in confusion.
Ma Donghe didn't pay attention to their gazes, grinned, revealing a mouth of white teeth that looked particularly scary in the dark:
"Hurry up and take these two bastards back to the base. I have to take good care of them tonight."
He added an accent to the word "serve", which meant that he wanted to use torture for interrogation.
But when these words fell into the ears of a group of younger brothers who already had some dirty thoughts, the taste completely changed.
They were all agitated and shivering, and then looked at the two unconscious men on the ground.
His eyes were already full of sympathy and awe.
Sympathy for the two unlucky guys, and respect for his elder brother.
"Yes, brother!"
The boys didn't dare to ask any more questions, so they hurriedly answered and hurriedly picked up the two half-dead Assassins and dragged them to the van like sacks.
Ma Donghe clenched his fists, his joints made a "clicking" sound, and whispered to himself with satisfaction:
"Secluded Cultivation After practicing hard for so long, it seems that my strength has really improved a lot..."
At this moment, a broken Earpiece on the ground suddenly heard a hurried call:
"Night Owl, hound, please answer if you hear..."
"What happened? Why did the target leave safely? Report your location immediately..."
Ma Donghe raised his eyebrows, raised his foot, and stepped on it hard.
Click!
Communicator completely turned into a pile of plastic fragments, and the sound stopped abruptly.
The van Engine started up, beeped twice, quickly merged into the traffic flow on the main road, and disappeared.
Only that deserted alley was left, swallowed up again by Shadows and silence under the city's Neon Lights lights.
It was just after five o'clock in the morning.
Under the faint morning light, Old Factory Street looks particularly quiet and peaceful.
The sky is a calm and deep dark blue.
The outlines of buildings in the distance are vaguely visible, as if the entire city has not yet completely emerged from the night.
On the rooftop of Sleeve Building, a figure stands on the square Concrete water tank.
To be more precise, you should put your hands on the ground, lift your feet off the ground, and hang your body in the air.
If you zoom in closer, you can even see that the only ones supporting his whole body weight are Index Finger on his left and right hands.
That figure actually practiced the difficult Handstand Push-Ups action here in an incredible way.
Press two fingers on the rough surface of Cement, as if steel nails are driven into it, firmly supporting and controlling the body to prevent it from falling over.
Every time the bent arm sinks, and then Exert Force is lifted up, the muscles of the upper body rise and fall clearly like living creatures, and rise high.
The morning breeze kept blowing across the rooftop, bringing a bit of coolness, but it couldn't shake his body in the slightest.
The figure stands like a flagpole on the rooftop, watching over the sleeping city.
Residential buildings are scattered nearby, and high-rise buildings are gradually becoming clearer in the distance.
It seems to have become a stage background for him to show off his toned muscles and extraordinary figure.
"..."
"498."
"499."
"500."
As the bent arms sink for the last time, Fang Cheng recite the count silently, and the arms and shoulder and back muscles work together Exert Force to violently push the body to the top.
Then the core of the waist and abdomen tightened, the legs drew a graceful arc in the air, landed lightly, and stood up straight again.
A light blue light screen appeared in front of my eyes.
[Handstand Push-Ups experience +15]
[Handstand Push-Ups Lv2(470/500)]
"It will be Level Up in a few days..."
Looking at Experience Progress Bar, which was about to be filled, Fang Cheng whispered to himself, his eyes showing anticipation.
After taking a short rest and adjusting the rhythm of your breathing, you immediately lean down to the ground and dive into the next training event.
One-Finger Push-Ups.
In order to prepare for Final Round's exam these days, and to reassure her mother, Fang Cheng has been living in Old Factory Street's home.
Without the professional training equipment equipped in Haitian Garden's house, we can only practice intensively the six arts of Prisoner's Fitness according to local conditions.
Fang Cheng's tentative morning exercise plan is:
500 pcs Two-Finger Handstand Push-Up, 600 pcs One-Finger Hanging Leg Raise, 600 pcs One-Finger Pull-Up, 800 pcs One-Finger Push-Ups, 800 pcs single leg Back Bridge, 1000 Single-Leg Squats.
Compared with the previous extreme weight-bearing training in the gym, this set of bodyweight training is actually much easier in terms of intensity, and there is no pressure to practice.
Just because there are so many times, the frequency of actions must be accelerated to complete it before dawn.
As a result, the efficiency of exercise is not as thorough as in the past when exerting force slowly.
After all, only by prolonging the eccentric and concentric processes of movements as much as possible can the tearing and growth of muscle fibers be more fully stimulated, thereby maximizing the control and endurance of the muscles throughout the body.
In addition, there is a little difficulty.
When practicing One-Finger Pull-Up and Hanging Leg Raise, the old Water Pipe on the rooftop is too thick and round and is not suitable as a support point for Exert Force.
However, this is not insurmountable for Fang Cheng.
"Absolute Control"'s Skill Special Effect gives him perfect control over the power of his palms.
Coupled with the ten times stronger finger friction, the smooth Water Pipe was as stable as if it were glued to strong glue under his fingers.
As the morning exercise continues, the city's skyline is gradually rendered brighter on the dark blue background.
On Street, the rolling shutter door of Breakfast Shop was pulled up, making a "clattering" sound, occasionally mixed with a few coughs and vague conversations.
The crisp ringtone of the bicycle also came from far away, accompanied by the low hum of the car Engine starting.
Various sounds began to interweave together to compose the morning song of the city's awakening.
When the last item One-Finger Pull-Up was also declared completed, Fang Cheng let out a long sigh of relief.
His legs landed on the ground, his toes touched the ground lightly, and as if he had no weight, he quietly jumped onto the Concrete water tank again.
At this time, the first ray of sunlight finally penetrated the gap between the tall buildings and fell on the old Sleeve Building rooftop.
Fang Cheng The muscle lines all over the body are clearly outlined, and the bronze skin reflects an oily texture.
He stood on the top of the water tank, overlooking the street scene below that was gradually coming to life, and stretched his muscles casually.
Then, he sank down and immediately faced the rising sun, practicing Shadow Boxing in this small area.
His movements do not pursue speed, each move is clearly visible, his advance and retreat are well-founded, and his momentum is calm.
Each strike contains inner energy, which is hidden but not revealed, and focuses more on the connection between moves and the use of skills.
Even so, the dull sound of breaking through the air still sounded in the air, and the howling of the wind continued.
Just like Master Qi Gong on TV, every punch he throws has its own sound effects.
Until the five Combat Skill exercises are completed, the morning exercise enters the final finishing stage - Qi Gong conditioning.
"Hululu--"
Fang Cheng focused his attention, carrying Vitality, and made a faint sound between his breaths.
Rumble--
For a moment, the muscles, joints and even blood all over his body trembled in unison, continuously emitting a low resonance sound.
Within a few breaths, the whole person felt like a boiling kettle.
From the legs, arms, shoulders and even the top of the head, faint white smoke is constantly coming out and rising.
However, this scene is not obvious if viewed from a distance.
With the improvement of Qi Gong Skill Level, Fang Cheng has already become proficient in controlling the operation temperature of True Qi.
I will deliberately restrain myself during practice to avoid making too much noise and causing unnecessary trouble.
He Hollow Chest, Rounded Back, his waist sank, and his legs were rooted to the Cement ground like the roots of an old tree.
Maintain the Standing Meditation posture, continue to inhale and exhale, and repeat.
About fifteen minutes later, my face turned rosy and the white smoke on my body gradually decreased until it completely disappeared.
"Hu--"
Fang Cheng The throat joint rolls like a tiger or leopard roaring.
Two clearly visible white air arrows were immediately sprayed out from his nostrils and shot several meters away before dissipating in the air.
After finishing the exercise, Fang Cheng stood up straight, shook his arms and shoulders, and kicked his legs again.
I just feel so comfortable all over my body, and every pore seems extremely transparent.
Before my eyes, the new Prompt Information appeared.
[Qi Gong experience +3]
[Qi Gong lv2(120/500)]
Fang Cheng The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
Even though I just finished a high-intensity morning exercise, I feel full of energy and vitality.
Even if an enemy appears Kizami Tsuki at this time, he can immediately explode his whole body into the battle.
Fang Cheng twisted his neck and shoulders and made a "cracking" sound.
Seeing the sun rising, I raised my wrist and glanced at Sports Watch.
Already 6:35.
There is also Interview from Graduate School Re-examination this morning.
At this point, Mom should have already gotten up and is busy making breakfast for himself.
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng quickly jumped down from the water tank with a light Side Flip on his side, and landed steadily back on the rooftop.
Then, he picked up the jacket and trousers that were thrown aside and quickly put them on.
There is actually not much anxiety about the upcoming Interview and Fang Cheng.
If it were six months ago, he might have been nervous or even stage frightened when facing examiners who could decide his Fate future.
But now...
Fitness brings not only strong muscles, but also a kind of self-confidence that comes from life Essence.
Today's Fang Cheng has long been out of the category of ordinary people.
Strictly speaking, he is a kind of Higher-Tier Humanoid.
Can you imagine a sane adult feeling awkward or stammering when facing a five or six-year-old child?
The gap does not come from intelligence or social status, but a fundamental difference in life levels.
Just like a wolf observing a sheep.
There is scrutiny, there is analysis, there may even be curiosity.
But there will be no tension or fear.
This is how Fang Cheng treats those examiners now!