Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups
Chapter 368 - 242_2

Chapter 368: Chapter 242_2

Li Dingjian glanced apologetically at Fang Cheng, hurriedly answered the phone, and placed it by his ear.

Then he simply said "Understood" before hanging up and bidding farewell to Fang Cheng:

"Ah Cheng, Uncle has to leave now, they’re urging me over there, remember what I told you!"

Fang Cheng stood at the doorway, watching his uncle’s hastily departing silhouette, silently retracting his gaze.

He couldn’t shake the odd feeling in his heart; his uncle had been acting mysteriously, like a different person lately.

Sometimes he couldn’t help but wonder if a ghost had possessed him.

Moreover, the voice that came through the phone earlier had a vaguely familiar tone.

It seemed like... the old man he met that time at Master Lin’s shop, the one with glasses and a gentle demeanor.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng turned and walked over to the window, looking down at the scene below.

In the afternoon sunlight, shadows splattered across the ground at the hotel entrance.

After a while, his uncle rushed out, carrying just a backpack, without his usual suitcase for business trips.

He glanced around briefly, quickly hailed a taxi with a raised hand, opened the door, and got in.

The taxi drove off, raising dust.

There was no one else accompanying him.

Fang Cheng’s tightly knit brows slightly relaxed, yet he remained somewhat puzzled.

Standing by the window, in deep concentration and thought.

A sharp "ring-ring" sound pierced his ears once again.

Fang Cheng’s eyes widened, and he quickly walked into the bedroom, grabbing his own phone from the bedside.

The call connected.

A slightly deep male voice came through the receiver:

"White Ghost, you can leave now, the car will be there soon."

"Alright, I’m coming down right away."

Fang Cheng responded briefly, hung up, then swiftly packed some essentials into his bag.

He picked up the bag and steadily walked out of the hotel room, locking the door behind him.

He walked straight through the corridor towards the elevator.

When a "ding" sounded, the elevator arrived at the floor, and the door slowly opened.

Inside, a middle-aged man was holding a girl in a JK uniform, both laughing and flirting, oblivious to others’ gazes.

Fang Cheng pressed the ground floor button expressionlessly, standing quietly in the corner, trying to minimize his presence.

As the elevator descended, two more people entered.

They wore black jackets and baseball caps pulled low, almost covering their eyes, with bulging bags slung over their shoulders.

Fang Cheng glanced up, realizing it was Black Wolf and Xiao Bei.

The two acted like they didn’t know him, each standing silently in a corner with their heads lowered.

Until they reached the ground floor, and with a "ding," the elevator door opened once more.

Fang Cheng stepped out first, followed closely by Black Wolf and Xiao Bei.

The three of them seemed unrelated but had a subtle understanding as they headed out of the hotel.

A few hundred meters from Yuehu Hotel, in an alley, a dilapidated van was parked, its paint peeling off in several spots, with yellow mud caked on the tires.

Inside sat four people of varying appearances and body types, all with slightly grave expressions.

A fat guy with a protruding belly had popped a few buttons on his shirt, leaning carelessly back in the seat, resting his hands on the steering wheel, eyes half-closed as if dozing off, yet occasionally snorting through his nose while watching the street.

In the passenger seat beside him, a man seemingly from India drew attention, wrapped in a colorful scarf, sunken black eyes, muttering as if praying.

There were also two relatively lean young men, exuding a certain sharpness, their eyes glancing outside the car from time to time.

"Lord Bao, how skilled is this expert we’re waiting for?"

One of the lean guys couldn’t resist asking, his voice filled with curiosity.

"I don’t know either, it was recommended by Old Wolf."

Lord Bao, sitting in the driver’s seat, opened his eyes and glanced at the passing pedestrians, answering offhandedly.

"A recommendation from Wolf Lord?"

Upon hearing this, they exchanged glances, a trace of anticipation in their eyes.

"He’s coming!"

Lord Bao’s eyes suddenly focused, and his previously relaxed posture became upright.

Soon, with a piercing "creak," the van door was pushed open from the outside.

Three figures quickly slipped into the van one after another.

The cramped space inside became somewhat crowded, the air thick with the smell of sweat.

"Lord Bao, why did you get such a crappy car?"

Black Wolf was the first to speak, frowning and complaining as he squeezed in.

"Don’t be fooled by how it looks; its engine and suspension have been professionally modified, fast and stable on the road, especially on those country paths, capable of leaving any pursuers in the dust."

Lord Bao explained, a slight look of pride on his face, evidently proud of his "treasure" vehicle.

Then he turned to look at Fang Cheng, sitting in the back seat, instantly switching to a warm and smiling demeanor as he greeted him:

"Brother White Ghost, let me introduce you, these are my trusty fellows, Ah Da, Ah Er, Ah San."

As he spoke, he pointed to the three sitting in the back.

"Especially Ah San, his Bone Shrinking Skill is extraordinary; if we encounter a special scenario, like entering a heavily guarded underground vault, his skills can be incredibly useful."

With Lord Bao’s introduction, the three fellows’ gazes all turned to this mysterious expert known as "White Ghost."

Upon first glance, he had a gentle and handsome appearance, tall and wearing ordinary sports attire, with no hint of ferocity about him.

Contrary to their imagined image of a legendary expert, the three felt slightly disappointed.

Fang Cheng paid no mind to their looks, turned to Lord Bao, and asked:

"Did you get the things I asked for yesterday?"

"Rest assured, got them all."

Lord Bao said as he pulled out a plastic bag from beside the seat, handing it to Fang Cheng:

"As you requested, the Qiangmu Mask, Vajra Knot, Gaba Buddha Beads, and the Esoteric Buddha Pendant are all here; the Buddhist supplies store in East Capital didn’t have human bones, so they were replaced with yak bones, is that alright?"

"That’s fine."

Fang Cheng nodded slightly, not taking the bag but gesturing for Lord Bao to distribute the items among everyone.

Black Wolf and Xiao Bei listened, curiously observing the colorful Buddhist items.

Following Fang Cheng’s instructions, the group in the van began fiddling around hectically.

A moment later.

Each wore a string of Vajra Knot or Buddha Beads on their wrists and an Esoteric Buddha Pendant hanging from their chests, with masks resembling horrible evil ghosts on their faces.

They looked very bizarre, as if ready to perform a ritual at the temple, adorned with various "amulets."

"Brother White Ghost, we’re neither lamas nor believers; do wearing these things really have any effect?"

Black Wolf touched the pendant meant for exorcism and protection, full of doubt in his words.

Lord Bao glanced at Black Wolf, thought for a moment, and said:

"If I guess correctly, these are used to disguise our identities, to masquerade as Esoteric Buddhism followers, to cover our tracks."

"Exactly."

Fang Cheng nodded with a smile, without further explanation.

He slowly scanned the occupants of the van, assessing the effect of everyone wearing masks with their ferocious appearances.

He then muttered to himself, "Still not enough..."

Black Wolf asked, "Not enough what?"

"Your appearances are too conspicuous; you need a makeover."

Fang Cheng’s gaze fell on the more eye-catching people, especially the scarf-wrapped Ah San.

He frowned slightly and continued:

"Before the operation, let’s all shave our heads."

"Uh, shave our heads?"

The crowd was stunned, looking at each other, puzzled.

What act was this, were they really going to become monks?

Lord Bao couldn’t help but touch his head.

Though resistant, due to Fang Cheng’s earlier conditions, he swallowed back his words.

In his mind, he thought, forget it, let’s take it one step at a time.

The van drove out of the alley, towards the barbershop.

At the same time, in other parts of the city, undercurrents were stirring, converging in one direction.

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