Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups
Chapter 370 - 243_2

Chapter 370: Chapter 243_2

"Second Uncle, I understand!"

Lu Yongquan immediately straightened his chest and replied resolutely:

"I will stay at the headquarters, constantly monitor the movements of each family, provide necessary intelligence support, coordinate resources, and ensure internal stability of the family. I will not let you have any worries. You go ahead without restraint, and I’ll take care of the family’s rear!"

Hearing this, Lu Shihua nodded with satisfaction:

"Good, with your words, I am relieved. Our Lu Family must break out of this predicament and restore its former glory this time!"

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Nightfall silently descended, deep as the tides surging in.

The fog in the mountains seemed to come alive, slowly rising from the ground.

Initially just a few thin strands, within moments they intertwined and became dense.

This fog wove through the trees, blurring the outlines of the trunks, making the originally towering pine and cedar appear shadowy.

Within this sea of mist, a mansion stood like a solitary island in the darkness.

The iron gate was tightly shut, carved with strange patterns above, as if some ancient totem.

Surrounding it were high walls, with various infrared sensors and surveillance cameras systematically distributed.

Like pairs of vigilant eyes, they monitored the surroundings at every moment.

Inside the area, two high-powered xenon lamps were suspended, sweeping across the forest.

Under the light, the surrounding fog formed two huge white light patches, obscuring the true scene inside the mansion.

Many armed guards with masks appeared intermittently.

They marched with uniform and steady steps, patrolling constantly in every corner of the mansion.

As if some invaluable treasure was hidden here, requiring such strict protective measures.

Deep within the dense forest, the silence was unusual.

Pairs of eyes flickered faintly in the dark, watching the brightly lit luxurious mansion not far away.

Like beasts eyeing prey, silently lurking.

Occasionally, the cry of a night owl pierced the night sky.

The piercing sound echoed in the mountains for a long time, adding to the eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

Time passed minute by minute.

The night grew deeper, and the fog became so thick it seemed ready to swallow a person whole.

"Damn it!"

A bald-headed guy hiding in the bushes finally couldn’t hold back, lowered his voice, and cursed.

He wore a mask resembling an Evil Ghost, obscuring his face, and his tone was full of impatience:

"It’s almost ten o’clock, why are they all acting like turtles, not moving at all?"

Beside him, there was a smaller bald-headed youth also wearing a mask, muttering:

"Thankfully it’s not summer, otherwise I’d be bitten by mosquitoes till my head swells."’

As he spoke, he scratched himself uneasily, as if bugs were crawling into his collar.

From the slightly immature voice, it could be heard that it was Xiao Bei.

Around them, a group of people dressed in black, bald-headed, and wearing grim masks.

It was Black Wolf, Lord Bao, Ah Er, Ah San, and Fang Cheng.

Skillfully using trees or slopes for cover, they avoided the beams from the searchlights, blending into the surrounding darkness.

If you didn’t look carefully, it really was hard to notice their presence.

Lord Bao chuckled quietly, saying:

"Stop complaining, those guys are waiting for someone else to be the leader."

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a deep sense of understanding.

After probing attacks in the past, everyone learned well.

No one was foolish enough to act as cannon fodder, charging into battle and making clothes for others.

The story of the stork and the clam fighting while the fisherman reaps the benefit is known even to elementary students.

Those who have been in the Martial World understand this principle even more.

The current stalemate is simply a test of patience, seeing who can endure.

Black Wolf then spoke in a deep voice to calm the team:

"Wait, I don’t believe those people can hold out. Worst case, we’ll wait until tomorrow morning when the auction people arrive, and then everyone scatters."

The crowd whispered among themselves, feeling both anxious and helpless, having no choice but to quietly wait for something to happen.

Fang Cheng’s eyes were like stars in the cold night, fixed on the direction of the manor, his mind calculating various strategies.

A strong curry smell emerged uninvited, piercing his nostrils.

It was emanating from Ah San hidden nearby.

He was muttering something under his breath as if praying, occasionally touching his recently shaved bald head.

Clearly, he was not yet accustomed to the abrupt bald look, feeling awkward all over.

Fang Cheng cast him a glance, his brow furrowed slightly, and moved a bit to the side.

There was no other way; the curry smell was too overpowering.

Besides, his sense of smell was naturally sensitive. If he couldn’t help sneezing, it would expose his position.

After steadying himself a little, Fang Cheng continued to cast his gaze toward the manor.

He took a deep breath, concentrated, and maximized the Eagle Eye Vision effect.

Even with layers of fog and darkness enveloping them and dazzling searchlights hindering them, everything within the manor was still clear to him.

Fang Cheng carefully observed the number of guards and their patrol patterns, analyzing and capturing exploitable gaps in their defenses.

Earlier, the group had visited a barbershop in town for a "hair makeover."

Then they drove the van to the edge of a nearby village, waiting for nightfall, and sneaked into Mist Mountain.

The plan was initially to use the cover of night, seize the right moment to infiltrate the manor, and seize the target treasure.

Of course.

This so-called "right moment" referred to waiting for other teams to engage in a firefight with the guards, and then they would take advantage of the chaos to mix in, adding some chance of success to the operation.

However, the situation didn’t seem to develop as smoothly as anticipated.

The group lay in ambush until now, without hearing the anticipated gunfire.

All around was dead silence.

It seemed like besides their team, there were no other "visitors" in this misty forest.

However, Fang Cheng could clearly sense unusual movements around him.

Within a few hundred meters around him, at least two other teams were hiding, he could even hear faint human voices and breathing.

Fang Cheng furrowed his brow slightly, pondering in secret.

Since those guys were all acting like turtles, hiding in the dark, none willing to show themselves first.

Perhaps he could sneak up to the wall, throw a big firecracker, and create a big commotion.

Make those who were biding their time think something was happening, lure the snake out of the hole, and then use his extraordinary speed to escape the scene, letting them open fire and fight.

No conflict, then create conflict, this way the stalemate would be broken, wouldn’t it?

After thinking about it, Fang Cheng shook his head secretly, temporarily suppressing this daring idea.

Let’s wait and see; perhaps the turning point will come soon.

Rushing won’t be beneficial, a steady approach is the best strategy.

To say the least, among all those with the mindset of thieves, coveting the Golden Benba Bottle, he could afford to wait the most and cared the least.

Time passed slowly in the darkness, as if each second was being stretched several times over.

The thick fog was like a giant net, silently spreading across the mountain forest.

Strands intertwining and curling, bringing waves of dampness, allowing one’s skin to profoundly feel the clammy and cold sensation.

Everything around was enveloped by this fog, with visibility increasingly dropping.

This Mist Mountain indeed lived up to its name, any ordinary person barging in recklessly would probably lose direction in no time.

The figures of teammates, originally close at hand, appeared faint and indistinct in the haze, adding a few degrees of tension and unease.

Only the lights in the manor shone brightly all night, piercing the eyes with painful brightness.

As if declaring its majesty and inviolability to the outside world, yet also seeming to taunt all the ill-intentioned visitors.

Not only the teams of Fang Cheng and Black Wolf but other hidden teams were all waiting for that unknown opportunity to appear,

Everyone knew that acting rashly would only expose themselves, becoming the target of everyone’s attack.

So they could only suppress their inner impulses, enduring in this damp, cold fog and long night.

No one knew how much time had passed, maybe some were on the verge of falling asleep.

Suddenly, a voice abruptly reached the ears of everyone hidden in the woods.

"Friends, sorry to disturb you!"