Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups
Chapter 395 - 253_2

Chapter 395: Chapter 253_2

Fang Cheng saw this and nodded slightly in agreement.

The three of them then quickly walked towards the secret passage at the back door, their figures swiftly disappearing into it.

The passageway was filled with a damp, musty smell, with only a few dim emergency lights casting weak glows, barely illuminating the path beneath their feet.

On the way back to the surface, Fang Cheng took the walkie-talkie from his waist, pressed the talk button, and contacted Black Wolf, Lord Bao, and others, succinctly explaining what had just happened.

Then he solemnly instructed:

"The situation has changed. I’m currently teaming up with a few friends and heading to the surface. You guys temporarily retreat outside the manor as planned, stay alert at all times, and wait for my message."

On the other side, the Professor’s eyes flickered as he secretly communicated with team members through the Spiritual Link.

"Xiao Chu, Monkey, what’s the situation outside?"

His voice rang directly in the minds of all the team members.

Soon, a crisp and capable voice responded:

"Professor, we’ve reached nearby Mike’s team as per your instructions and are preparing to take action. We haven’t alerted the enemy yet."

This was Lin Chuqiao, who was stationed on the outskirts of the manor, replying.

Then, Monkey’s somewhat deep voice also sounded in this special "channel":

"Professor, I’m at the observation point and see a group of people chasing a blond, blue-eyed foreigner who seems to have just emerged from underground. I wonder if he’s with Mike’s team?"

"Good."

The Professor quickly made a judgment and decisively ordered:

"Xiao Chu, take action immediately, be quick and don’t give them time to react."

"Monkey, be prepared to support Xiao Chu’s action, providing firepower and intelligence support at any time."

"Yes."

Lin Chuqiao and Monkey responded in unison.

After coordinating the subsequent actions, the Professor glanced at Fang Cheng beside him, who, although not stopping his steps, was quietly watching him.

Their eyes met, and it seemed they both had many questions, hoping to get answers from each other.

Meanwhile, on the southeastern side of the manor, in the woods outside the wall.

Two foreigners with hooked noses looked anxious as if they were waiting for someone.

The tall one was named Tom, and the short one was Jerry, both were among the Treasure Hunters participating in tonight’s action.

Suddenly, the walkie-talkie in their hands crackled, their eyes lit up, and they began shouting endlessly into it:

"Hello, hello, Mike, what on earth are you dawdling about? Hurry up and get out!"

After a while, the walkie-talkie responded with hurried panting, as if just having gone through a life-and-death chase:

"I want to get out quickly too, but I’m the only one left now. People shooting wildly are everywhere, with pursuers in the back. I must be careful not to let them find my tracks."

Upon hearing this, the two foreigners became even more worried.

Jerry stomped his foot in anxiety, shouting:

"Mike, you have to hold on. We’ll rush in now to support you."

Tom echoed, eyes fixed intently on the walkie-talkie as if that would pull their partner out of danger.

"No, it won’t help to have more people, things inside are too chaotic now. You coming in will only expose my position."

Mike refused, gasping:

"Wait patiently outside and proceed as planned. If we successfully take away the Golden Benba Bottle, we’ll be rich, so don’t panic, stay steady!"

He tried to comfort his companions, his voice trembling slightly from excitement.

Then he hurriedly hung up.

Tom and Jerry exchanged a glance and sighed helplessly, muttering:

"God bless, hopefully, Mike and the Treasure Bottle will be safe and sound."

They paced in place, their eyes occasionally glancing at the still-smoldering and gunfire-ridden inside of the manor.

At this moment, a cold wind blew, rustling the branches and leaves, making a rustling sound.

The mist, like a ghost, swirled among the trees, adding an extra layer of mystery and danger.

Lin Chuqiao, dressed in a black tracksuit, outlined her graceful and agile figure perfectly.

She crouched like a female leopard stealthily moving in the night, hiding behind the bushes.

Her sharp eyes pierced through the dense foliage, locking onto every move of the two foreigners outside the woods.

The voice from the walkie-talkie echoed faintly and suddenly stopped.

This made her frown slightly, pondering secretly.

She then withdrew her gaze and looked at Bai Ling and Big Hammer beside her, nodding slightly in indication.

Bai Ling stood in the shadows, her eyes flashing with a peculiar light like gems in the dark.

She then took a deep breath, mobilizing that mysterious special power within her.

In an instant, the air around her surged, as if illusory light and shadows flickered around her, her figure started to change dramatically.

Before long, a muscular blond, blue-eyed man appeared, exactly like Mike.

From the high nose bridge and deep eyes to the jacket with blood and scratches, and the boots covered in mud, everything was identical to the real person.

If Mike himself were here, he might inadvertently think it was his reflection in the mirror.

Bai Ling gently shook her head to adapt to the new state of her body.

Then, the corners of her mouth lifted, revealing a playful smile, as she made a "yeah" gesture towards Lin Chuqiao and Big Hammer.

Big Hammer stood aside, also grinning, excitement flashing in his eyes.

His hands tightly gripped his signature large iron hammer, slightly stretching his muscles, and the joints made a "crack" sound.

Lin Chuqiao gazed at the two, her eyes bright and sharp, softly saying: