Fang Cheng waited quietly.
After a mont, a cacophony of background noise ca through the earpiece.
It was the sound of steam escaping from a stear and the clamor of a crowd.
Soon after, there was a broken conversation, interspersed with chewing sounds:
"Boss...give a stear of beef-filled buns to go..."
"Alright, brother, wait a mont."
"Boss, your business is really good... By the way, let ask you sothing..."
"Is there a well-built young man with the last na Fang living in the building ahead?"
"I’m from the gas company... routine pipeline check..."
"Oh, you an Ah Cheng? Yes, there’s such a person. He often goes out for morning exercises and buys buns from ..."
"What, is there a problem with his gas?"
"Nothing, just verifying the hoowner’s information to make sure I don’t get the wrong door... Thanks, boss..."
The voice was faint and full of noise.
Evidently, Big Hamr was also cautious, not getting too close, just capturing it while queuing nearby.
A few seconds later, the voice of the man asking for directions disappeared from the background noise.
After a mont, Big Hamr’s deliberately lowered voice ca through with a report:
"President, that guy seems to be heading towards the tubular building. I can tell sothing’s definitely off with him!"
"How so?"
Fang Cheng asked.
"The way he walks is off."
Big Hamr’s tone was determined as he quickly made his judgnt:
"Even though he acts casually, I can see that his heels barely touch the ground, relying entirely on the balls of his feet."
"In our neck of the woods, we call it the ’cat walk.’ It’s a habit for those who have specifically trained in Light Body Kung Fu."
"And that toolbox of his... it doesn’t seem to have wrenches, pipe pliers, or detectors inside. It makes no noise when he walks."
"I feel like it’s more likely holding sothing heavy."
Though Big Hamr looked straightforward, he was observant, with sharp eyes.
"Understood."
Fang Cheng heard this, a gleam flashed in his eyes.
Even though the clothing color was different and there was no black mole on the forehead, other characteristics and behaviors matched.
"Big Hamr, Monkey, target is basically confird. Prepare yourselves, proceed according to the original plan."
"Yes!"
"Roger that!"
Ending the call, Fang Cheng took a deep breath, lightly closing his eyes.
The next second, his perception expanded outward like a tide, instantly entering a mystical state of Visualization.
In the Inner World, the magnificent Great Sun exploded with boundless light.
Invisible to the naked eye, golden threads composed of pure spiritual power spread outward from him in all directions.
In this dinsion, the world was no longer a pile-up of matter but a weaving of energy and emotion.
Sure enough.
In the darkness, he sensed a barely perceptible but extrely oppressive malice.
That malice was cold and sticky, like a venomous snake slithering in the dark.
It was sliding up, bit by bit, along the stairs.
Its target was clear, its intent to kill suppressed.
Finally here!
Sooner than expected, and more cautious.
Furthermore, through the feedback of his perception, Fang Cheng could confirm there was no unique fluctuation of spiritual power on the other party.
Truly not a Spiritual Ability User!
Fang Cheng opened his eyes, the corner of his mouth slightly upturned into a curve.
Since the guest had arrived, the host should also go out to "greet" them.
He didn’t wait at ho for the other party to co up, but quickly stowed the earpiece, hiding it in his trouser pocket.
Then he took a large gray jacket from the coat rack, zipped it up, perfectly concealing his muscular build.
He then fetched a pair of gold-rimd glasses, putting them on, and tidied the ssy hair on his forehead in the mirror.
Satisfied, he nodded slightly and murmured to himself:
"The look is not bad..."
Finally, he picked up a canvas bag that had been prepared long ago and slung it over his shoulder.
After completing all of this, Fang Cheng calmly looked around to ensure nothing was missed before turning the doorknob and pushing the door open.
"Click."
The iron anti-theft door closed softly, sealing everything in the house into the newly descended night.
..................
The corridor was dimly lit.
Due to years of neglect, most of the sensor lights were broken.
Only the light from the hallway windows of the residents barely illuminated the uneven cent stairs below.
A slender middle-aged man was slowly ascending the stairs.
He was wearing a washed-out blue gas company uniform, with a black baseball cap on his head.
The brim was pulled down low, almost covering most of his face.
On his shoulder was a heavily worn toolbox, and he was casually chewing gum.
He appeared to be no more than an ordinary blue-collar worker.
But his footsteps were light, so light that you could barely hear them, like a cat prowling at night.
The middle-aged man ascended the stairs one step at a ti.
Whenever he reached a landing, he would purposefully pause.
Seemingly adjusting his toolbox straps, he was in fact inconspicuously scanning his surroundings with the corners of his eyes.
His ears also twitched slightly, capturing even the faintest noise in the corridor.
The broadcast of the evening news from the TV, the cries and commotion of children, the argunts between spouses...
Various sounds mingled together, filling the night of this old residential building.
He listened for a mont, using the motion of turning around to discreetly crack open the toolbox.
With two fingers, he extracted a small piece of yellow-brown material, resembling so kind of putty.
Then, swiftly, he pressed the putty into a gap in the peeling and cracked wall at the corner.
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