Splash——
The bathroom was filled with steam, and the sound of water flowing over the tiles kept echoing.
Sweaty clothes and pants were crumpled into a ball and tossed into the laundry basket.
The gas stove in the kitchen flickered with blue flas, and the valve of the pressure cooker bubbled with a "sizzle".
The rich and llow aroma of yam rib porridge gradually filled every corner of the living room.
Sunlight stread through the floor-to-ceiling window, spreading freely over the polished exercise floor, illuminating a large bright area.
Several new pots of green plants in the corner had leaves that appeared more vibrant under the gentle caress of sunlight and teasing breeze.
Even the tiny hairs between the leaf veins shimred with a faint glow, as if wrapped in a layer of dew, full of vitality.
Click.
As the frosted glass door was pushed open, Fang Cheng shuffled out in his slippers.
His upper body was bare, with a white towel casually draped over his broad shoulders.
A few remaining drops of water slowly slid down the chiseled lines of his abs.
As he walked, the solid and well-proportioned muscles under his skin moved with a life-like rhythm.
Every line exuded a restrained yet explosive beauty, gleaming with a healthy sheen under the sunlight like it’s forged from refined steel.
Fang Cheng moved to the bright area by the window, basking in the warm spring sun.
Then casually twisted his neck and stretched his limbs.
A series of crisp crackling sounds like frying beans emanated from his joints, banishing the last trace of fatigue from the morning exercise.
"Hoo——"
After taking a long breath out, Fang Cheng squinted slightly, gazing at the uninterrupted view outside the window.
He felt completely refreshed and invigorated.
Having a private bathroom ant he could take a hot shower right after every intense workout.
This feeling was truly unparalleled.
As Fang Cheng continued with his relaxing stretches, his gaze casually swept the surroundings.
The newly renovated house was now filled with quite a few household items.
Besides the few pots of ivy and spider plants purifying the air and absorbing formaldehyde.
A compact washing machine had been added to the corner of the living room, and a simple folding dining table with two chairs was placed against the wall.
On the balcony, clothes washed just yesterday swayed gently in the breeze, emanating a fresh and clean scent of sunlight mixed with laundry detergent.
Fang Cheng couldn’t help but recall yesterday when his mom ca over.
Seeing the place almost barren except for the cold gym equipnt, she thought her son was sohow overwheld and intended to retreat into a monastery to beco an ascetic monk.
That pained expression in her eyes was hard for Fang Cheng to withstand.
So, she frantically arranged everything for the whole day, finally making the place look like a normal living space.
Before leaving, his mom cheerfully ntioned she would bring over so sofas and a big color TV in a few days, insisting on making it a comfortable place.
Fang Cheng could only let her be, unable to tell her this was rely his secret hideout and training site to avoid prying eyes.
Anyway, the money he sent to her bank account before was still plentiful for her to indulge.
After completing the final set of stretches, Fang Cheng put his hands on his hips, gazing at the bright spring scenery outside the window.
The community was lush with green grass and vibrant flowers blooming everywhere.
The newly planted ginkgo saplings couldn’t wait to sprout tender green buds.
In the distance, the beach was dotted with people, filled with a sense of holiday leisure.
The azure surface of the sea shimred under the sun, as if sprinkled with dazzling diamond dust.
"The weather is really nice."
Fang Cheng muttered softly to himself, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips:
"Unfortunately, it’s not yet a good ti for killing..."
The thought passed fleetingly.
He naturally recalled Chen Chen’s seemingly sincere "collaboration" proposal.
Two days had passed since the night he spoke with Xiao Shuai and the Red Tiger Gang leader.
Fang Cheng was in no rush to respond by imdiately asking for specific information about the next target for elimination.
By keeping that old fox waiting, he could better assert who held the initiative.
The primary thing in collaboration was to have the psychological upper hand.
Once the ti was right, he would let Xiao Shuai go over and hint that he was "open to considering" the idea.
As for when and how to take action, it would depend on his mood and assessnt of the situation.
In any case, for Fang Cheng, the most crucial thing at present was to keep training, grinding experience to upgrade skills.
As long as his strength steadily advanced and his physique was tempered like steel.
No matter what intrigues and sches his opponents deployed, or how vast their forces were, they would rely be fleeting clouds obscuring his sight.
With that thought, Fang Cheng’s eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the faint blue screen that appeared before him.
[Boxing Lv3 (47/1000)] (Iron Fist, Infinite Continuous Punching)
[Sanda Lv3 (21/1000)] (Lightning Dance)
[Jujutsu Lv2 (310/500)] (Bounce)
[Muay Thai Lv2 (226/500)] (Steel Bone, Domineering Body)
[Tai Chi Lv1 (173/250)] (Power Reduction)
[Push-ups Lv3 (215/1000)] (Strong Wrist Master, Kirin Arm)
[Squats Lv3 (182/1000)] (Lonely Man)
[Lifting Leg Lv2 (423/500)] (Ape Waist)
[Pull-ups Lv3 (0/1000)] (Absolute Control)
[Back Bridge lv2 (340/500)] (Iron Plate Bridge)
[Inverted Push-up Lv2 (401/500)] (Air Walking)
[Running Lv1 (16/250)] (Strong Wind)
[Qi Gong Lv2 (93/500)] (Poison Resistance, Everlasting Undying)
Fang Cheng’s gaze swept over the information prompts and skill bar, nodding in satisfaction.
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