Fang Cheng flicked the dagger around his fingers carelessly.
He glanced coldly at the two n who were still standing and spoke again:
"Do you have any other business?"
"Ah? No, no!"
"We were just passing by, looking to rent a house."
The tattooed man and the suave guy quickly shook their heads, denying everything.
They completely brushed off the previous shouting.
"There are no extra houses here."
Fang Cheng’s gaze turned chilly, warning them:
"Rember not to cause trouble at Old Factory Street again, otherwise..."
As he spoke, his hands tightened around the dagger, clenching his fingers and exerting force.
With a "snap", the thin dagger was forcefully broken in two.
The two n were taken aback.
"We know, we know!"
They quickly turned and ran outside.
"Wait."
Hearing the voice that sounded like a death knell, the two n couldn’t help shivering and nervously turned back.
Fang Cheng pointed at the chubby man lying on the ground, looking at these two unloyal fellows.
"Aren’t you going to take your companion with you?"
The two n ca to their senses, hurried back, one grabbing each arm, and helped the soundly sleeping chubby man out.
After stepping outside.
Still shaken, the two looked back at the enigmatic tubular building.
"Did you see how he kicked just now?"
"It was too fast, I blinked and it hit ."
"Tsk tsk, I’ve never seen leg techniques like that before; he could probably rival that guy from the Red Tiger Gang."
"With such an expert in the Three Wolves Gang, no wonder they dare to ss with us. Let’s go back and report honestly; we can’t afford to provoke them!"
Discussing this, they glanced at the unconscious chubby man and complained:
"What’s the use of eating so much normally if he’s useless in a fight!"
With effort, they stuffed him into a van parked on the roadside, then slamd on the gas pedal and hurriedly made their escape.
Inside the building.
Fang Cheng looked at the notification on the panel.
[You have deployed ’Lightning Dance’ for the first ti in real combat, gaining 15 Sanda experience]
After observing this, he focused on Wen Xin, who was standing dazed and sowhat shaken.
Fang Cheng didn’t say much and imdiately stepped out of the basent.
Just as he was climbing the stairs and about to reach the first floor.
A timid voice suddenly called out:
"Brother Cheng..."
Hearing this call, Fang Cheng couldn’t help but look back.
He saw Wen Xin running up to him.
She took out a card from her clothes pocket and said solemnly:
"You’ve helped so many tis, I don’t know how to thank you."
"This is a lucky card I’ve treasured since I was young; I want to give it to you as a gift, hoping it will keep you always lucky, always happy, and away from danger and troubles."
"This..."
Looking at the gift Wen Xin offered, Fang Cheng was sowhat stunned.
The card was quite old, and its colors were dim, depicting an Easter egg with a six-pointed star pattern.
He initially wanted to refuse.
But seeing the girl’s amber pupils, so pure as if without impurities, he swallowed his words.
"Your gift is too precious; I will treasure it."
Hearing Fang Cheng say this, a joyous light flashed across Wen Xin’s eyes.
Her mouth curved into a faint smile, letting out a soft laugh.
Though her face was a bit dirty, her smile sohow seed healing to Fang Cheng.
"Wen Xin, have those people left?"
At this mont, a woman’s voice unexpectedly appeared.
Wen Xin’s smile vanished in an instant, returning timidly:
"It was Brother Cheng from upstairs who drove them away."
During the conversation, a woman with dyed long hair and disheveled clothes also ca out from inside.
Hearing her daughter say this, she looked at Fang Cheng with so gratitude.
"Mr. Fang, thank you."
This woman was probably around thirty, actually quite beautiful.
But her skin was pale, her eyes sunken, looking extrely worn out.
Fang Cheng simply nodded slightly without engaging further.
As a parent, if one can’t even take care of the basic needs of their child, they truly don’t deserve respect.
Along the stairs, he reached the ninth floor.
Click.
Fang Cheng took out his keys and opened the door.
Just as he was about to switch to slippers, he caught sight of a letter conspicuously placed on the floor of the entryway.
His gaze then shifted to a strand of hair next to the envelope, which had been moved.
Fang Cheng’s pupils constricted.
He imdiately activated "Scavenger’s Eye" and carefully inspected every corner of the room.
A few minutes later.
He let out a slight sigh of relief.
There were no signs of any outsiders breaking in.
This letter must have just been slipped under the door.
Fang Cheng’s eyes hardened as he tore open a corner of the envelope.
Inside, there was only a postcard.
Upon a closer look, it had neither the na nor address of the sender.
It only had a simple sentence written on it.
"I hope to have the honor of hearing your voice..."
After that, there was a string of strange and obscure characters.
"What does this an?"
"A prank, or a wrong delivery?"
Looking at the envelope which also had no na or address.
Fang Cheng thought for a mont, walked out the door, and went to the Zhou Family’s ho, two doors down.
Knock knock, he knocked twice, and Zhou Xiui with a hairband peeked out.
"Brother Cheng, what’s up?"
She asked, surprised.
Fang Cheng’s expression remained calm:
"Nothing much, I just wanted to ask if you saw any mail carriers or strangers around our building this morning?"
Hearing this, Zhou Xiui imdiately felt embarrassed:
"I’ve been busy studying pastries all morning and didn’t pay attention to anyone passing by outside."
"It shows."
Fang Cheng pointed at the traces of flour and egg on her fair face.
Zhou Xiui exclaid "Ah," and hurriedly closed the door.
Fang Cheng shook his head.
It would be great if Aunt He were ho.
With her nosy mind and sharp eyes, she could even tell whether a dog passing by was male or female.
Unfortunately, it seed she had an argunt with Uncle Zhou and stord off to her mother’s house with her child; it had been many days since anyone had seen her.
Back ho, in the bedroom.
Fang Cheng sat at his desk.
He flipped through the postcard over and over, trying to decipher the aning of the sentence and the strange symbols.
After asking Zhou Xiui, he went on to inquire a few other neighbors.
Everyone unanimously said they hadn’t seen any strangers on the ninth floor.
Fang Cheng was full of doubt.
He didn’t know what the purpose was for soone to send such a thing.
Especially those incomprehensible symbols, which looked a bit like Latin letters and a bit like pictographs.
"Could it be so kind of ancient script? Or perhaps a language from an unknown small country?"
Fang Cheng pondered deeply, clueless.
None of the people he knew studied linguistics.
Thinking this, Fang Cheng looked up at the clock.
It was nearly 10 o’clock, and he didn’t have much ti in the afternoon with the sparring class.
Tomorrow seed slightly freer, so he decided to go to the library to look up so information.
With that plan set for now, he temporarily cast aside this puzzle, Fang Cheng picked up a Butterfly Knife.
Swish swish swish, he quickly flicked a few Knife Flowers.
Then, stepping forward, the Dagger in his right hand glinted coldly as he thrust it forward instantly.
Following his morning training in the park, Fang Cheng returned ho to practice more Blade Techniques.
Looking at the prompt information displayed on the panel:
[Sword Skill Experience 9]
Fang Cheng nodded in satisfaction.
Next, it was ti to study foreign languages.
After days of diligent self-discipline, his progress in language skills was now:
[Japan Language lv0 (92/100)]
[Nanyang Language lv0 (45/100)]
[Desert Language lv0 (36/100)]
[Latin lv0 (29/100)]
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