Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 494 - 294

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Chapter 494: Chapter 294

The sound of water echoed around the spacious bathroom, steam swirling in the air.

"Has there been any progress on the matter I asked you to investigate last time?"

Fang Cheng’s voice was calm and low, mostly drowned out by the sound of the water, only audible if you were very close.

Xu Hao was scrubbing his back with effort; he paused momentarily at the question, then replied quietly in a low voice:

"I’ve found out some things."

"What have you found?"

Fang Cheng asked while rubbing his hair.

Although—there wasn’t much hair to rub.

The hot water streamed over his bald head, the foamy body wash outlining the muscular lines on his skin.

"Boss, those investigators from the Noah Organization are really something."

Like secret agents meeting in clandestine, Xu Hao lowered his voice even further, and changed the way he addressed Fang Cheng to sound closer.

"They’ve almost dug up your ancestors from eighteen generations ago. Your family background, social connections, from elementary to university, and then your work experience after graduation—all clear as day, possibly even clearer than you know yourself."

"And... there’s also..."

Xu Hao’s Adam’s apple bobbed with noticeable hesitation and apprehension:

"Whatever they’ve found, just tell me everything."

Fang Cheng’s tone remained calm, as if he was prepared for any shocking news.

"They found that your Fang Family ancestors seemed to have produced a few... um, infamous figures."

Xu Hao seemed to choke on water, coughed twice, wiped his face with his raised hand, and continued:

"Not going too far back, just during the chaos of the Sixteen Kingdoms, your Fang Family produced a general, called the ’Man Slaughter.’ Records say he buried 100,000 surrendered soldiers alive, blood flowing like a river, and you could allegedly hear the wails of the wronged souls at night."

"I must say, Boss, your family history is really... well, vast and magnificent!"

Getting caught up in the story, Xu Hao smacked his lips, seemingly forgetting the secrecy of their meeting.

His words carried a tone of relishing in the scandal, as he began his "storytelling" session.

"Pushing back a few hundred years earlier, there was also a cannibalistic bandit named Fang, who specifically targeted delicate women, claiming it was a potent tonic, a method to perfect his peerless dark martial arts..."

"As for modern times, there’s even more to say. Various serial killers and maniacs have shadows of your Fang Family in their files."

"And... and... your father..."

At this point, Xu Hao paused, carefully deliberated for a while, and then squeezed out a literary term.

"Enough."

Fang Cheng’s voice was soft, with a hint of coldness, cutting off Xu Hao’s increasingly enthusiastic "story session."

Xu Hao immediately shut his mouth, awkwardly realizing he had spoken too much.

"What do they plan to do next?"

Fang Cheng was silent for a moment before asking.

He seemed indifferent to the "black history" Xu Hao recounted.

"Hey, you might not believe this,"

Xu Hao, feeling the weight lifted off his mind, continued to report the intel he’d gathered with a unified front:

"The Noah folks are having troubles of their own, facing some tricky matters. They’re short-handed at the moment, so they can’t focus completely on you right now."

He paused, then deliberately added a few explanations:

"Mainly because last time you single-handedly took down dozens of Red Tiger Gang members, your skills were too eye-catching."

"They know that dealing with a combat expert like you means sending small fry and street thugs is just offering themselves up for nothing. It’s likely to alert you and wreck their plans."

"Nevertheless, they’re not idle either. They’re applying to their higher-ups to send more experts to East Capital."

"So, at least for the next few days, you can breathe a little easier. I estimate it’ll take about a week before they might make any new moves."

Hearing this, Fang Cheng’s eyes flickered:

"Can you apply to be responsible for this task? Then you could ’investigate’ me."

Xu Hao instantly understood Fang Cheng’s implication, revealing a knowing smile.

But then his expression fell, looking somewhat troubled as he said:

"If possible, I’d definitely try my best to get it."

"But... the boss I was following before went missing suddenly before last year’s New Year’s Eve while on a task, and I’m not getting along with the new guy that was parachuted in."

Fang Cheng understood that the "missing boss" Xu Hao referred to was likely one of the two experts he had eliminated at the trash processing plant.

As Xu Hao continued to speak, he seemed to grow more agitated, venting his complaints:

"Damn, that guy isn’t from my camp, always looking down on me, nitpicking—it’s going to be tough to get a job from him."

His tone was filled with obvious frustration and helplessness.

Indeed, wherever there are people, there is the Martial World.

Even in a massive multinational organization like Noah, internal factions and power struggles are unavoidable.

Fang Cheng felt a slight relief, knowing that for now, he had some breathing room and preparation time.

Turning off the faucet, he took a towel to wipe off the water droplets from his body, casually asking:

"You said they are having trouble and reallocating a lot of manpower—what specifically is it about?"

"Well, this... heh heh..."

Xu Hao scratched his signature tuft of yellow hair, somewhat embarrassed as he explained:

"I was so focused on gathering intel related to you that I didn’t really look into that.

"I just vaguely heard that someone quite formidable popped up around East Capital, specifically opposing the Noah Organization, causing them considerable losses and costing them personnel."