CHAPTER 477: CHAPTER 286: BOXING GRANDMASTER LEVEL, INFINITE CONTINUOUS PUNCHING

Caution is the survival rule of beasts.

Before figuring out the real intent of the Special Search Team taking Xu Hao away, and the subsequent actions they might take, gathering more intelligence was far more prudent than leaving hastily.

Fang Cheng chose a corner away from the scene, slightly elevated.

Like a lurking night owl, his eyes glowed brightly, pushing his Perception Ability to the limit, silently locking onto the area where it all happened.

At almost a kilometer’s distance, an ordinary person could only see blurred lights, not even able to discern silhouettes in the night.

But for Fang Cheng, with a Spirit Attribute as high as 47 points, everything was clear and distinct, displayed within his view.

Even the faint sounds drifting in the air could be captured by his immensely strong, almost inhuman hearing.

The man referred to as "Chief Gao" still stood tall and burly, but from his stance, he appeared somewhat stiff.

It seemed that the previous battle had also taken quite a toll on him.

At this moment, he was standing beside a black business vehicle, listening to his subordinates’ briefing, his gaze sharply sweeping the surrounding darkness, highly vigilant.

As for the two severely wounded officers, they were grimacing, receiving emergency medical treatment from other support team members.

The medics in combat suits skillfully cleaned their wounds, set broken bones, and administered painkillers.

Fang Cheng could faintly hear their complaints and cries of pain:

"Hiss... Be gentle, man... Rib! Rib’s broken..."

This was Zhou Liang’s voice, with a hint of weakness.

"Damn, I thought I was going to die here... That guy is a monster!"

This was Ali cursing, his voice barely concealing his terrifying fear.

As for Chief Gao, he merely glanced at them occasionally, spending more time quietly conversing with another man in glasses, who seemed to be a squad leader.

Fang Cheng concentrated, capturing bits of words cut by the night wind:

"Not many traces left at the scene... detected footprints... no signs of contamination..."

"Action’s confidentiality level raised... standard cleanup finished... evacuate quickly..."

Gao Jin’s voice was deep and powerful, imbued with authority and presence that could be felt even from this distance.

The other members of the Special Search Team were busily engaged with efficiency.

Someone was scanning the ground and air with professional equipment, seemingly detecting energy fluctuations or collecting some data.

Others quickly gathered scattered vehicle debris and various mess from the battle, deftly packing some debris into specially designed bags.

Another was on perimeter watch, setting up a blockade, ensuring no unauthorized personnel approached.

The entire process was orderly, like a machine running smoothly, showcasing the team’s high level of professionalism and discipline.

After about ten minutes, the scene cleanup was almost complete.

The injured Zhou Liang and Ali had already been helped into a new Wuling car.

As for the electrocuted Xu Hao, he was also carried into the modified black business vehicle.

Gao Jin took one last look at the battle-ravaged land, his gaze complex and unreadable.

With a wave of his hand, all team members immediately withdrew, quickly boarding their respective vehicles.

The faint rumbling of engines started up in succession.

Several cars formed a small convoy, leaving the scene without looking back, soon disappearing into the night at the end of the highway.

Leaving behind a charred wasteland that, despite being cleaned, still bore the marks of an intense battle.

Fang Cheng stood still for a moment, his gaze following the direction in which the Special Search Team’s vehicles disappeared.

He did not choose to follow or leave immediately but continued surveying the surroundings.

Like the most patient hunter, he confirmed there were neither hidden surveillance points nor suspicious auras or prying eyes around.

Until the area near the highway completely returned to the silence of the deep night.

Only the sobbing wind remained, alongside the faintly echoing car noises from afar.

Fang Cheng glanced at the time displayed on his phone screen—12:07.

It was already past midnight.

Tonight, he couldn’t return to his cozy little home to rest, nor was it suitable for him to take more risky actions.

Fang Cheng contemplated briefly, and then made up his mind.

He adjusted the strap of his shoulder bag, took one last look at the battle-scarred land.

Then his figure flickered, silently leaping down, blending into the deeper darkness.

He moved stealthily through the farmland wasteland along the road, towards that barely known, roughcast house in the Guilan District.

There, it would be his temporary base for the upcoming period.

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The next morning, just as the sky was turning a whitish blue and the city was still in the silence of sleep.

Inside a roughcast room of a high-rise in the Guilan District, it was already filled with the power of life’s rhythm.

The cement floor was cold and rough, the walls exposed gray concrete, and a few wires hung down carelessly.

In the corner lay piles of sandbags, putty powder and other renovation materials, scattered tools and cut-off wastes, with a faint dust scent lingering in the air.

However, this simple and disordered environment could not hide the harsh self-refinement taking place here.

"990."

"991."

"992."

"993."

Fang Cheng was bare-chested, only wearing a pair of loose sports shorts, his bronzed skin glistening with a healthy sheen in the morning light.

With his palms planted on the ground, his body was straight like a spear, performing push-ups at an astonishing speed.

Each descent brought his chest close to the ground; each rise caused his arm muscles to swell instantly, unleashing powerful Strength.