Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 1157 - 563

Fang Cheng stepped into the room without speaking immediately.

He walked straight to the Eight Immortals Table, pulled out the bamboo chair, and sat down assertively.

As he settled down, the waves of heat permeating the room seemed to find their source, rushing towards him.

The air began to circulate again, yet the high temperature didn’t disperse at all.

Fang Cheng sat upright, his gaze calmly assessing the three people in front of him.

The Professor and Lin Chuqiao stood on either side, like two steady protectors.

This silent gaze was more unbearable than any severe interrogation.

Bean curled up completely, burying her head lower, even breathing cautiously.

Like a small beast facing a top predator, surrendering and trembling instinctively.

Xu Kuan turned to the side, trying to shield Jiang Yun with his not-so-broad shoulders.

Yet his tightly clenched fists trembled uncontrollably, his whole body felt like it was being roasted, his shirt soaked through in an instant.

Jiang Yun lowered her gaze, her hands clenched white, nails almost digging into her flesh.

Driven by immense fear, she instinctively activated her ability.

Trying as usual to find a sense of security through perceiving the opponent’s emotions.

Previously, when facing others, even those ruthless Bloodthorn criminals, she could see the muddy yellow glow of greed or the scarlet representing murderous intent.

But at this moment, when her perceptive feelers cautiously reached out to that man.

She froze.

There was nothing.

No malice, no kindness, not even a hint of emotional color to be found.

She felt like she was standing at the edge of a bottomless Abyss, before her only a dark void devouring everything.

That unfathomable unknown and overpowering presence made her feel even more unable to resist than blatant murderous intent.

In a trance, she even hallucinated.

Within that Dark Abyss, it was as if a scorching sun slowly rose.

Blinding, intense, domineering, stabbing at her Spirit in pained anguish, sweat pouring down her face.

Just as their mental defenses were about to collapse.

"My surname is Fang."

Fang Cheng suddenly spoke.

With those simple four words, the oppressive heat enveloping the room instantly dissipated like a receding tide, as if the earlier sense of pressure was merely a hallucination.

His face showed a slight smile, his tone as calm as chatting:

"I’m the Chairman of the Illuminati. I believe you should have met me last night on the Roof Terrace of Silver Wing Building."

He gestured to the chairs opposite:

"Don’t be so tense, sit down and let’s talk."

Xu Kuan and Jiang Yun instantly relaxed, their tense expressions suddenly eased.

Their words stumbled as they repeatedly said "Thank you, Chairman Fang," then cautiously moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

Cold sweat still clung to their shirts, but their minds were free from the total terror from before, instead feeling a little dazed.

It was as if the terrifying monster from before and the calm-speaking man in front of them were not the same person.

Watching the trio transition from extreme tension to instant relaxation, their emotions entirely swayed by Fang Cheng’s every word and action.

Standing nearby, the Professor adjusted his glasses, a glint flashed behind the lenses.

This is the Art of Manipulating People.

First, overwhelm their minds with thunderous intimidation, then gently soothe their emotions like a spring breeze.

If their mental defenses weren’t shattered first, the subsequent conversation would see them clinging to unrealistic hopes, hiding the truth.

Only by making them deeply aware of the vast gap between their statuses can the situation be truly controlled.

"Everyone, relax a bit, you’re safe here."

Lin Chuqiao spoke timely, her voice gentle and clear, her face carrying a smile that felt like a spring breeze.

Her gaze drifted to the child huddled in the corner like a little beggar.

She then took out two beautifully wrapped chocolates from her handbag and walked over in her high heels.

"Here."

She bent down, handing the candy to Bean.

Bean quickly glanced at Lin Chuqiao, then at the alluring sweet candy.

Her throat quietly moved, swallowing saliva.

But she still dared not reach out, only curling herself even tighter in fear.

Lin Chuqiao showed no impatience nor disdain, she directly took those dirty little hands and placed the chocolates in her palm.

She gently tousled the messy hair, speaking with affection:

"Eat it, it’s very sweet."

Having done all this, she stood up and returned to Fang Cheng’s side.

This tiny yet genuine kindness seemed like a warm current completely dissolving the previously rigid atmosphere in the room.

Xu Kuan took a deep breath, seemingly gathering his courage, then asked:

"What do you want from us? If it’s money, we don’t have it, if it’s our lives, I, I..."

Due to nervousness, his voice trembled, his words stammering.

Fang Cheng lounged against the back of the chair, watching him, his tone nonchalantly retorted:

"What good would your lives do me?"

Xu Kuan was momentarily stunned, opened his mouth only to realize he had no idea what to say, freezing on the spot, his face flushed red.

Beside him, Jiang Yun saw this, suppressed the doubt in her heart, boldly spoke:

"Chairman Fang, we are very grateful to your organization for rescuing us from Bloodthorn."

"If there’s anything we can help with, please let us know, we’ll cooperate fully, promising not to slack."

Having been a nurse and seen the world, she was far more articulate than Xu Kuan, understanding well to adapt to the moment.