Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 1177 - 572:

Evening falls on Old Factory Street.

The sky is painted in a warm orange-red hue.

The fried noodle stall by the street has long been set up, the spatula clashing crisply with the iron wok.

Workers riding electric scooters come and go, almost clogging the road.

The entire old street is bathed in the glow of the evening sun, with a sense of tranquility and harmony amidst the bustle.

The glass door of Lin Fusheng’s Clinic is pushed open and shut, the bell on the door ringing softly.

Inside, the rich scent of safflower oil and medicinal wine fills the air, mixed with the smell of pain relief ointments, creating a unique "fragrance" specific to this place.

In the small space, the room is crowded with bruised and swollen gang members.

Noise, groans, and the sound of boasting and idle chatter rise and fall.

Lin Fusheng, wearing reading glasses, is concentrating on repositioning the dislocated arm of a patient with a steady, skillful touch.

Wen Huixi moves among the crowd, serving tea, collecting money, and dispensing medicine, managing the clinic in an orderly manner.

At a small table in the corner, Wen Xin sits alone with headphones on, her small body hunched over the table.

She is completely unaffected by the surrounding noise, listening to music while focusing on her homework.

"Hey, I’m not bragging, but this time the East City Association really rubbed the Flying Crane Gang into the ground."

"The night they attacked the Flying Crane Gang’s Main Hall, the scene, the battle, tsk-tsk, it was like a movie!"

A gang member with dyed yellow hair sits on the waiting chair, boasting to several injured people around him with spit flying.

"Come on, with your trifling martial arts skills, you expect to know about those big shots?"

The guy beside him with his arm in a sling mercilessly bursts his bubble.

"I don’t know? And you, this clumsy dolt, do?"

The yellow-haired gang member, like a firecracker being lit, suddenly sits up straight, his face full of smugness as if "everyone else is drunk but I alone am sober."

"Let me tell you, there’s more to this than you think. I’ve got insider information!"

As soon as they hear the words "insider information," the gang members around immediately show interest.

"Brother Fei, you’re well-informed. Come on, share it with us."

"Exactly, the streets of East Capital were quiet for a while, why did they suddenly start fighting?"

"Yeah, Brother Fei, rumors are spreading like wildfire. What’s really going on?"

Amidst the compliments, the yellow-haired gang member called "Brother Fei" clears his throat, adopting the airs of a storyteller.

He first looks around, savoring a few seconds of being in the spotlight, before slowly beginning to speak.

"Here’s how it goes, the story starts two years ago..."

This yellow-haired gang member is indeed Brother Fei.

Compared to half a year ago, he has clearly gained weight and looks rather well-nourished lately.

Except now his face is bruised, his left shoulder sagging weakly, evidently just returned from a fierce gang clash.

"You wouldn’t know, Chairman Shen of the East City Association has a peculiar habit—he likes recruiting young and strong men as his confidants."

Brother Fei speaks animatedly, deliberately withholding the information, and asks:

"He has four Vajras under him, you know them, right?"

"Besides the loyal Brother Le, there’s Smiling Buddha who handles money, Iron Fist Ah Hu who specializes in fighting, and the last one, the most favored, known as the most handsome man on Hualan Street, Liang Kun!"

"This Liang Kun is young and handsome, efficient at his job, and Chairman Shen takes him everywhere he goes."

"But guess what? That son of a gun, he’s actually a spy sent by the Flying Crane Gang!"

"He lurked by Chairman Shen’s side for two full years, just waiting for an opportunity."

"Just a week ago, the opportunity finally came! That scoundrel Liang Kun seized the moment when Chairman Shen went out to play, directly rallying people, planning an ambush on the road."

"Goodness, with dozens of submachine guns firing at Chairman Shen’s car, if not for the bodyguard Brother Le risking his life to protect him, Chairman Shen would have been riddled with bullets!"

Around, the gang members gasp, as if they were right in the scene under a rain of bullets.

"And then what happened?"

"Then?"

Brother Fei slaps his thigh, raising his voice a few notches:

"Here’s when it gets exciting! Chairman Shen was gravely injured and fled to the countryside. Do you know who he met there?"

After creating suspense, he lowers his voice, speaking mysteriously:

"Chairman Shen encountered a true martial arts hero."

"It’s said that this hero owed Chairman Shen a favor years ago, so this time he acted without hesitation, stepping in directly!"

"Alone and by himself, he stormed into the Flying Crane Gang’s den overnight!"

"With Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms in his left and One Yang Finger in his right, he beat the gang’s Hall Masters and Incense Masters so hard they were crying for their parents, rolling around in panic, nearly obliterating their elite forces..."

"Number 17! Who is number 17?"

Wen Huixi’s crisp voice sounds from behind the counter, interrupting Brother Fei’s story.

"Hey! That’s me!"

Brother Fei raises his uninjured right hand high, responding.

Without breaking his stride, he enthusiastically continues:

"Then, the hero protected Chairman Shen and escorted him back to the East City Association, dragging Liang Kun out in front of everyone."

"Liang Kun was so terrified he knelt and begged for mercy on the spot, and Chairman Shen executed him without blinking—’ka-cha’—following house rules, decisively!"

"Afterward, the East City Association cleansed its ranks, turning to attack the Flying Crane Gang, crushing them so thoroughly that the territories in Jiangbei that Flying Crane Gang had slyly seized before, were now all under Chairman Shen’s name."