Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 1182 - 574:

The lights in the bedroom were off.

The clear, cold moonlight streamed through the glass window, casting a silvery white shadow on the floor that was barely discernible.

Fang Cheng sat quietly at the desk, his gaze fixed on the two distinctly different masks.

One was ghastly and ferocious, the other amusingly ridiculous.

They reflected a cold, eerie light under the moonlight, with mouths twisted into exaggerated arcs.

As if silently narrating his hidden, unknown side as he walked the earth.

Outside the window, the clamor of Old Factory Street had already dissipated.

The sporadic barking of dogs and the engine sounds of late-returning vehicles echoed far in the silent night.

And further away, the skyscrapers in the East Capital Center continued to glow with unceasing neon lights.

Like a forest of steel, standing silently in the darkness, overlooking all the city’s hidden sins.

Fang Cheng gently stroked the white Evil Ghost Mask with his palm, lifting his gaze to the distant, brilliant skyline.

His eyes were as calm as water, but inside, an intense self-analysis was taking place.

Earlier at the barbecue stall, Ma Donghe’s words persuading him to join the Special Search Team still echoed in his ears.

Although he appeared indifferent at the time, a chord deep inside was quietly plucked, triggering a profound reflection on his current situation.

This identity of "White Owl" could be said to be the embodiment of his bloodthirsty and vengeful persona in the underground world.

It brought him his initial reputation, also making him a synonym for slaughter and violence.

But Fang Cheng was well aware that such "justice" beyond the rules was, in the end, a double-edged sword.

It could cut down the enemies before him, but eventually, it would attract a stronger judgment from the order itself.

As Fang Cheng’s targets grew stronger, from gang thugs to Noah Organization’s modified people, and even to the exalted S-Class power users.

The strength he exposed had long surpassed that of ordinary power users.

The turmoil he caused and the influence he spread grew larger and larger, drawing attention from all corners.

In such a situation, wishing to remain unscathed and stay at ease is undoubtedly a difficult task.

Fang Cheng retracted his gaze from the distant view, focusing again on the ghastly white Evil Ghost Mask before him.

There’s a saying, "How can you not get your shoes wet if you often walk by the riverside."

No matter how cautiously he acted, he would leave traces in the world.

Witnesses, surveillance footage, and even the battle scenes that had been bombarded to bits...

These clues could be unsolvable puzzles for ordinary police.

But for the Special Search Team representing official law enforcement power, assembling the truth was just a matter of time with enough resources to investigate.

By then, how should he place himself?

To flee end-to-end, becoming a fugitive hunted by the entire national machinery?

Or to make a desperate stand, confronting the whole world, causing rivers of blood, and killing until no one dares to oppose, the world bowing in submission?

Fang Cheng sat quietly with lowered eyes, his aura restrained, yet an undercurrent of violent strength surged within.

Neither option was the outcome he desired.

Not to mention whether he even had the capability to stand against the world.

Ultimately, his nature is one that loves peace, hoping to enjoy a tranquil life.

Amid his fluctuating thoughts, the neon-lit night outside the window grew increasingly illusory.

Fang Cheng slowly diverted his gaze from the Evil Ghost Mask to the red clown mask.

This mask was a trophy picked up from the scene after intercepting military goods and killing the Masked Guest at the Silver Wing Building that night.

What it represented was darkness much more profound and terrifying than the underground world of East Capital.

The Noah Organization, the mysterious Xiao Family, the military with eyes and ears everywhere...

Even that "Ideal Land," hidden behind all the fog, existing like a nightmare.

From the moment he slaughtered Red Tiger Gang members at the dock warehouse and got passively drawn into this vortex of conflict, he could no longer extricate himself.

And following his decisive action at the Silver Wing Building, shooting down an armed helicopter, and annihilating the military’s secret operation personnel.

One could say he was already standing at the edge of a precipice.

Once his true identity bore any slightest correlation with these events.

He would face not merely the investigation by a few mutant power users or the vengeance from some family tycoons.

It would be a thunderous strike from the national machinery, from massive organizations, capable of pulverizing everything around him into dust.

His family, his newly founded Illuminati, and everyone connected to him would be wiped out in this storm without a trace.

Even if Fang Cheng possessed formidable strength to protect his own life, he couldn’t ensure the safety of those around him.

Must he then stage a grand play of hiding his identity, cultivating arduously, and ultimately returning for revenge?

Fang Cheng’s lips curled up slightly as he shook his head with a smile.

Such a plot clearly wasn’t his style.

Speaking of which, he had been playing false roles all along, constantly hiding his true identity.

Whether it was being a star trainer at a club or a graduate student at law school, it was all to have a mask that legitimately stood under the sun, concealing his dark nature.

If so, why not find a more perfect stage that could accommodate all secrets and play a more significant role?

Ma Donghe’s words tonight, or rather, the path laid for him by Ma Jianguo and Shi Chengyi, once again clearly presented itself before him.

That is, to join the Special Search Team.