Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 1200 - 583: Skyscraper, World in the Apocalypse (2/2)_2

Chapter 1200: Chapter 583: Skyscraper, World in the Apocalypse (2/2)_2

"Get out of my way! I don’t need to explain anything to you, none of your business to meddle in Black Shark’s affairs!"

His fists clenched tightly, veins bulging on his neck, with lava-like crimson markings faintly visible under his skin.

As though he would explode in the next second and turn this annoying pretty face into fragments.

"Ha, hit a nerve, did I?"

The man in white didn’t retreat but advanced instead.

The gentle aura around him instantly turned chilling, and the surrounding temperature plummeted.

The icy chill collided suddenly with Claude’s raging heat wave in the air, sparking a burst of crackling static electricity.

"Failure is failure; in the Ideal Land, incompetence is the greatest crime."

Boom—

Just as the two were at each other’s throats.

The giant tower overhead, entirely pitch-black, suddenly trembled violently.

Immediately afterward, a terrifying will descended from the tower’s top, enveloping the entire wasteland.

It wasn’t a pressure aimed at a specific person, but it felt as if the entire sky was collapsing.

The originally wild flying sands suddenly froze mid-air, and the thick clouds were forcibly torn apart by an invisible mighty force.

Even the purple lightning entwined at the tower’s tip ceased to leap.

As if the laws of this world chose to submit before this will.

The man in white and Claude’s expressions changed abruptly.

Both instantly dispersed all strength, no longer caring about their argument.

They almost instinctively bent down, facing the giant tower’s door, and deeply lowered their heads.

Under that absolute pressure, akin to a god looking down, their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

It was a surrender ingrained in their bones, stemming from the depths of their souls. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

After a long time, the terrifying fluctuation slowly receded like the tide, retreating back to the tower’s top.

Claude wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

The violence in his eyes had long dissipated, leaving only fervent worship.

"The Lord’s strength... has grown stronger again."

The man in white straightened up, smoothing his wind-disrupted lapel.

Then returned to his usual indifferent demeanor, but his voice carried a hint of gravity:

"Since you know, just wait here obediently."

He glanced sideways at Claude:

"It’s not about targeting you. You must understand that any personal interests and grudges are mere dust in the face of our grand creation ideal."

"Hmph."

Claude snorted coldly:

"I understand this better than you."

The man in white spoke no more but said lightly:

"About the situation in East Capital, whether Fang Shijie really resurrected or it’s his son causing trouble, they won’t jump around for long."

"Once the Lord emerges, he’ll personally decide their fate, and even if the Special Search Team intends to protect them, the Lord can easily crush them like ants."

"Before that, better pray that White Owl hasn’t stirred up more trouble."

Claude gritted his teeth, not continuing to rebuke.

He abruptly turned around, looking toward the distant dim, chaotic skyline, with cruelty appearing in his eyes once more.

"Rest assured, that guy can’t overturn the heavens."

"I’m heading to East Capital now, and when the time comes, I won’t need the Lord to deal with it. I’ll personally dismantle his bones one by one and burn them to ashes!"

After saying this, he strode heavily, directly walking into the storm ahead.

The man in white narrowed his eyes slightly, watching his companion leave.

The raging gale quickly swallowed the burly figure.

On this desolate wasteland seemingly deprived of vitality, only the pitch-black skyscraper remained.

Standing silently amidst the flying dust, it resembles an insurmountable Abyss monument.

..................

The night wind blew into the car through the half-open window, dispersing the day’s accumulated heat.

On both sides of the street, glittering neon signs and dim streetlights intertwined, turning into streams of light that swiftly streaked across the black hood of the Land Rover SUV.

Fang Cheng grasped the steering wheel with both hands, steadily driving the car.

His thoughts still lingered on the events of the afternoon.

After lunch, Shi Chengyi left the Li Family Courtyard with Wei Zheng.

Fang Cheng initially thought that even using the green channel within the Special Search Team, it would take at least two or three days to complete the complex registration and approval process.

Unexpectedly, Wei Zheng’s efficiency was indeed swift and decisive.

Just before the five o’clock end of work, a phone call came through.

Wei Zheng said over the phone that all exam materials and registration forms were prepared.

Now, all that’s missing are a few of Fang Cheng’s ID photos and his signature. He even offered to drive to Wanghu Town to handle this for him.

Fang Cheng naturally wasn’t that inconsiderate.

He hung up the phone, changed clothes, and personally drove to the Special Search Team Headquarters located in Jing’an District.

This was also his first time formally stepping into that place symbolizing national power and authority, considered it an early opportunity to familiarize himself.

After completing the procedures and signing in the hall.

Before leaving, Wei Zheng brought a thick stack of study materials, all compiled from the Special Search Team’s annual Spring exams.

Brother Wei patted his shoulder, his tone relaxed, advising him not to feel too pressured.

For subjects like law, foreign language, and psychology in the written test, just casually look over them.

As long as he’s not in the bottom few for the scores, Minister Shi will naturally cover for him.

At that time, Fang Cheng merely smiled, without confirming, and thanked him before taking the materials.

Choosing to join the Special Search Team, certainly, was to hide his skills and use the official identity for cover, quietly developing in the shadows.

But that doesn’t mean he likes playing the fool!

In the eyes of those bigwigs, he’s a martial arts prodigy with profound vitality and exceptional talent.

Since he’s preparing to seek the position of "Special Needs Expert" in the Medical Team, he’ll need to present the matching credentials.

If he bears the title of divine healer and genius, but ends up at the bottom in the written test, not only would it embarrass Shi Chengyi, but also attract unnecessary disdain and trouble.

Therefore, whether it’s the upcoming physical test or the written exam, he must demonstrate a level of achievement worthy of a "Special Needs Expert."

Only by showing sufficient value can one possess more authority and freedom within this vast bureaucratic institution.

Of course, this performance should be reasonable and slightly impressive to them.

The car arrived at a crossroads.

The red light illuminated.

Fang Cheng pressed the brake, the car jolted slightly, stopping steadily before the stop line.

He turned his head, his gaze fell on the passenger seat.

There lay a kraft paper bag containing the thick compilation of exam papers.

There’s still nearly a week before the June 5th retest.

For other candidates, trying to cram these fixed knowledge points spanning over ten subjects within a few days is harder than climbing to heaven.

But for Fang Cheng, with his current photographic memory, tackling an exam requiring rote memorization is completely stress-free.

The signal light shifted from red to green.

Fang Cheng withdrew his gaze, lightly pressing the gas pedal.

The engine emitted a low roar, and the Land Rover SUV rejoined the traffic ahead.

In the following days, it’s best to stay home steadily and become a good student, reviewing these lessons once more.