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Chapter 366 The President Who Uses Living People as Exercise Equipment

"Where's the fat sheep?"

Before the burly man could finish speaking, two other robbers rushed in one after another.

They also wore stockings over their heads to cover their true faces.

He was so thin he looked like a stick, and his steps were hurried and somewhat unsteady.

The other was of medium build, holding a gleaming black pistol, and appeared quite composed.

When they saw the two boxes of banknotes on the table, which were visually striking, the two of them were instantly stunned.

"Damn, boss, this was totally worth it!"

The burly man with dark skin roared in a deep voice, his drool seemingly about to seep out of the mesh of his stockings.

"Get rich, get rich..."

The skinny robber's voice trembled, and his thieving eyes stared intently at the two piles of banknotes through his stockings.

"Black Bull, Rat, what are you standing there for? You two take the money first."

The robber with the gun, seemingly the leader of the three, was the first to regain his senses and spoke in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, the two robbers, nicknamed "Black Bull" and "Rat," immediately pounced on the table like hungry wolves, reaching out to grab the suitcase.

"What are you doing!"

Xiao Sa flew into a rage and instinctively reached out to stop him.

"Aren."

Fang Cheng's calm voice rang out, and he subtly gestured to him with his eyes to calm down.

Xiao Sa was taken aback when he saw the president's face, which remained unchanged even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him.

Despite the raging anger within him, he still chose to obey unconditionally.

He took a deep breath and slowly sat back down, but his eyes were still filled with resentment as he glared at the robbers.

"You know what I mean!"

Seeing that the two did not resist, Black Bull and Mouse sneered and quickly closed the suitcase zipper.

Then each of them picked up one of the boxes full of money, somewhat laboriously.

The weight of so many banknotes stacked together was somewhat beyond their expectations.

"It's fucking heavy!"

The small, thin mouse couldn't help but complain.

"You're as stupid as a donkey! Can't you just put it on the ground and drag it?"

The gang leader standing at the door cursed irritably.

The two suddenly realized what was happening, quickly put the box on the ground, grabbed the handle, and prepared to drag it away.

"and many more."

The gang leader suddenly spoke, his eyes narrowing slightly beneath his stockings.

His gaze shifted back and forth between Fang Cheng and Xiao Sa, who both looked like weaklings.

The gun in his hand was still pointed at them, without the slightest relaxation.

"How do you two have so much money? Could you be one of our colleagues who just pulled off a big heist?"

Upon hearing this, the two people who were dragging their suitcases and preparing to leave paused simultaneously and looked over curiously.

Xiao Sa's heart tightened, and he subconsciously looked at Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng, however, seemed to have heard something interesting, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, forming a playful arc.

"may be."

He chuckled softly, admitting it readily and decisively.

Before he finished speaking, he had already stood up from his chair.

Ignoring the dark muzzle of the gun, he walked straight up to the two robbers who were trying to steal his money.

Then stretch out both hands and grab the handle of a suitcase with one hand.

"Hey, skinny guy, what are you doing?!"

"You're fucking asking for it, aren't you?"

The black ox and the rat immediately tensed up and fiercely protected the box.

It was as if that property was already their private property, and the young man in front of them was the robber who was about to rob it.

Fang Cheng grinned, revealing two rows of pearly white teeth:

"Let me help you."

As he spoke, the muscles in his arms, which were known as "skinny bamboo poles," instantly bulged, and the knotted lines were faintly visible through his shirt.

Then, with a slight exertion, it suddenly snapped shut in the middle.

boom!
With a dull thud, two suitcases full of cash, along with two robbers who refused to let go, crashed together.

"what--"

The black ox and the rat let out painful groans, feeling as if their ribs were about to be broken by the immense force.

"you!"

The boss at the door narrowed his eyes, his heart skipping a beat at the terrifying arm strength displayed by the seemingly skinny man in front of him.

Fang Cheng exerted force with his arm again, pulling it outwards, and then suddenly slammed it inwards.

boom!
Another muffled sound.

The two unfortunate robbers, along with their suitcases, collided violently with each other once again.

"Damn it! Don't think I'm afraid to shoot!"

The gang leader finally reacted, roared, and pointed his gun at Fang Cheng's head.

boom! boom! boom!
Do not misunderstand.

He was not met with gunfire.

Instead, there were more frequent impact sounds.

Fang Cheng seemed not to hear any threat, nor did he see the gun pointed at him.

His movements were highly rhythmic, his arms opening and closing steadily and powerfully, moving the two robbers, each weighing more than half a ton, and the two heavy suitcases.

The dull thud echoed continuously inside the private room.

The black ox and the rat were like two sandbags hanging on a suitcase, constantly being pulled by an irresistible force.

Time and again, they separated and collided.

Then they separate, then collide again.

Xiao Sa was dumbfounded.

An extremely bizarre thought popped into my mind.

The president's current movement... doesn't it look a lot like doing a fly chest press with a resistance band in the gym?
However, the gym equipment uses weights.

The chairman... used two living people, plus ten million in cash.

This isn't a fight, it's clearly a workout...

boom!
After another impact.

Fang Cheng stopped what he was doing and calmly looked at the two robbers who were practically rolling their eyes back.

Black Bull and Mouse clung tightly to their suitcases, looking utterly bewildered, wondering who they were and what they were doing.

Even through their stockings, you could see the large bumps that were swelling rapidly on their foreheads, and their noses were covered in blood.

"Now, can you let go?"

Fang Cheng asked calmly.

The two were startled by the calm voice.

Coming to her senses, she looked at the suitcase in her arms, and fear appeared in her eyes for the first time. She let go of it as if she had been electrocuted.

The greed in my heart was finally replaced by fear.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng also put down his suitcase.

Then, ignoring the gun pointed at him, he walked straight toward the gang leader.

"What are you going to do?"

Alarm bells rang in the leader of the robbers' minds, and he instinctively stepped back.

But Fang Cheng's speed is too fast!
He felt a blur before his eyes, a slight stinging pain in his wrist that was tightly gripping the pistol, and then his hand went empty.

The gun simply vanished into thin air.

When he came to his senses, the gun that should have been in his hand had magically appeared in Fang Cheng's hand.

"Give me the gun back!"

The robber leader blurted it out almost without thinking, his voice filled with a shock he himself was unaware of.

"can."

Fang Cheng smiled and flicked his wrist.

The gang leader felt a cold, hard object being shoved back into his palm.

Looking down, he saw it was his own gun.

He was completely stunned, his mind went blank.

What happened?
In reality, with Fang Cheng's agility attribute now exceeding 60 points, his hand speed is practically teleportation in the eyes of ordinary people. "Don't like it?"

Fang Cheng's voice rang out again.

Before the gang leader could react, the gun in his hand disappeared again and reappeared in Fang Cheng's hand.

Click!Click!
A series of crisp, clean metallic sounds rang out.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Fang Cheng held the gun in one hand, and with lightning speed, removed the magazine with the other, pulled the slide, and ejected the bullet from the chamber.

Finally, the entire pistol was disassembled into a pile of parts and thrown on the table.

Fang Cheng's fingers seemed to have a life of their own, dancing nimbly on the gun.

What appears to be a series of dazzling movements actually happens in just half a second.

All the people saw was a blurry finger shadow flash by.

In the blink of an eye, a fully loaded pistol was transformed in his hands into a pile of harmless metal parts.

The gang leader panicked completely; his hand, still gripping the gun, trembled uncontrollably.

"You...what exactly do you want to do?"

Outside the private room, several daring waiters and guests were secretly peeking inside from the corridor.

Fang Cheng's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he lowered his voice, leaning close to the bandit leader's ear:

"Get out of here right now while I'm in a good mood, or I'll dismantle you all into parts!"

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, exuding a chilling killing intent.

The bandit leader trembled, then felt as if he had been granted a pardon.

He dared not look Fang Cheng in the eye, and turned to his two still-dazed underlings, cursing them loudly:
"What the hell are you all standing there for? Get the hell out of here!"

As he spoke, he grabbed one person with each hand and scrambled out of the private room.

The three robbers staggered and panicked, almost falling down the stairs before their disheveled figures quickly disappeared from sight.

After the robbers fled, the teahouse was initially deathly silent, then erupted into a clamor.

The waiters and other guests chatted amongst themselves, their faces filled with relief at surviving the ordeal.

Inside the private room, Fang Cheng bent down and picked up the magazines and parts one by one, reassembling them at a faster speed than when he disassembled them.

Then, he tossed a perfectly intact pistol to Xiaosai, who was still in a daze.

"Since someone has given me a weapon, I'll use it for self-defense."

Xiao Sa snapped out of his daze and hurriedly caught it; the icy touch invigorated him.

Fang Cheng then took out a bunch of keys from his pocket and tossed them over as well.

"You can drive, right? Take your suitcase and deliver the money to Room 1903, Building 7, Haitian Garden, Guanlan District. The car is parked downstairs."

He carefully and casually put away the keys and pistol, and nodded emphatically without any questions.
"Yes, Chairman, I'll take care of it right away."

After giving his instructions, Fang Cheng turned and walked downstairs.

The reason I showed leniency to those three robbers was not only because there were bystanders present, and I was concerned about the impact of their actions, so I didn't want to be too harsh.

More importantly, he sensed something was amiss.

These robbers, though seemingly reckless, were actually methodical in their actions and had a clear objective.

Moreover, his physical fitness is significantly different from that of ordinary people.

He was no ordinary street thug.

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

The room was dimly lit, filled with the smell of mildew and disinfectant.

Large sections of wallpaper peeled off, revealing mottled cement underneath.

Amidst the rustling sounds, a plump rat darted out from the corner and quickly slipped under the sofa.

Outside the window, a piercing siren sounded as it approached from afar, then howled away into the distance.

It appears that police cars were driving by on the nearby streets.

Wow.

The curtains, which were tightly drawn back, were pulled open a crack by a hand.

The dim sunlight struggled to squeeze in, barely illuminating the room.

The person standing at the window was the gang leader who had robbed the teahouse earlier.

He cautiously surveyed the street below, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the police car was just passing by.

Then he ripped off the stockings from his head, revealing the weathered face of a middle-aged man.

"Damn, was that guy a monster?"

The indignant voice of Black Bull rang out from behind.

"Who the hell knows! That guy's strength is ridiculously high, he can't possibly be a normal person!"

The mouse responded weakly, its voice filled with lingering fear.

The two also took off their hoods, and their bruised and swollen faces looked particularly comical.

"Sigh, what a waste of so much money. I've never seen so many banknotes piled up together in my entire life."

Black Bull rubbed his aching chest, his face full of regret, then muttered resentfully:
"Boss, how about we rob a bank another day?"

"You still have the mind to think about money? You almost got beaten to death as a punching bag at the teahouse just now."

The mouse immediately made a sarcastic remark.

"What did you say? You skinny monkey got hammered too?"

Black Bull retorted defiantly.

"I'm not as strong as you, so it's normal that I can't beat you!"

"Okay, shut up, everyone!"

Standing at the window, the eldest brother, who hadn't spoken until now, finally opened his mouth, his voice icy:

"You two should be grateful that you just escaped with your lives."

The black ox and the mouse, who were arguing, were both stunned when they heard this.

The middle-aged man turned around, his expression grave, and continued:
"That person is very strong. Even if ten of me were put together, we would definitely not be his match."

The black bull and the rat were completely stunned.

The two were well aware of their boss's abilities.

He had been injected with that special drug many times, and even a dozen strong men couldn't get close to him when he was unarmed.

Now, the boss is actually saying that even ten of him couldn't beat that young man who looks like a pretty boy?

However, recalling the scene that seemed like a magic trick, where the gun inexplicably fell into the other party's hands and was instantly disassembled into parts, it was still a shock.

The two of them couldn't help but shiver.

I was still dizzy from the impact and hadn't had time to think about it properly.

The more I think about it, the more chills run down my spine; that hand speed is simply beyond human comprehension.

"Boss."

The rat's voice trembled slightly: "The person Master Jia asked us to test today... seems to be no ordinary person, as he actually has such a skilled protector by his side."

The middle-aged man didn't reply; he just stared out the window, lit a cigarette, and smoked it silently.

He seemed to be pondering something important.

The dimly lit, dilapidated room fell silent once more.

As the sun sets, the noise outside the window gradually subsides.

The twilight light bathed everything inside in a twilight hue, as if it were gradually being swallowed by darkness.

"When will Master Jia finally arrive?"

A rough voice broke the silence; it was Black Bull muttering impatiently:
"This godforsaken place is filthy and stinky. It's almost dark, and I've already made plans to go to a bar with my girlfriend tonight!"

Hearing its companion speak up, the mouse also chimed in with a complaint:
"I don't know what the people in the organization have been up to lately, acting all mysterious. They even chose a place like this to meet."

The middle-aged man ignored their complaints.

He raised his wrist and glanced at the time on his watch.

It's already 18:03.

Just then, a series of unhurried footsteps echoed in the old corridor outside the door.

The expressions of the three people inside the room instantly became tense.

The middle-aged man immediately stubbed out his cigarette, walked silently to the door, and peered through the peephole.

A figure came into view.

He was a young man, wearing faded gray overalls, black-rimmed glasses, and carrying a worn-out canvas bag.

He looked like a plumber or electrician who had just finished get off work and was passing by.

However, the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly narrowed.

He quickly opened the door, a respectful smile on his face, and greeted the people outside:

"Master Jia, we have been waiting for you here for a long time as agreed."

The young man nodded slightly, his gaze behind his glasses calm and unwavering, and walked straight in.

(End of this chapter)