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Chapter 372 An Excellent Fitness Enthusiast and Foodie

Seven o'clock in the morning.

Soft sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating a bright trapezoidal area on the light blue sports floor.

The entire living room seemed to be coated with a warm tone, softening the originally too cold and monotonous atmosphere.

This place doesn't feel like a home; it's more like a professional private boxing training room.

Against the wall, a red and black roly-poly boxing target stands quietly.

Next to it were a horizontal bar, rings, and a huge black sandbag that almost reached the ground.

At this moment, a jaw-dropping scene is unfolding in the center of the living room.

A naked man is undergoing what can only be described as self-torture physical training.

He wore a thick, specially made weight-bearing belt around his waist, from which ten dark barbell plates were suspended by a thick metal chain.

Each piece was labeled 25kg, with a total weight of an astonishing 500 jin (250 kg).

His body bent backward, falling to the floor in a reverse folding arc.

Using only the hands and feet as support points, a perfect arch shape is formed.

This is a highly difficult move in fitness techniques – the back bridge.

And he is doing this training with a 500-pound load.

After breaking through 60 points in agility, Fang Cheng's body fat percentage dropped to an extremely low level, and his muscle lines became increasingly lean and smooth.

When practicing back bridge, the muscles may not bulge much, but each muscle group is taut like an iron block, full of concentrated explosive power.

His waist and abdomen, in particular, appeared exceptionally slender.

The sheer weight of the heavy barbell hanging from her waist created an incredible visual contrast.

Fang Cheng easily controlled his body, repeatedly falling backward and then slowly standing up again.

His movements were precise and steady, as if the 500-pound weight was nothing more than a thin garment.

Her slender waist looked as if it were cast from steel bars.

It's enough to make any muscular guy in the gym take notice.

Jingle Bell--

Suddenly, the screen of a cell phone that had been carelessly tossed aside on the floor lit up.

The machine then vibrated with a buzzing sound, emitting a series of crisp ringing sounds.

Clearly, someone called early this morning.

Fang Cheng ignored him.

Maintain the rhythm of your workout, breathing deeply and powerfully.

With each rise and fall, the muscles in the lower back act like a powerful bow being constantly drawn and released.

As the sunlight outside the window gradually brightened, the trapezoidal area illuminated by the sunlight slowly expanded.

He was completely immersed in the pleasure of training his core muscles.

The bell rang a few times and then stopped.

Once again, the only sounds in the room were the dull thuds of his body rubbing against the equipment and his steady, powerful breathing, like a bellows.

After completing the 1000th weighted back bridge, Fang Cheng slowly straightened up and untied the weight from his waist.

The ten barbell plates made a "clinking" sound as they landed one after another on the exercise floor.

After being freed from his restraints, Fang Cheng felt completely relaxed and let out a breath.

He casually picked up the towel draped over the roly-poly boxing pad and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

A pale blue screen quietly appeared before my eyes.

Several notifications indicating skill experience increases flashed by one after another.

Fang Cheng glanced at it and nodded slightly.

The training effect remains as stable and consistent as ever.

He then focused his attention on a skill he was particularly interested in.

[Bridge carrying experience +20]

[Back Bridge Lv2 (461/500)]

This morning, I added the back bridge exercise to my routine, and it seems to be working quite well.

I'm about to take another big step closer to upgrading my skills to the Grandmaster level.

However, after completing 1000 weighted back bridges, I felt a slight soreness in my lower back muscles.

Fang Cheng reached out and rubbed his "slim waist," then looked up at the beach scene outside the window.

By this time, the sun had fully risen.

Golden light spread across the sea, shimmering like a piece of golden silk being unfurled.

Fang Cheng picked up his phone from the floor and glanced at the time.

7: 19.

The screen also displayed a missed call.

Press the button to open, and you'll find a stylish number.

Fang Cheng didn't pay much attention.

According to the previous agreement, since it was a phone call, it shouldn't be anything extremely urgent, and we can contact each other later.

He casually tossed his phone onto the sofa, bent down, picked up the ten barbell plates, and carefully stacked them in the corner.

After relaxing, I did some more stretching exercises.

Next, relax your shoulders and elbows, stabilize your stance, and begin breathing exercises in the face of the rising sun.

From between his chest and abdomen, faint, almost imperceptible roars of tigers and leopards could be heard.

Soon, sweat evaporated from his body, turning into a thin white mist that rose gently into the air.

Today's morning exercise plan is still to get up at four o'clock sharp.

First, go to the beach and practice boxing for an hour, then run 20 kilometers along the beach.

Then, back home, I practiced six fitness skills.

In total, it took more than three hours.

After completing a training session, combined with practicing Qigong, one feels refreshed and full of energy.

Fifteen minutes later, the Qigong exercise will end.

Fang Cheng quickly went to the bathroom and took a refreshing cold shower.

After coming out, he stood in front of the bathroom mirror and looked at himself in the mirror.

Long legs, broad shoulders, and a slim waist.

This lean and unpretentious physique does not meet the perfect standard for a fighter.

But for ordinary people, it might be more acceptable.

Her waist, in particular, looks slender yet exudes strength.

You could say he has the kind of V-shaped waist that rich women love.

"If I didn't take off my clothes and show off my muscles, I could probably fool a lot of people."

"They'll really think I'm a weak, pale-faced pretty boy..."

Fang Cheng made a self-deprecating remark and walked out of the bathroom in his slippers.

Upon entering the living room, my gaze fell upon the brand-new 40-inch LCD TV in front of the sofa.

My mom specially picked this out at the mall yesterday and had it delivered and installed by the workers.

Fang Cheng picked up the remote and turned on the TV.

I did a quick search for programs and found a channel showing an old foreign film, "The Silence of the Lambs".

The protagonist is a psychopathic killer and cannibal named Hannibal Lecter, who is having a profound conversation with a female detective who is unaware of the truth.

Fang Cheng watched for a while, then put down the remote and used the TV as background noise.

He turned and walked towards the kitchen, opening the freezer door.

A chilling aura instantly emanated from the scene, and all that could be seen were chunks of meat still dripping with fresh blood.

Fang Cheng reached out and rummaged around for a few moments, then pulled out a frozen beef foreleg that weighed at least ten pounds.

Then, he lifted the beef leg onto the cutting board on the stove, tied on an apron, and picked up a cleaver.

Click!

With a flash of cold light, the hard cow's foreleg, along with its bone, was cleaved in two, the cut as smooth as a mirror.

In his hands, an ordinary household kitchen knife seemed to become a rare and powerful weapon.

The blade danced rapidly on the cutting board, its cold light flashing with each cut, dazzling the eye.

The blade first gently cut along the gap in the bone, then quickly pushed with the hand, and a large piece of intact flesh was easily separated.

Next, using the bone sutures, the fascia at the connection point is precisely removed with the tip of a knife.

At this moment, Fang Cheng stood in front of the stove, skillfully handling the ingredients.

In the living room behind, the television screen flickered, playing the climax of a movie.

A female detective accidentally stumbles into the killer's lair and is chased by the killer wearing night vision goggles in a dark basement.

A series of chilling screams emanated from the television.

The sounds of chopping and chopping coming from the kitchen created an eerie yet harmonious symphony. Fang Cheng cut half of the beef foreleg into large chunks, blanched it to remove the blood foam, then added onions, carrots, ginger slices, and bay leaves, and simmered it over low heat, intending to eat it at noon.

The other half was sliced ​​thinly, with the intention of making a simple stir-fried beef with green peppers.

Heat the pan with cold oil, slide the beef slices into the pan and stir-fry quickly. Once the meat changes color, remove it from the pan immediately.

Next, stir-fry the green peppers, then add the beef, pour in the sauce, and toss the wok over high heat.

The aroma burst forth instantly.

Because the portion was too large, Fang Cheng simply used a stainless steel soup bowl to serve the freshly stir-fried beef.

[Cooking Experience +3]

【Cooking Skill lv1 (157/250)】

[Swordsmanship experience +1]

【Swordsmanship Lv2 (280/500)】

Looking at the notification message that appeared before him, Fang Cheng nodded in satisfaction.

Since the postgraduate entrance exam ended, I have had more free time and a more relaxed mindset.

With more time to practice various skills, the efficiency of gaining experience has increased visibly.

Today's display of superb knife skills not only increased my culinary experience but also unexpectedly improved my knife skills a bit.

As an excellent fitness enthusiast and food connoisseur, one needs not only a good physique but also excellent culinary skills.

Because only by mastering good cooking skills and processing ingredients perfectly can one have a better appetite and a healthier body.

Fang Cheng brought a large bowl of stir-fried beef to the table.

Then, he took out two one-liter bottles of milk, three bags of multigrain steamed buns, and five boxes of cooked chicken legs from the freezer.

A lavish breakfast was laid out, almost filling half the table, and they immediately began to wolf it down.

The way he ate was like that of a hungry beast; he barely chewed the meat and bones before swallowing it.

After stuffing the last steamed bun into his mouth, he picked up the soup bowl and licked the remaining beef sauce clean.

Finally, Fang Cheng stood up and cleared the table.

Next, I'll clean the house and practice my cleaning skills for a while.

As for this afternoon, he plans to go to the fight club.

Find Coach Shen to discuss karate techniques in depth, and learn the "hand chop" and "straight hand" techniques.

Let's see if we can unlock another new fighting skill.

Just as Fang Cheng picked up the broom, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

It was as if an invisible thread was being gently plucked in a distant place, drawing his consciousness.

A clear ripple stirred deep within my mind.

Is someone calling me?
Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, then he put down the broom and held his breath.

Consciousness quickly sank into the palace of memories, extending outwards along that invisible spiritual link.

The scenery in my field of vision began to flash by rapidly.

Countless images kept switching before my eyes.

Finally, their gaze pierced through the fog and settled on a dimly lit room decorated in a somewhat ostentatious style.

It's the "Midnight Forest" bar, Xu Hao's private VIP lounge.

At this moment, Xu Hao was sitting on the sofa, rubbing his temples and yawning.

A pile of empty bottles lay scattered haphazardly on the coffee table, including both foreign and Chinese liquors, suggesting the person had just woken up from a hangover.

"Xu Hao, what's the matter?"

Fang Cheng observed for a while, then asked a question.

Sensing the connection established, Xu Hao immediately straightened up as if injected with adrenaline, his spirits high, and said:
"Boss, this is incredible news! We've got some really explosive information!"

"What's the big news?"

"Two more Level 8 officers of the Noah Organization have been murdered!"

Xu Hao's voice came through the mental link, sounding unusually excited.

"And each one of them died a more gruesome death than the last!"

"One of them is Poison Scorpion, the person in charge of the field operations department. They couldn't even find a complete body. I heard from Brother Biao that all that was left at the scene was a pile of minced meat!"

"The other one, Jia Liang, is headless. It looks like something twisted it off while he was still alive. No, it should be that his head was blown off by a rocket!"

He described it vividly, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"Oh."

Fang Cheng simply responded with a faint sound after hearing this.

Seeing his lukewarm reaction, Xu Hao quickly added:
"Boss, you have no idea how strong the leaders of these two organizations are!"

"The head of the field operations department controls almost all of Noah's peripheral forces; even I have to obey his orders."

"This guy has always been mysterious, killing people without them even realizing it. I heard he once single-handedly took down a small warlord in South America."

"The other one is called Jia Liang. He's a high-ranking official in the medical department. We experimental subjects used to be under his command. Besides, that guy himself is a cyborg, and his strength is unfathomable!"

"The killer who could kill them both is definitely not simple. Brother Biao suspects it's that Smiling Demon coming out for revenge again, but I don't think it's likely..."

He paused, as if suddenly remembering something, and then cautiously probed:

"Boss, you didn't take care of those two guys yourself, did you?"

Fang Cheng did not answer, but asked instead:

What is the reaction within your organization to this matter?

"There doesn't seem to be any major movement for the time being."

Xu Hao was slightly taken aback, then answered honestly:

“I heard it from Brother Biao last night when we were drinking together. I wanted to tell you right away, but I drank too much and just fell asleep.”

"I got up this morning and before I even washed my face, I rushed out to contact you."

His words carried a hint of boasting.

Fang Cheng pondered for a moment, then asked:

"Who is this Ma Biao? Is he reliable?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Hao was startled and quickly said:

"Boss, actually Brother Biao is a pretty good person, he takes good care of me."

"He is a veteran cadre of the Dongdu branch, a native of Jiangbei, and by the way, he is from the same place as you."

"When I was young, I was a bodyguard for a high-ranking leader. I've seen a lot of blood and I'm quite a ruthless person. Later, after joining the organization, I became a vegetarian and a Buddhist."

"However, he has a wide network of connections and is well-informed in the Eastern Capital area. Some of my information actually came from him."

At this point, he stammered and pleaded:

"Boss, could you consider letting him go? I think Brother Biao... still has some use to him."

Xu Hao clearly thought that Fang Cheng was in high spirits and was about to take down Ma Biao, the remaining eighth-level cadre.

Fang Cheng was somewhat speechless, then said:
“You should behave yourself these days, have less contact with that Ma Biao, and focus on running your bar.”

He paused, a little uneasy about this hothead, but still revealed some information.

"Noah's intelligence department is investigating the mole who caused the leak of 'Operation Demon Hunter'. Your name and Ma Biao's name are both on the investigation list."

"So, you should think about it carefully."

"what!"

In the lounge, Xu Hao almost jumped up from the sofa, then quickly covered his mouth.

"Boss, I understand! I get it! Don't worry, from today onwards, I'm mute, blind, and deaf. I know nothing except how to run a business!"

A storm raged within him, and his awe of his boss deepened even further.

They are simply incredibly powerful!

They even managed to get their hands on such a secret investigation list that only the highest levels of the organization knew about.

Thinking of this, he became even more determined to follow Fang Cheng and live a life of luxury in the future.

Fang Cheng, through the mental link, naturally knew many of this guy's thoughts, but did not expose them.

He then gave him a few serious instructions before disconnecting the link.

In the living room, the television was still playing a horror movie.

Hannibal was arrested and imprisoned, but he remained calm and composed, defiantly provoking the agents.

Fang Cheng sat quietly at the dining table, staring at the television screen with a shifty look in his eyes.

A moment later, he stuck out his tongue and licked the oil stains from the corner of his mouth.

Remembering the missed call, I picked up my phone and dialed again.

beep - beep -

After ringing several times, the call was finally answered.

"President!"

A dashing and respectful voice immediately came from the other end of the phone.

(End of this chapter)