Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 300 - 213_3

Then, the unusually sturdy head completely detached from the body, rolling far away.

Finally, this heart-stopping slaughter concluded.

Fang Cheng’s tense muscles fully relaxed, and he wiped the blood that splattered on his face with his hand.

His fingers touched the warm, sticky liquid, he frowned slightly, then exhaled softly, expelling the remaining killing intent from his chest.

Yet, the bloodthirsty atmosphere pervading the workshop lingered for a long time.

All around was silent, only the moonlight, like water, pouring in through the windows.

Covering the floor strewn with bodies and pools of blood with a layer of silver gauze.

Amidst it all, a faint glimmer flashed indistinctly.

Fang Cheng looked closely, realizing it was the dagger dropped by the commander, so he walked over and bent down to pick it up.

Holding the black sharkskin-wrapped handle, he instantly felt its uniqueness.

The blade was long and slender, with fluid lines, from the tip to the handle, with not the slightest sense of obstruction.

The specially forged steel blade gleamed coldly in the dim light, vaguely reflecting his eyes.

Reaching out to touch it, his fingertips felt as if brushed by icicles, the chill penetrating his bones.

Fang Cheng gently rubbed the blade, wiping away the dried blood still on it.

This dagger could easily cut through the combat suit’s special fabric, and in intense melee, maintain its sharpness without chipping.

If placed in ancient times, it would definitely be considered a divine weapon.

Thinking of this, he casually swung it forcefully, the dagger drew a fierce arc in the air.

"Whoosh," the sharp, subtle sound of slicing through the air suddenly resounded, as if it could split the air before him.

Fang Cheng nodded in satisfaction, deciding to keep it as a trophy.

Yet, when he instinctively reached out to stow the dagger, he suddenly realized, he was completely naked, wearing only a pair of underwear.

Fang Cheng paused for a moment, helplessly smiling wryly.

Looking around again, amidst the bodies, it seemed there was no suitable clothing to strip off temporarily to cover himself.

Before Fang Cheng could find a solution, he recalled a more pressing issue.

With so many bodies lying around the factory, how should they be cleaned up?

As he thought, suddenly a gunshot rang out from the end of the corridor outside the workshop.

In the already restored silence of the night, it was especially abrupt.

Fang Cheng’s heart skipped a beat, he immediately stepped forward without hesitation, rushing towards the direction of the gunshot.

Quickly arriving at the workshop’s entrance, he saw Ma Donghe holding a gun, with smoke still curling from its muzzle.

In front of him, T-Rex was half-kneeling on the ground, his body uncontrollably trembling, muttering indistinct sounds.

That appearance, seemingly had just been tearfully pleading for mercy.

At this moment, he clutched his abdomen tightly with both hands, his fingers already soaked with blood, the crimson liquid uncontrollably gushing out.

Finally, his whole body leaned forward, powerlessly collapsing to the ground, taking his unfinished ambition to dominate East Capital’s underworld with him as he departed this world.

"Ah Cheng..."

Ma Donghe turned his head to look at Fang Cheng, a complex expression flashed across his face, with remorse not mixed with anxiety, but also a sense of relief.

Fang Cheng didn’t say much, just nodded slightly to him, expressing understanding.

Then, he pointed out the urgent matter at hand.

Ma Donghe thought for a moment, then immediately said:

"I have a few brothers locked up in the office building over there, let’s have everyone pitch in and toss the bodies into the well, treating them like garbage, ensuring no one will find them."

Fang Cheng nodded in agreement upon hearing this, and then added:

"Oh, call Yingjun to drive over to pick us up and bring a set of clothes along."

It was only then Ma Donghe noticed Fang Cheng, wearing just red underwear, resembling a superhero, with an amused smile on his face.

It was only then Ma Donghe belatedly noticed Fang Cheng’s odd appearance.

Wearing only an eye-catching red pair of underwear, his muscles tense, a mixture of comical yet absurd.

Ma Donghe’s face first showed surprise, then he couldn’t help but grin in amusement, teasing:

"Ah Cheng, your style is quite unique, are you planning on becoming a superhero saving the world in the future?"