Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 365 - 241

Inside the hotel room, the daylight was kept outside by thick curtains.

Black Wolf, Lord Bao, and Xiao Bei were sitting around the coffee table.

The three of them looked serious, occasionally glancing at the tightly closed door with a hint of urgency and unease in their eyes.

Knock, knock, knock.

Suddenly, a crisp knocking sound broke the silence.

Black Wolf stood up quickly as if he had been electrified.

He first tidied his clothes and then walked toward the door, while giving Lord Bao and Xiao Bei a look, signaling them to stay calm.

The door slowly opened, revealing a tall and extraordinarily handsome young man.

Fang Cheng stood at the door, his gaze scrutinizing the people inside the room.

He wore ordinary sportswear, appeared relaxed and composed, yet emitted an aura that was hard to decipher.

Black Wolf was the first to speak, forcing a somewhat stiff smile onto his face:

"Friend, it’s abrupt to invite you over, but we have something to discuss. We hope you would give us the honor to come inside for a chat."

Fang Cheng nodded slightly without speaking, and under their welcoming gesture, he turned sideways and entered the room.

He had just been enjoying breakfast in the hotel restaurant when he encountered this middle-aged man he had met twice before.

They exchanged a few words, and the other spoke sincerely, claiming to have a very important matter involving a rare treasure from the West Mountain Ancient Tomb that required detailed discussion with him.

These words piqued Fang Cheng’s interest. With nothing urgent at hand, he thought it would do no harm to listen.

Thus, he agreed to come to the room where the other party was staying to see what it was all about.

After he sat down, Black Wolf also returned to his seat, cleared his throat, breaking the stalemate:

"Friend, a batch of antiques has recently flowed out from West Mountain, with various factions competing for them. I suppose you have heard about it?"

Seeing Fang Cheng nodding, Black Wolf gathered his words and continued:

"I won’t hide it from you, my brothers and I also originally wanted to get our share, focusing on a Buddhist treasure called the ’Golden Benba Bottle.’"

Upon hearing the mention of the "Golden Benba Bottle," Fang Cheng’s gaze slightly flickered, but his expression remained calm as he listened patiently.

"It’s just that we didn’t expect that many other forces were also eyeing this treasure, and several probing actions have already cost us a lot of manpower."

Black Wolf paused, the corners of his mouth pulling down into a wry smile, with deeper wrinkles forming on his forehead.

"Now we’ve reached a critical moment. We’ve already invested a lot of resources in the early stages, and the plan is ready. Abandoning it now would be quite unwilling, but unfortunately, we lack manpower, so we’d like to invite you to join us and take part in this important mission."

After speaking, he looked at Fang Cheng solemnly, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"Yes, this brother."

Lord Bao timely chimed in, his plump hand slapped the coffee table, causing the fat on his face to jiggle:

"We’re now in a dilemma, pressing further with insufficient manpower would be like using an egg to smash a rock; giving up would waste all the efforts put in, and the key issue is the lack of a strong aide."

"I heard of your extraordinary skills. A few days ago, Old Wolf’s leg was seriously injured, but you healed it in no time, and at Mist Mountain, Fire Bear’s group was no match for you, and you took them down effortlessly. I sincerely admire those skills."

His lips moved ceaselessly, not sparing any words of praise.

Xiao Bei also nodded, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Fang Cheng:

"Big brother, I was rude the other day in the elevator. Please have a big heart and don’t take it to heart. If you join this operation, our hope will definitely increase massively!"

Everyone’s gaze was like a spotlight tightly focused on Fang Cheng, all waiting for his response.

After listening, Fang Cheng chuckled softly, not immediately responding to them.

Instead, he leaned back slightly against the sofa, draping his hands casually on the armrests, displaying a somewhat laid-back demeanor.

After brewing his emotions for a moment, he finally spoke slowly:

"For the sake of an antique I’ve never seen, there’s no need for me to take risks and get involved in your sort of affairs."

Black Wolf and Lord Bao were not surprised by his words, exchanging a quick glance with each other.

In the end, Lord Bao, being more eloquent, took on the role of persuader:

"Brother, you probably don’t know the value of the Golden Benba Bottle yet, do you?"

Fang Cheng raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at him with a half-smile:

"Is it for sale? Worth one billion or two billion?"

Lord Bao was momentarily stunned by the words, then a broad smile spread across his face, and his chubby hand waved lightly:

"Brother, you’ve underestimated the Golden Benba Bottle. It’s not something that can be simply measured by money."

"It’s a Buddhist treasure lost for nearly two thousand years, and the historical and cultural significance it carries, let’s not even mention that for now. Do you know what special role it has for us mutants?"

After asking a few questions, he deliberately left a mystery, his eyes darting around, observing Fang Cheng’s reaction.

Fang Cheng did not respond, merely crossing his arms and nodding his chin slightly, indicating for him to continue.

Seeing this, Lord Bao cleared his throat and spoke loudly:

"Us mutants have always been seen as monsters by the outside world, do you know why?"

"Isn’t it because we can’t control the trend of our body mutations? The more frequently we use our abilities, the worse our mental state gets, and our bodies develop all sorts of weird diseases, eventually turning into walking corpses, complete monsters!"

As he spoke, he leaned forward slightly, his tone involuntarily rising a few notches.