Start the liver experience with push-ups

The muscular man in the elastic shirt remained silent, his eyes fixed on Fang Cheng.

Standing over six feet tall, with a bulky, laterally-grown physique, he exuded intimidation without uttering a word.

Fang Cheng grew wary, his shoulders slightly angled, his feet stepping forward and back, adopting a low stance.

Ready to switch between offense and defense at any moment.

The muscular man in the elastic shirt stopped, maintaining a distance of just over an arm's length.

Then, with a puzzled expression, he asked:

"You've trained in boxing too? Are you one of us?"

Fang Cheng couldn't help but be taken aback, looking at the guy in front of him who was as strong as a bear.

The muscular man in the elastic shirt's brow slightly relaxed, and he began to chat with considerable interest:

"Just now, you used your eyes and feints to trick him into dropping the knife, and that changing hook punch was quite good!"

"Have you fought in competitions? We can spar sometime if you're free."

His words even carried a hint of admiration.

"Brother Ma..."

A Dong groaned, finally recovering from the "liver explosion."

After Fang Cheng punched the blond-haired man unconscious, the criminal law regarding excessive self-defense instantly flashed through his mind.

Therefore, although the two consecutive attacks that followed were fast, he reduced the power considerably.

After all, this was his first time punching someone with his iron fist, and it was difficult to control the degree, afraid of really causing internal bleeding.

"Oh—"

The muscular man suddenly understood, then vigorously wiped his face and changed to a fierce expression.

"I don't care if you're one of us or not!"

"Isn't it natural and right to pay back debts? Can those who owe money be justified?"

He shouted loudly, turning to look at the onlookers and security guards.

"Isn't that right? Everyone, judge fairly, is there anything wrong with what we're doing?"

Seeing that he didn't seem to have much malice, Fang Cheng breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"You're causing trouble here, affecting other patients' rest. If you have disputes, you can find the police to help, go to the police station to negotiate a solution."

Hearing Fang Cheng say this, A Dong curled his lip, unable to resist retorting:

"Do you know our identity? We're from the Viper Gang..."

"Cough, cough!"

The muscular man coughed abruptly twice, quickly taking over the conversation and explaining:

"We are debt collectors from a legitimate financial company."

Fang Cheng didn't bother to care about their specific origins, but continued to persuade politely:

"What's the use of you taking the child away? He has leukemia. Who will be responsible if his condition deteriorates during this time?"

"According to the law, you will definitely bear the crime of negligent homicide, or are you willing to pay for the child's living expenses and medical expenses?"

"After he is cured, find him for whatever you need, collect the debt, even if you sue in court, you will be more justified."

"What you said... seems to make sense."

Perhaps impressed by Fang Cheng's polite attitude, the muscular man touched his chin and couldn't help but start to ponder.

"Seeing that you speak so reasonably, okay, I'll give them another month."

"One month should be enough to scrape together the interest, right?"

He turned around, looking at the young couple with nervous expressions.

"Thank you, thank you!"

The muscular man scolded, then instructed another underling:

"A Dong, take him downstairs to register and see if he has a concussion. Our boxers' fists are not just for show."

Just as the three guys chose to settle the matter and were about to leave.

The muscular man seemed to suddenly remember something and turned back.

He rummaged in his pocket for a long time, took out a crumpled business card, and handed it to Fang Cheng.

"Keep in touch often when you're free. I'll introduce you to some boxing friends so we can improve by sparring with each other."

After saying that, he smiled and left with his two underlings.

Fang Cheng remained noncommittal, looking at the business card.

"Black Snake Financial Company, Collection Team Leader, Ma Donghe."

As the collection trio walked to the elevator, faint voices of distress could still be heard.

They seemed to be discussing among themselves how to explain to their boss when they got back.

Seeing that there was no excitement to watch, the onlookers gradually dispersed.

A group of security guards walked up to Fang Cheng one by one, sincerely expressing their gratitude for solving their work difficulties.

In the end, only the young couple remained, still hugging their child tightly, sitting blankly on the ground, not yet recovered.

"I knew it!"

"There's no way guys from the Viper Gang would react so quickly..."

Li Dingjian emerged from somewhere, his mouth, now without a mask, muttering in a low voice, his expression revealing a sense of relief.

Then, with a strange look, he sized up Fang Cheng, as if seeing him for the first time.

"What's wrong? Can't recognize me?"

Fang Cheng remained calm, tidying up the sleeves he had rolled up during the fight.

Li Dingjian reached out and pinched his arm, clicking his tongue in admiration:

"You little brat, you've been secretly practicing martial arts, huh? You're really getting more and more handsome..."

"Chengcheng, what's wrong? I heard people say you were fighting with thugs?"

As she spoke, hurried footsteps and Li Biyun's voice came from behind.

Fang Cheng turned his head and saw his mother's worried look, so he quickly explained:

"No, those people weren't thugs..."

"Sis, you missed a good show."

Li Dingjian quickly took over the conversation, his eyebrows dancing as he said:

"The punches that Acheng threw just now to beat up those thugs were just like the King of Boxing descending, with some of your brother-in-law's style from back then!"

Fang Cheng and Li Biyun turned their heads in unison, glaring at him fiercely.

Li Dingjian smiled sheepishly, immediately shutting his mouth and falling silent, shrugging his shoulders to express his apology.

Grandpa had been woken up by this time.

Fang Cheng, along with his mother and uncle, stayed in the ward, talking with him for a while.

Of course, most of the time they were the ones talking, and Grandpa could only nod to indicate, humming in response.

According to the doctor, he should be able to have the tubes removed in two days, eat some liquid food, and speak normally.

After changing the IV drip, the old man fell asleep tiredly, and his mother and uncle left for their own affairs.

The room fell silent again.

Only the beeping of the monitor sounded from time to time, and the faint voices from the corridor could be heard.

Fang Cheng sat there idly, feeling a little bored.

So he stood up, placing his hands on the cold tiles, and started practicing push-ups.

Once a habit is formed, it is difficult to change.

Even a little bit of laziness brings a sense of guilt.

It's like the future self, who has encountered failure, turning around to condemn the present self for not working hard enough.

That muscular man named "Ma Donghe" was no ordinary thug.

Fang Cheng felt a strong sense of pressure from him, as if he was being targeted by a ferocious beast.

Even exceeding the feeling that the professional trainers and boxers in the club gave him.

This sense of pressure was not only the difference in physique but more likely the difference in aura cultivated through frequent battles.

Fang Cheng's expression was calm just now, but his body had been tense, guarding against the opponent's sudden attack.

Perhaps, with his current boxing skills, he could already contend with professional boxers.

But in the face of absolute power, any skill is fleeting.

If the other party had not chosen to back down, and had really started fighting, Fang Cheng couldn't guarantee that he could escape unscathed.

When a man encounters danger.

Either use other people's flesh to vent pressure.

Or hone one's own flesh, improving the confidence to completely defeat the opponent.

Fang Cheng chose the latter.

During this time, the nurse came in for a routine check.

Seeing his reckless energy in doing push-ups, her eyes couldn't help but look a little strange.

Fang Cheng didn't care about other people's gazes.

Looking at the prompt messages constantly popping up on the panel, he silently counted.

[You completed 6 standard push-ups, skill experience +1]

[You completed 6 standard push-ups, skill experience +1]

[You completed 7 standard push-ups, skill experience +1]

… … … … … …

As the progress bar exceeded halfway, approaching the upper limit of lv0, the speed of skill experience growth became slower and slower.

I'm afraid that after upgrading to lv1, just like with boxing, the effectiveness of ordinary training will become much lower.

Just like the opponents encountered in the two actual combats.

That drunkard with a body full of fat, the panel could give the evaluation of "a match for each other."

Easily defeating him, experience surged by 20 points.

But the two hooligans who had been fighting on the streets for many years only received the title of "insignificant person."

The experience gained from defeating them was actually almost the same as the drunkard.

But thinking about it, it felt quite reasonable again.

After the boxing skill was upgraded to lv1, the rating given by the panel was "expert level."

Even if the two hooligans were extremely experienced in fighting, compared to himself, this expert, what else could they be but rookies?

Fang Cheng got up, gasping for breath.

Holding his hands, he stared at the veins protruding on the back of his fists.

With the skill level increasing, his physique is constantly strengthening.

Rather than saying that the opponents faced will become stronger and stronger.

It is better to say that the challenges he needs must be strong enough.

The greater the difficulty, the greater the reward.

Breaking through the upper limit of the "boxing" skill is done by setting up imaginary enemies, practicing air strikes, and simulating actual combat.

To break through the upper limit of the "push-up" skill, if you continue to repeat basic exercises, the efficiency is obviously a bit low.

The most appropriate method should be to increase the difficulty of completing each movement.

Fortunately, the "Convict Conditioning" exercise system is complete.

Each fitness skill has corresponding reasonable advanced training methods, which can be unlocked sequentially and gradually improved.

There is no need to worry about this.