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"By drawing blood samples to accurately detect RC cell values, this identification method is clear and straightforward, suitable for when there are suspected targets or when investigating specific areas."

"Even those predators who have just awakened and have not yet shown signs of mutation, the Special Operations Team can rely on this key method to detect potential dangerous elements in advance, and then carry out deployment in an orderly manner."

After listening to the Smiling Devil's description of the three identification methods, Fang Cheng had a general idea and curiously asked:

"Have you never been discovered to have any abnormalities since you were a child?"

"Heh heh."

The Smiling Devil had his signature smile on his face, but he did not answer the question, only casually chatting:

"Isn't it easy to avoid their eyes and ears? Just try to avoid situations where you get injured and bleed, and stay away from activities that require blood tests."

"If you have to participate due to special circumstances, then prepare a blood sample from an ordinary person in advance, so you can replace it at any time."

He slightly raised his chin, and after saying half of the sentence, he suddenly paused, and a look of great interest burst out in his eyes as he stared at Fang Cheng:

"I am now quite curious, after you are targeted by the Special Operations Team, how do you plan to avoid their search? You must know that those hunting dogs will not easily let go of any clues."

Fang Cheng's expression was calm, and he replied unhurriedly:

"You don't need to worry about that. The building I live in has been unblocked, and their clues end there."

"Oh?"

When the Smiling Devil heard this, a hint of disappointment seemed to appear on his face.

He shook his head and muttered in a low voice: "It seems that I don't need to show off my skills to help you this time…"

His words faintly revealed unwillingness, as if he had missed a good show.

"Although I didn't trouble you this time, I will keep your concern in mind and still thank you."

Fang Cheng politely bowed slightly, then looked at the other party, changing the subject:

"By the way, there is something you may not be aware of. A few days ago, Jiang Chen had a head-on conflict with the army, and the firefight was quite fierce. In the end, he was hit by a missile and blown to smithereens."

"Are you talking about the hospital riot that was recently broadcast on the news?"

The smile that was originally on the corner of the Smiling Devil's mouth instantly froze, and a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes, obviously stunned for a moment.

However, he quickly recovered and snorted coldly:

"I had suspected for a long time that the incident at the hospital was planned by that old ghost."

As he spoke, his thoughts turned, and a bit of contemplation appeared in his eyes, and then he muttered to himself:

"No… that old ghost will never be so easily finished. As long as his soul has not dissipated, it will be difficult for him to die completely…"

"Maybe he has already left himself a way out, prepared a trump card for resurrection. Even if the newly acquired body is destroyed, he can rely on evil techniques such as consciousness transfer to change his body and return again."

Fang Cheng nodded in agreement with his suspicion:

"That's what I think too, so I came to give you a heads-up in advance, so you can be prepared."

The Smiling Devil narrowed his eyes, and the coldness in his eyes gradually intensified, and he continued to whisper and think:

"Since the old ghost hasn't found me yet, he must be very weak at this time, and perhaps he is possessing an ordinary person's body."

"Unfortunately, there is no way to find his whereabouts immediately…"

In his contemplation, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Fang Cheng with a sincere expression:

"Thank you for telling me this important news…"

Fang Cheng's eyes remained unchanged, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and then he replied in a slightly comforting tone:

"Even if you can't find his whereabouts for the time being, it doesn't matter. I think with Jiang Chen's temperament, he should take the initiative to show up and find you. When that time comes, I will definitely come forward to help you, and we will join hands to completely crush him to ashes."

The Smiling Devil nodded slightly upon hearing this, and thanked him again.

Fang Cheng smiled casually:

"Then let's say goodbye for now, let me know if you have any news."

After saying that, he waved his hand freely. At the moment when his arm was raised, his figure was like countless flickering sparks, instantly scattered and disappeared little by little into the dark room.

The Smiling Devil stared at the departing figure, his brow furrowed, still pondering what he had just said.

After a moment, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and realized what was going on.

It was clearly Fang Cheng who took the initiative to come to him for help.

How did it inexplicably turn into him needing the other party's help?

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Old Factory Street, Tongzilou.

Inside the bedroom, Fang Cheng opened his eyes and sat cross-legged on the bed.

He didn't turn on the light, but continued to think about things in the darkness.

Outside the window, there was still a burst of noise, which was the unique symphony of urban life.

The two worlds seemed to be separated by a window.

Perhaps having seen too many terrifying scenes beyond the understanding of ordinary people, Fang Cheng's mind quietly transformed unconsciously, giving rise to subtle changes.

"I'm becoming more and more like a monster…"

Fang Cheng twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and let out a soft laugh, breaking the silence in the room.

The haze in his eyes was instantly replaced by a touch of clarity, and his eyes flickered with confidence and determination.

Whether in darkness or light, what controls fate is always one's own will and fists, not the pity and compassion of others.

"Then, next, continue to practice skills and improve your own strength…"

Fang Cheng muttered to himself, then stood up.

During the Chinese New Year, there are many household chores, and it may be difficult to find time to exercise undisturbed afterwards.

Therefore, at this moment, he must race against time and take advantage of this rare free time to hone his body hard.

Inside the house, the curtains were tightly closed, airtight, and the thick darkness was heavy as if it had substance.

On the street, the noise was like a surging tide, wave after wave relentlessly pouring in.

The stall owners of the night snack stalls were shouting at the top of their lungs, enthusiastically soliciting customers, the pots and pans happily collided, and the food was rolling enthusiastically in the fireworks.

The laughter and frolic of young people, as well as the crisp sound of clinking glasses, interwove into a melody full of life.

The Spring Festival is approaching, students are on vacation, and wage earners have also stopped their busy year, and everyone is enjoying a rare moment of leisure.

The hustle and bustle downstairs formed a sharp contrast with the lonely and desertedness in the house, which was clearly two completely different worlds.

Ka-da.

A cassette tape was embedded in the Walkman, and then the lid was closed, making a closing sound.

Sha sha sha — —

With the faint sound of the cassette tape rotating at a constant speed, Fang Cheng released the button.

The soft melody suddenly flowed out like a flexible stream, winding through the darkness.

Then, the familiar lyrics also gently floated into Fang Cheng's ears:

"Hello, darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again…"

This song "The Sound of Silence" carries too many memories of Fang Cheng's student days.

In the days of studying in the past, he always immersed himself in this melodious tune time and time again, burying himself in books and studying hard for review.

At that time, he was young and ignorant, full of expectations, and every time he listened, he seemed to step into a quiet and peaceful realm of the soul.

At this moment, in this small, cramped and pitch-black bedroom.

Fang Cheng slowly opened his arms, enjoying this unique atmosphere.

It was as if he wanted to embrace this endless night, letting the darkness devour his lonely figure little by little.

At the same time, a terrifying and hideous monster figure appeared in front of him.

The monster was emaciated, and the protruding bone spurs pierced out of his body, cold and sharp, as if they could easily tear apart everything that stood in the way.

Its eye sockets were deep-set, and ghostly green flames flickered within, resembling a demon from the Nine Nether Hells, exuding endless gloom and coldness.

Just being stared at like that was enough to make one truly feel an overwhelming pressure surging forth, directly attacking the heart.

Fang Cheng fearlessly met its gaze, his hands suddenly clenching into fists and placing them on either side of his chest.

Immediately following with a starting stance, he took a tiger step forward.

With a "snap," the step landed crisply and powerfully.

His entire being instantly entered a state of combat, like a fierce tiger about to pounce, exuding a murderous aura of grinding teeth and sharpening claws, completely treating this terrifying monster as his prey.

The next second, Fang Cheng's left leg suddenly bent at the knee and lifted, his foot tensed straight, and he exerted force forward with a sudden, whistling front kick.

The air, under the impact of this swift force, actually emitted a "snap" of bursting sound, kicking away the bone spurs that seemed to be whipped like a long lash.

After his body stabilized on the ground, his right foot quickly followed, driving his left leg to sweep out horizontally like an iron rod, his toes grazing the ground, with continuous gusts of wind.

This upward step into a low sweep was incomparably decisive, and if it hit the target, one side's leg bone would surely be broken.

Either the opponent, or himself!

Subsequently, Fang Cheng swiftly lowered himself, his right elbow bending upward to thrust, like a sharp spear striking the enemy directly.

Attempting to pierce the target's throat with a crouching elbow thrust, or to directly shatter the monster's grinning jaw.

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Fang Cheng's eyes widened, like a fierce beast choosing its prey in the dark night, his gaze revealing a fierce light.

Without pausing for even half a second, his legs then acted as if powerful springs were installed, suddenly leaping high, his left leg bent at the knee and lifted, and an even more ferocious flying knee strike was launched with indomitable force.

His knee was like a bullet fired from a cannon, carrying the force of a thousand pounds, directly slamming forward.

That aura of unwavering determination, of burning one's bridges, seemed to smash all obstacles that dared to block its path into powder, and the air seemed to be torn open by this fierce strike.

With a loud "bang," the monster was violently sent flying like a kite with a broken string, landing on the wall, leaving a spiderweb-like pattern of cracks.

Fang Cheng landed steadily, and the moment his feet touched the ground, he was as light as a feather, without the slightest movement.

His entire upper body was straight, his shoulders sinking, displaying an excellent physical posture, a manifestation of power surging and gathering within his body.

The Special Operations Team's close investigation, Jiang Chen's mysterious threat, and the Red Tiger Gang and Noah Organization's secret surveillance, were like heavy stones pressing heavily on his heart.

But Fang Cheng's will had never wavered in the slightest.

He deeply knew that only by making himself strong enough could he break out a path to survival in this thorny predicament.

And how to make his own strength improve the fastest was simply to advance his skill levels.

The Muay Thai techniques that Fang Cheng was currently practicing were not the fighting skills used in the arena, but a purer life-and-death killing move.

When he was working as a sparring partner at the club, he had met a Muay Thai fighter from Southeast Asia who had come to Xia Country to compete.

During mutual sparring and practice, Fang Cheng's extraordinary physique and ability to withstand blows impressed even his opponent, who prided himself on having a body as hard as iron.

Afterward, that Muay Thai fighter demonstrated this set of boxing techniques called "Tiger Crushing Fist."

Believing that with Fang Cheng's astonishing talent, he would definitely be able to exert the greatest power of this fist technique.

Tiger Crushing Fist, also known as "Bone Method Fist," as the name suggests, specializes in elbow strikes, knee strikes, and joint locks, using bones to collide head-on with opponents, especially focusing on hard work cultivation.

This set of fighting techniques was honed in the crucible of Southeast Asian black market boxing matches, deeply drawing on the fierce and powerful mysteries of ancient Muay Thai, and displaying its ferocity and sharpness to the fullest.

In actual combat, every move is wrapped in the ruthlessness of burning one's bridges, as relentless as a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, showing a determination to fight to the death everywhere.

When boxers unleash it, they truly make their fists, legs, elbows, and knees as hard as steel, making their opponents timid before the fight and collapsing at the first battle.

Of course, this kind of boxing technique is too fierce and barbaric to be presentable.

The reason that Muay Thai fighter taught it to Fang Cheng may have just been a momentary whim.

However, Fang Cheng firmly kept it in mind and practiced diligently.

Because the enemies he had to face were not ordinary people, but even a group of demons and monsters.

"When the flashing neon lights sting your eyes, and the light cuts through the night sky…"

"Silence spreads like cancer cells, listen carefully, I can teach you, hold out my hand…"

On the desk, the cassette tape in the Walkman quietly turned, and the song slowly flowed in the silent room.

Accompanied by the melodious and rhythmic rhythm of the music, Fang Cheng was completely immersed in shadowboxing practice.

A few strands of neon light squeezed in through the gaps in the tightly closed curtains.

Carrying the unique psychedelic colors of the city night, the red was hot like fire, and the blue was cold like ice.

Barely outlining the contours of the room, and also outlining a figure opening his stance and diligently practicing boxing.

Fang Cheng stared intently ahead, his eyes focused and fiery, as if there were truly powerful opponents in front of him that he needed to defeat.

One fist, one foot, one elbow, one knee, fierce and sharp, and wherever the strong wind reached, it seemed to be able to tear the air.

Front kick, upward step into a low sweep, crouching elbow thrust, high sweep sniper, flying knee strike, backhand swing punch, flying smash elbow, pull arm smash elbow…

He immersed himself in the battlefield of using Muay Thai to kill enemies, practicing tirelessly.

One hour passed, two hours slipped away, and three hours quietly passed.

Unknowingly, it was already early morning.

But Fang Cheng had no intention of stopping.

The streets outside the window had long become silent, and darkness had already swallowed the entire city.

The temperature gradually decreased, the cold quietly seeped in, and tranquility enveloped the surroundings.

The hot blood in Fang Cheng's body was gurgling and surging, like a burning fire, dispelling the cold around him and driving his fists and feet to swing out powerfully again and again.

Then, after who knows how long.

The night gradually faded again, and dawn began to appear faintly on the horizon.

A touch of fish-belly white appeared on the horizon, as if tearing open a gap for this dark world.

Fang Cheng was still waving his fists and kicking his legs, smashing his elbows and bumping his knees, and his moves became more and more skilled and precise.

The powerful arms cut through the air, bringing up a whistling wind.

Every movement carried an aura of unwavering determination, as if to shatter all obstacles in this small space.

The first ray of sunshine in the morning, like golden threads, quietly sprinkled on his sweaty face through the gaps in the curtains.

Those crystal sweat beads refracted the morning light, shining brightly.

"Huff…"

Fang Cheng breathed a long sigh, stopped his movements, and turned his gaze to the alarm clock.

The hands on the dial clearly showed that it was already half past six in the morning.

This time, his practice had actually exceeded 10 full hours.

Such a long period of high-intensity exercise would have caused ordinary people to collapse to the ground long ago.

Fang Cheng also felt a strong sense of fatigue coming over him.

But his eyes were like hot coals, and there was not a trace of the weariness of staying up all night.

Only a full fighting spirit was still burning fiercely, dispelling the slight chill of the winter morning.

In his vision, a light blue screen appeared.

[Muay Thai lv1 (239/250)]

The corners of Fang Cheng's mouth slightly turned up.

"It's finally almost leveled up!"

His eyes immediately became more determined, and he whispered to himself:

"Then let's work harder and continue practicing!"

His words were sonorous and resounding, echoing in the silent and bright room, sounding the horn for a new round of battle.