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Fang Cheng casually flipped the dagger in his fingers, creating a knife flower.

He glanced indifferently at the two men still standing and spoke again:

"Do you still have something else?"

"Ah? No, no!"

"We were just passing by, looking for a place to rent."

The tattooed man and the dashing guy immediately shook their heads in denial upon hearing this.

They completely denied everything they had shouted earlier.

"There are no extra rooms here."

Fang Cheng's gaze turned cold, warning the two men:

"Remember, don't come to Old Factory Street to cause trouble again, or else..."

As he spoke, he gripped the dagger with both hands, clenched his fingers, and exerted force.

With a "snap," the thin dagger was snapped in half.

The two men were immediately startled.

"We know, we know!"

They hurriedly turned and ran away.

"Wait."

Hearing the shout that sounded like a death knell, the two men couldn't help but shudder, turning back nervously.

Fang Cheng pointed to the fat man lying on the ground, looking at these two disloyal fellows.

"Aren't you going to take your companion away?"

The two men suddenly understood, quickly returning and, with one on each arm, helped the soundly sleeping fat man out.

After walking out the door.

The two men laboriously threw him into a van by the side of the road, then slammed on the gas pedal and quickly fled.

Inside the building.

Fang Cheng looked at the panel's prompt information.

[You have used the skill effect 'Dance of Lightning' for the first time in actual combat, Sanda experience +15]

After glancing at it, his gaze fell on Wen Xin, who was standing there blankly, looking a little frightened.

Fang Cheng didn't say much, then walked away from the basement.

Just as he stepped up a few steps, about to reach the first floor.

A timid voice suddenly called out:

"Brother Fang Cheng..."

Hearing this call, Fang Cheng couldn't help but look back.

He saw Wen Xin trotting all the way to him.

She took out a card from her close-fitting pocket and said solemnly:

"You've helped me so many times, I don't know how to thank you."

"This is my lucky card that I've treasured since I was little. I want to give it to you as a gift, hoping it will bless you with eternal luck, eternal happiness, and that no danger or difficulty will come your way."

"This..."

Looking at the gift Wen Xin gave him, Fang Cheng couldn't help but be a little dazed.

The card was very old, and the colors were very dull, with a painted egg with a six-pointed star pattern on it.

He wanted to refuse.

But looking at the girl's amber eyes, as pure as if there were no impurities, he swallowed the words back down.

"Your gift is too precious, I will definitely keep it safe."

Hearing Fang Cheng say this, a burst of joy instantly appeared in Wen Xin's eyes.

The corners of her mouth lifted slightly, making a very soft laugh.

Although her face was a little dirty, the smile she exuded made Fang Cheng feel inexplicably healed.

"Xin Xin, have those people left?"

At this time, a woman's voice appeared untimely.

The smile on Wen Xin's face disappeared instantly, and she replied timidly:

"Brother Fang Cheng who lives upstairs chased them away."

Hearing her daughter say this, she glanced at Fang Cheng with a hint of gratitude.

"Mr. Fang, thank you."

This woman was probably in her thirties, and her appearance was actually quite beautiful.

But her skin was pale, and her eyes were sunken, making her look exceptionally haggard.

Fang Cheng just nodded slightly to her, not paying much attention.

As a parent, if you can't even take care of your child's basic life, you really don't deserve to be respected.

Along the stairs, he walked to the ninth floor.

Click.

Fang Cheng took out the key and opened the door.

Just as he was about to put on his slippers, he caught sight of a letter lying on the floor in the entryway.

Turning his gaze to the side of the envelope, the strand of hair that had changed position.

Fang Cheng's pupils shrank slightly.

Then he activated "Scavenger's Eye" and carefully checked every corner of the house.

A few minutes later.

He breathed a slight sigh of relief.

There were no signs of intruders.

This letter should have just been slipped in from under the door.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed, and he tore open a corner of the envelope.

He found that there was only a postcard inside.

Taking it out to look closely, it didn't even have the sender's name or address.

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It only had a simple sentence written on it.

"Hoping to have the honor of hearing your voice..."

After that, there was also a string of inexplicable, strange and bizarre characters.

"What does this mean?"

"A prank, or was it sent to the wrong person?"

Looking at the envelope, which also had no name or address left.

Fang Cheng thought for a while, walked out the door, and came to the Zhou family, two doors down.

Dong dong, after knocking on the door twice, Zhou Xiumei, wearing a hairband, poked her head out.

"Brother Cheng, what's wrong?"

She asked in surprise.

Fang Cheng's face was calm:

"It's nothing, I just wanted to ask if you saw a postman or a stranger coming to our building this morning?"

Zhou Xiumei was embarrassed upon hearing this:

"I've been busy studying pastries just now, and I didn't pay attention to the people passing by the door."

"I can see that."

Fang Cheng pointed to the little bit of flour and egg mixture that was stained on her fair face.

Zhou Xiumei let out a "Ya" sound and hurriedly closed the door.

Fang Cheng shook his head.

It would be great if Auntie He was at home.

With her gossipy mind and sharp eyes, she could even distinguish whether a dog passing by the door was male or female.

Unfortunately, she seemed to have quarreled with Uncle Zhou, and in a fit of anger, she took her child back to her parents' home, and hadn't been seen for many days.

Home, bedroom.

Fang Cheng sat at his desk.

He looked at the postcard over and over, studying the meaning of the sentence and the strange symbols.

After asking Zhou Xiumei earlier, he then inquired with the neighbors next door.

Everyone unanimously said that they had not seen any strangers come to the ninth floor.

Fang Cheng's heart was full of doubts.

He didn't know what the purpose was for someone to send this kind of thing.

Especially that string of inexplicable symbols, which looked a bit like Latin letters, and a bit like pictographs.

"Could it be some kind of ancient script? Or the language of some unknown small country?"

Fang Cheng racked his brains, but had no clue.

None of the people he knew were studying linguistics.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng raised his head and glanced at the alarm clock.

It was almost 10 o'clock now, and he still had a sparring class in the afternoon, so he couldn't spare much time.

He would have a little free time tomorrow, so he would go to the library to find some information to look at.

After making a plan, he temporarily threw this doubt out of his mind, and Fang Cheng grabbed the butterfly knife.

Swish swish swish, he quickly flipped a few knife flowers.

Then he stepped forward, and the cold light of the dagger in his right hand flashed, instantly stabbing forward.

After practicing knife skills at home after his morning exercise in the park.

Fang Cheng looked at the prompt information displayed on the panel:

[Knife skill experience + 9]

Fang Cheng nodded in satisfaction.

Next, it was time to study foreign languages.

After many days of diligent self-discipline, his language skills progress was now:

[Japanese lv0 (92 / 100)]

[Nanyang language lv0 (45 / 100)]

[Desert language lv0 (36 / 100)]

[Latin lv0 (29 / 100)]