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The feeling of weightlessness as you pass through the portal is fleeting.

Fang Cheng stepped back onto the damp muddy ground at the bottom of the well.

The surroundings returned to their cold and damp state.

The two walked back along the dark passageway and soon reached the bottom of the dry well.

Looking up, the wellhead is about ten meters above the bottom.

Moonlight poured down from above, outlining the well opening into a bright circle, making the surroundings appear even more profound.

Cheng Jiashu tightened the backpack straps on his shoulders, walked to the wall, and reached out to feel for footholds in the moss-covered cracks between the bricks, preparing to climb up with his bare hands.

"No need for that."

Fang Cheng spoke up to stop him and took two steps forward.

He lifted the heavy backpack full of antique gold bars with his left hand and grabbed Cheng Jiashu's arm directly with his right hand.

"Hurry up!"

Before Cheng Jiashu could react, he felt an irresistible, immense pulling force on his arm.

Fang Cheng bent his knees slightly, and the mud beneath his feet was instantly trampled into two deep pits.

Immediately afterwards, he soared into the air like a spring up from dry land, carrying Cheng Jiashu and a backpack weighing dozens of kilograms.

The wind howled violently in my ears.

In the blink of an eye, the two had already covered a vertical distance of more than ten meters and landed steadily on the bluestone slab outside the well platform.

Holy crap!

Xu Hao, who was standing next to Qian Dongming, was idly tossing half a brick back and forth in his hand.

Startled by the sudden noise, he jerked his hand and nearly smashed the brick on his own forehead.

When he saw clearly that it was Fang Cheng and Cheng Jiashu who flew out of the well, he immediately dropped the brick and stepped forward to ask:

"Boss, you guys finally made it out. How's it going down there? Did you take down the old monster's lair?"

Fang Cheng released Cheng Jiashu's hand, placed the heavy backpack at his feet, and casually replied:
"We've made some progress; all the problems have been solved."

Xu Hao immediately perked up, his eyes shining, and he curiously looked at the bulging backpack, wanting to ask a few more questions.

Fang Cheng raised his hand to interrupt him, then shifted his gaze to Qian Dongming, who was slumped to the side.

This once high-ranking pharmaceutical group boss now looks extremely disheveled.

The once impeccably tailored suit had been torn into rags, stained with mud and dark red blood.

The exposed skin was covered with scratches from the rocks.

He huddled in the corner like a frightened quail, completely devoid of any semblance of a chairman's dignity.

Fang Cheng and Cheng Jiashu exchanged a glance.

"uh-huh."

Cheng Jiashu brushed the dust off his sleeves, coughed lightly, and began to speak:
"Boss Qian, I'm giving you a chance to live. Are you willing to accept it?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Dongming shuddered, as if a drowning man had grasped at the last straw, and nodded hastily:

"Yes! Yes! I'll do anything you two gentlemen ask me to do, as long as I can live!"

Cheng Jiashu turned to the side and pointed to Fang Cheng beside him:
"This is our organization's leader, Chairman Fang. I believe you have already witnessed his abilities. Even an old monster like Jiang Chen, who has lived for thousands of years, could not last more than a few rounds against our Chairman Fang and was blown to ashes."

Qian Dongming raised his head, forced a fawning smile, and echoed in agreement:

"I've seen it all! Chairman Fang's power is unparalleled, he's practically a god descended to earth! That old monster is nothing but a fart in front of you, he's not even worthy to carry your shoes!"

"If you're kind enough to spare my life, I, Qian Dongming, will serve you like a slave for the rest of my life, devoting myself to your cause until my dying breath."

Fang Cheng looked down at Qian Dongming with a calm gaze, ignoring the other's blatant flattery.

For him, it didn't matter how many nice words a person said; what mattered was how much real value they could extract.

Seeing that Fang Cheng didn't respond, Cheng Jiashu continued the conversation:

“Our organization was looking for a quiet place recently, and we took a liking to this piece of land in Guhuai Village. We plan to build a resort here.”

As he spoke, he leaned down, his eyes fixed on Qian Dongming's eyes:

"Now that you're in charge of this area, do you understand how to handle the subsequent procedures and cover-up?"

Having navigated the business world for many years, Qian Dongming was shrewd and immediately understood the underlying meaning.

"I understand! I understand everything!"

He hastily wiped the dirt off his face with his sleeve, quickly straightened his back, and loudly declared:
“This land is completely legal and compliant. Tomorrow I will have someone transfer the property rights to the leader free of charge. All subsequent development funds and bribing the relevant parties will be funded by me personally.”

"From now on, I will be available whenever the organization needs me, and I will absolutely obey any arrangements and never cause the organization any trouble!"

"You're a smart person."

Cheng Jiashu nodded in satisfaction.

"Don't worry, sir. I truly admire your organization. I'll sell everything I own to build this resort beautifully, ensuring that not even a single fly from outside can get in!"

Qian Dongming forced a chrysanthemum-like smile onto his old face, and was about to say a few more flattering words to show his loyalty.

As soon as I moved my body slightly, a sharp, piercing pain shot through my right leg.

"Ouch--"

He gasped, his forehead beaded with cold sweat from the pain.

It turned out that the terrifying aftershocks of the battle between Fang Cheng and Jiang Chen had shattered the surrounding buildings.

Qian Dongming couldn't dodge in time, and his right shin was hit by flying debris, breaking his tibia, which was now twisted at a contorted angle.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng strode up to him and gave the order in a deep voice:
"Don't move."

Qian Dongming was so frightened that he froze on the spot, even holding his breath.

He thought the other party felt his flattery wasn't loud enough, so he prepared to punish them.

Fang Cheng ignored his fearful expression, squatted down, and ran his hands along the man's calves for a moment.

With fingertips, the misaligned bone fragments were precisely detected through the skin and flesh.

"A spiral fracture of the middle and lower segment of the tibia, with bone spurs stuck in the muscle."

He calmly reported the extent of his injuries.

Then, he used his left hand to grip Qian Dongming's knee from below, and his right hand to firmly hold his ankle.

Under Qian Dongming's horrified gaze, Fang Cheng suddenly exerted force with both hands.

First, pull downwards along the direction of the bone to use traction to separate the overlapping bone fragments.

Then, with a flick of the wrist, he twisted and pushed sharply.

"Click".

A crisp sound of bones closing rang out.

"what--"

Qian Dongming first let out a half-scream, then the sound caught in his throat and stopped abruptly.

The anticipated torture, akin to skinning and dismembering, did not occur.

On the contrary, as the bones were realigned, the excruciating pain subsided considerably.

"All right."

Fang Cheng stood up and dusted off his hands:

"Can you try? Can you stand up?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Dongming lowered his head in disbelief.

He tentatively moved his ankle slightly, and his previously twisted calf straightened out again.

Then, supporting himself with his hands on the ground, he carefully got up, tried to shift his weight onto his right leg, and walked back and forth a couple of times.

"Huh, it really doesn't hurt anymore... it actually connected right away!"

Qian Dongming was overjoyed, looking at Fang Cheng with excitement, and bowed repeatedly:
"Thank you so much, Chief! Thank you so much, Chairman Fang, for your great kindness and virtue!"

Don't get too excited yet.

Fang Cheng, with his hands in his pockets, interrupted him in a cold tone:
"This is just a temporary reduction and fixation using muscle tension, and it can only last for 24 hours at most. You must go to the hospital immediately to have steel nails and a cast put on, otherwise the bone will grow crooked and misaligned, and you'll have to prepare to use crutches for the rest of your life."

"Yes, yes! The chairman is right to teach me a lesson. I will go to the hospital first thing tomorrow morning to arrange the surgery. I will not delay anything."

Qian Dongming nodded repeatedly.

Fang Cheng waved his hand, then offered an even more substantial bargaining chip: "As long as you behave yourself and do good deeds for the organization from now on, I can find a chance to treat your cancer."

These words stunned not only Qian Dongming, but also Cheng Jiashu, who was standing to the side.

Cheng Jiashu glanced at Fang Cheng with surprise, his mind racing with doubt:
This guy's fists are ridiculously hard, but does he even know how to cure late-stage cancer that modern medicine can't cure?

However, he wisely kept his mouth shut and did not utter a word to undermine him.

"Let's get the ugly truth out of the way."

Fang Cheng added in a deep voice, "It's just a chance, there's no guarantee that it will be cured. It all depends on your future performance."

Even so, Qian Dongming was completely overjoyed.

He was already a dying man with one foot in the grave, and he resorted to any means to join Jiang Chen in order to survive.

Hearing those words now is like hearing celestial music.

"President Fang, you are my second parents! As long as my illness can be cured, I will donate all my assets to the organization without any problem."

Qian Dongming was so excited that he trembled all over and knelt down again, kowtowing several times:
“I swear, my life belongs to you, leader! If you tell me to go east, I will never go west; if you tell me to beat a dog, I will never scold a chicken. I will do whatever you say.”

His flattery flowed like a never-ending river.

At that moment, Qian Dongming's heart was pounding wildly in his chest.

Tonight's experience was a hundred times more thrilling for him than a roller coaster ride.

He thought that since the general who had served him had been defeated and killed, he, as a vassal, would surely die as well.

Unexpectedly, the situation took a dramatic turn. The zombie king was brutally beaten to death by this formidable man, and all the other village guards were also wiped out.

Not only did he survive, but he also had a chance to completely get rid of the terminal illness that had plagued him for many years!

He secretly reached out and pinched his thigh hard.

A distinct pain shot into my brain, confirming that this was not a hallucination or a dream.

Qian Dongming raised his head and looked at the handsome, somewhat amiable face illuminated by the moonlight.

He simply couldn't reconcile the image of this young man before him with the ferocious figure who had just single-handedly blasted Jiang Chen to pieces in the Otherworld.

The more extreme the contrast, the more unfathomable the man before him seemed.

Fang Cheng ignored his flattery and looked up at the full moon hanging high in the sky.

It's almost midnight.

He withdrew his gaze and said to Cheng Jiashu:

"I have to go to work at the nursing home tomorrow, so I'll be leaving now. What are you guys going to do tonight?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Hao immediately stepped forward and pointed to the east side of the village:
“Boss, there are old brick dormitories in the village that were originally built for the village guards. Although the environment is a bit dilapidated, there are beds and blankets, so it's barely habitable.”

Cheng Jiashu dusted off his clothes and continued:

"It's really inconvenient to go back to the city in the middle of the night, so I'll just make do here for the night."

Fang Cheng nodded, then turned and instructed Xu Hao:

"Take Boss Qian to the dormitory first, take good care of him, and find some wound medicine to apply to him while you're at it."

"Alright! Don't worry, boss!"

Xu Hao grinned and quickly walked to Qian Dongming's side.

Qian Dongming's leg bone had just been set and he could barely stand, but the injury was not yet fully stabilized, so he dared not put his weight on his right leg.

Seeing this, Xu Hao reached under his armpits, supported his arm, and half-lifted and half-supported him to his feet.

"Mr. Qian, slow down, let me help you across."

At this moment, his tone changed from his previous arrogance, and he spoke as if he were a long-time friend.

Before leaving, Cheng Jiashu looked at Fang Cheng and said:
"I'll handle the handover from now on. You can go to work without worry. I'll let you know if there's any news."

"Row."

Fang Cheng responded, then looked at Xu Hao and added:

“While I’m away, you’ll follow Cheng Jiashu’s instructions. For the next two weeks, you’ll stay here and assist him with the follow-up matters.”

"what?"

Xu Hao suddenly pulled back the step he had just taken, his mouth agape.

The thought of having to stay in this dilapidated mountain village, where someone had just died and there was no cell phone signal, for another half month gave him a huge headache.

"What, you have a problem with that?"

Fang Cheng raised an eyebrow slightly.

Xu Hao quickly wiped the bitter look from his face, replaced it with a bright smile, and readily agreed:
"No objection! Absolutely no objection! It's my honor to serve the organization and do things for the boss!"

Fang Cheng withdrew his gaze, bent down to pick up the large backpack from the ground, and said to Cheng Jiashu:
I'll borrow this bag for now.

"It's just a bag, use it as you like."

Cheng Jiashu smiled and waved his hand.

Fang Cheng said no more, picked up his bag with one hand, and walked to the open space in the center of the yard.

Then take a deep breath.

The next second, accompanied by a sonic boom like a heavy artillery blast, two craters instantly appeared on the ground beneath Fang Cheng's feet.

The violent air currents whipped up dust all over the yard, pressing the surrounding weeds tightly against the ground.

His body was like a cruise missile rising from the ground, soaring straight into the sky.

The airflow, whistling sharply under high-speed friction, lifted the agile figure, cutting through the clouds and leaving a straight trail.

In the blink of an eye, it flew towards the full moon in the sky and disappeared into the depths of the dark night sky.

The courtyard fell into a deathly silence.

Xu Hao supported Qian Dongming, his neck tilted back so high that his eyes were almost bulging out.

He swallowed hard only after Fang Cheng had completely disappeared from sight.

"My goodness... Boss, you've really gone to heaven."

He muttered to himself, his tone filled with fanatical worship.

Qian Dongming was so shocked by this scene that his mind went blank, and his lips trembled slightly:
"A god...this is a god descending to earth..."

Cheng Jiashu stood in the wind, looking up at the night sky, his heart unable to calm down for a long time.

The speed at which this man is growing is simply terrifying.

Perhaps it won't be long before we see him standing at the very top of this world, looking down upon all living beings.

A deep sense of relief rose in Cheng Jiashu's heart.

I made the right choice back then; I didn't become Fang Cheng's enemy.

My thoughts drifted back to that rainy night.

Having just finished hunting, he sprinted through the puddles on the street.

She looked up unintentionally and saw Fang Cheng looking down from the window of the dilapidated tenement building on the street.

The two exchanged a glance from a distance.

Cheng Jiashu simply felt that this person had a calm demeanor and was a friend worth making.

Little did anyone expect that the ordinary young man living in the tenement building had now transformed into someone with such power and influence.

"Brother."

Xu Hao's shout interrupted Cheng Jiashu's thoughts:

"I'll take you to your dorm to rest now. Please come this way."

Cheng Jiashu withdrew his gaze, straightened his coat collar, and nodded:

"Let's go."

The two men, one in front and one behind, supported Qian Dongming as they walked towards the courtyard gate.

The night wind swept through the hall, stirring up the withered leaves on the steps.

The ancestral hall in Guhuai Village has returned to silence.

Only the cold, clear moonlight silently fell upon the overgrown weeds. (End of Chapter)