Chapter 1577 - 757:

Chapter 1577: Chapter 757:

The two burly men didn’t respond, but a defiant expression appeared on their faces, clearly agreeing with his statement.

They weren’t afraid of risking their lives; they just didn’t want to relive the encounter in the Southern Ocean, being used like dogs, only to be kicked aside when done.

Such humiliation is unbearable for anyone. If truly pushed to a corner, these people would do anything, even if it meant piercing the sky.

"Kun, the most important thing when we do business is to maintain our reputation,"

Faced with Huang Mao’s bold proposal, Brother Tian remained calm, and advised earnestly:

"If you ruin your own brand, which sponsor would dare collaborate with you in the future?"

Actually, he had another thought he didn’t voice out.

Last week, when he met alone with an agent of that mysterious organization, even from three meters away, he could sense a chilling aura of death from the other party.

That was definitely not a feeling ordinary humans should have.

Although Brother Tian prided himself on possessing extraordinary abilities, and his brothers were all tough characters who had climbed out of piles of the dead, working seamlessly in battle.

But without understanding the opponent’s background, rashly tearing faces would be courting death.

If he had to choose, he would rather fight the Special Search Team of Xia Country than get entangled with these mysterious monsters.

"However, Kun did mention something right.."

After educating his junior, Brother Tian shifted his tone, raising his eyebrows:

"For such a secretive organization, we can’t completely trust them, nor place all our hopes on their promises."

His body leaned slightly forward, hands pressing on the table edge, his gaze behind the lenses became exceptionally sharp:

"So, our most important task now is to do a good job with this current job, make a name for ourselves, and show them the true skills of our Red Demon Mercenaries."

"During this, we must strike a balance, do things beautifully, but not become the target of public criticism, cutting off our own retreat."

"I already have a rough plan, so relax. Once we get the detailed information in a couple of days, I’ll arrange the specific tasks."

"It’s good that you have a plan, Brother Tian."

Upon hearing this, Kun instantly got excited, rubbing his hands eagerly and said furiously:

"Our few brothers are ace elites from the battlefield. As long as we don’t clash directly with the Special Search Team, those ordinary cops trying to mess with us are just courting death!"

"Brother Tian and Kun are right."

"If any blind cops dare to interfere, I’ll just blow up their car with a high-explosive grenade!"

The two burly men nodded along in agreement, their previous doubts dissipating significantly.

The short-haired woman looked at Brother Tian’s calm demeanor, and the stone in her heart also settled down.

Brother Tian glanced around at these brothers who shared joys and sorrows with him:

"Du Juan, Kun, Mang, Shan Cai, I often say that in this world, the most important thing for a person is to rely on themselves, others are unreliable."

"As long as we show our irreplaceable value, even if we don’t cooperate with this mysterious organization, other major forces will naturally be willing to spend heavily to recruit us, enough for us to establish ourselves in Xia Country."

"As for this current sponsor, once we figure out their details, whether to continue working for them or to find an opportunity to backstab them, the initiative lies in our hands."

Having said that, his tone suddenly softened, the aura of a fierce thug completely dissipating.

Brother Tian pulled a warm smile, picked up chopsticks, and fished out a piece of tender white fish from the boiling red oil soup, placing it in his dipping sauce dish.

"Alright, we don’t need to worry about so much for now. This place makes pretty good cold pot fish, the fish is tender, the base spicy enough, and the other ingredients are varied."

"Everyone eat a bit more, fill your stomachs well, and gather energy to be ready to get to work."

His behavior and speech bore no hint of impending murder and robbery; rather, he seemed like a conscientious boss leading employees on a team-building dinner.

The four responded in unison, picking up their chopsticks again.

The subtle clinking of chopsticks meeting bowls and dishes resumed, blending with the gurgling sound of the boiling hot pot.

...

Four in the morning.

The coastal line outside East Capital had yet to fully awaken from its slumber.

Ascending along the steep and rugged mountain path, an abandoned lighthouse stood quietly at the edge of a hundred-meter-high cliff.

The white paint of the lighthouse’s body had long been eroded by the constant sea breeze, revealing rusty steel bars and a gray cement framework inside.

Beneath the cliff, the tide was in a fierce rising phase.

Tons of seawater, laced with white foam, slammed repeatedly against the angular black rocks, emitting thunderous roars.

The water vapor was so dense that it seemed to make the rock walls of the entire cliff tremble slightly.

At the very edge of this steep cliff, on a granite rock jutting outward, a figure sat cross-legged.

He was bare-chested, wearing only a pair of bright red shorts.

His hands rested naturally on his knees, his back straight as a rod.

The entire person resembled a bronze statue nailed to the rock, unmoved by the raging waves below.

If you look closely, you’d notice his chest rising and falling ever so slightly.

Every few minutes, a faint and long airflow would exhale gently from his nostrils.

This unique breathing rhythm made his aura blend seamlessly with the cold rocks and humid sea breeze around him.

Even if someone passed by him, without specifically looking, they would never perceive a living person sitting there.

More strikingly, the space within ten steps around him seemed frozen.

On the sea surface a hundred meters away, strong winds howled, whipping up waves several meters high.

But once this wind reached the cliff and touched Fang Cheng’s area, it seemed to sink into a viscous mire, vanishing instantly.

The wild grasses and shrub branches growing around him were frozen in mid-air, completely still.

Even the drops of dew falling from the tree branches paused half a meter above his head, suspended against the pull of gravity.

In this circle of just ten steps, time seemed to have been forcibly paused, forming an absolutely still, independent domain.

Somewhere along the ocean horizon to the east, a crack appeared.

The originally gray-white underside of the clouds began to unveil a touch of faint ochre.

As time passed, the ochre quickly spread in all directions, becoming deeper in color.

Eventually it morphed into a vibrant crimson, as if ablaze.

The brilliant dawn lights spilled over the undulating waves, casting the first ray of morning light on Fang Cheng.

In this light, you could clearly see his thoroughly honed physique.

His broad shoulders, sharply defined back and chest muscles, and the stomach muscles aligned like they were carved with a knife.

Each muscle held a wild force, shimmering faintly with a metallic luster under the morning glow.

He left an impression like that of a terrifying beast lying dormant within a human shell.

Time unknowingly passed, and the sky got increasingly bright.

Fang Cheng’s eyes suddenly shot open.

Inside his pupils, a dazzling glint, sharper than the rising sun in the distance, flashed like an unsheathed sword.

With his eyes opened, the invisible force sealing the surrounding area instantly disintegrated.

The previously frozen air began circulating once again.

The long-restrained sea breeze rushed in, rustling the dead grass and shrubbery on the ground.

The salty sea mist blew against his sturdy chest.

Fang Cheng’s chest heaved high, then he gently parted his lips, exhaling softly.

Hiss——

A pure white wave of air erupted from his mouth, making a sharp hissing sound in the air.

It shot out five or six meters forwards like an arrow, piercing the sea wind, before slowly dispersing into a mist beyond the cliff.

At that moment, a familiar light blue screen unfolded before Fang Cheng’s eyes.

[Visualization Experience +5]

[Visualization Level 3 (873/1000)]

[Qigong Experience +6]

[Qigong Level 3 (451/1000)]