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Fang Cheng turned around and looked at the several high-ranking officials who were excited about the meeting.

"We just had a fight, and it took a lot of effort."

He patted his stomach and said casually:

"I'm still a bit hungry. I wonder if the food upstairs has gotten cold?"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Hongxin paused for a moment, then suddenly realized what was going on.

He quickly threw his cane aside, slapped his thigh hard, and said repeatedly:
"It's not cold! It's not cold! Even if it were cold, I would immediately have the kitchen prepare a fresh meal!"

Zheng Hongxin's old face was beaming with a bright smile. He bowed respectfully and raised his hand in a gesture of invitation.
"President Fang, this way please! Let's continue in the private room upstairs. Please eat as much as you like to today's meal; it's on my own to welcome you back."

Standing to the side, Wu Yingshan's beautiful eyes shimmered with tears.

She looked at Fang Cheng's handsome face and recalled his brutal manner of crushing weapons and casually slaughtering S-level experts.

This kind of man, who perfectly blends extreme violence with gentleness, exudes a deadly hormone that is simply irresistible.

After being single for so many years, she suddenly had an urge to date a younger man.

"President Fang went through a lot to protect us just now."

Wu Yingshan leaned forward sweetly, naturally reaching out to brush the dust off Fang Cheng's shoulders, her breath sweet as orchids:
"At the dinner table later, Ying Shan will have to offer you a few more toasts to help calm your nerves."

Feng Kehai also adjusted his glasses at the opportune moment, bowed slightly, and spoke with unprecedented deference:
"President Fang's strength is divine. Today's battle has spread far and wide, which has completely solidified the foundation of our True Hope Society on Yong'an Island."

"After hearing the news, those hostile forces that were secretly eyeing us wouldn't dare to cause trouble on our territory even if they had ten times the courage."

"In the future, if Mr. Fang has any requests, the Chamber of Commerce under my name will do its utmost to assist him."

At this moment, Zhao Lei, who had been knocked away by Momochi Yugoro and suffered internal injuries, also walked over with the help of two patrol members.

His right arm hung limply at his side, and there was still a large patch of blood on his chest, but his gaze toward Fang Cheng was filled with undisguised fanaticism and worship.

As a superhuman who reveres physical strength, Fang Cheng's absolute crushing blow in those two head-on clashes had completely subdued this unruly tiger.

Zhao Lei pushed aside the teammate who was helping him, took half a step forward, and bowed deeply to Fang Chengshi:

"President Fang! I, Old Zhao, was foolish before, blind and failed to recognize you as a true god!"

He grinned widely, his emotions so intense that they aggravated the wound in his chest and lungs, causing him to grimace in pain, yet his voice remained strong and clear:

"Thank you so much for saving us today! What's even more satisfying is that those two punches you threw were so powerful, you practically crushed those Japanese bastards!"

"I, Old Zhao, have always been truly convinced of your worth. From now on, in the guild, wherever you point, my fists will follow. Anyone who dares to say a single word against you, don't worry about it, I, Old Zhao, will break their neck first!"

Fang Cheng looked at the group of high-ranking officials whose attitudes had completely changed and smiled indifferently.

It seems that no matter what world you're in, fists are always the quickest way to shut someone up and teach them to follow the rules.

Zhao Lei took a deep breath, enduring the sharp pain in his chest, and suddenly raised his intact left arm, shouting with all his might:

"The president is awesome!"

This rough roar instantly ignited the long-suppressed emotions in the hall.

The mid-level cadres of the True Thought Society, the patrol members, and other young trainees who rushed over upon hearing the commotion and happened to witness the battle were all shocked.

They then raised their riot shields and guns, shouting in unison.

"The president is awesome!"

"The president is awesome!"

The frenzied roar, like a tsunami, surged through the riddled hall, nearly overturning the shaky crystal chandelier.

Every gaze directed at Fang Cheng was filled with admiration and devotion.

Amidst the deafening cheers, Fang Cheng remained calm and composed.

He stood tall with one hand in his pocket, and merely nodded slightly in the face of the crowd's fervent worship.

His nonchalant demeanor made it seem as if the astonishing act of killing two top experts was nothing more than taking out the trash.

Zheng Hongxin retreated to the side and looked at Fang Cheng's invincible back, his cloudy eyes filled with satisfaction.

He exhaled a long breath, silently sighing to himself:
President Su's judgment is indeed excellent; before heading to the other world, he found such a successor for the True Thought Society who can suppress all villains.

With Chairman Fang around, it seems their luck isn't over yet!

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The morning sea breeze had removed some of the salty, damp smell.

Through the half-open French windows, a wisp of the fresh scent of tropical banana leaves drifted into the spacious hotel balcony.

Fang Cheng leaned against the white stone railing, holding a cup of freshly brewed black tea.

The rising steam from the tea swirled in the early morning light before being torn apart by a gentle breeze.

His gaze passed over the open-air swimming pool surrounded by coconut trees below and landed on the coastline in the distance where white waves were rolling.

Three full days have passed since the battle with the Japanese ninjas in the main hall of the True Thought Society headquarters.

Over the past three days, the tourist attractions on Yong'an Island have remained bustling and lively, but a violent storm has been brewing beneath the surface to disrupt the island's order.

The real reason is that everyone in the association is busy cleaning up the mess, regrouping, and uprooting all the other lurking forces and their undercover operations.

As the sole epicenter of this storm, Fang Cheng returned to the seaside resort hotel on the very night the fight ended, continuing to enjoy a leisurely holiday with Zhou Xiumei, Lin Chuqiao, and others.

After figuring out the situation, Zheng Hongxin called almost immediately.

The guild leader, who commanded immense influence on the island, spoke with extreme humility, insisting on sending several dedicated guides and bodyguards to serve him throughout the trip.

They even suggested booking the entire hotel exclusively for Fang Cheng and his group to rest.

Fang Cheng dismissed these tedious arrangements with just a few words over the phone.

When you go on vacation, the point is to relax and enjoy yourself. If you're surrounded by a few intimidating strangers in black suits all the time, even the best scenery will become boring.

He appreciated the sincerity of her kindness.

To soothe the anxieties of Zheng Hongxin and the others, Fang Cheng readily offered reassurance.

He hinted to the higher-ups of the Truth Society that if the Truth Society ever encountered an intractable crisis or faced a powerful enemy, they could always turn to him for help.

After all, he had received the "silver key" left behind by Su Jing'an, inheriting this weighty token of legacy.

Ultimately, one must step in to resolve several troubles for the True Thought Society before the debts of cause and effect can be repaid.

As for the title of "President," Zheng Hongxin and his group can call him whatever they want.

In any case, he entrusted Zheng Hongxin with all the complex daily management and profit distribution within the guild.

Only matters of life and death need to be reported to him.

Besides accompanying Zhou Xiumei, Lin Chuqiao, and Xiao Yatou on sightseeing and shopping these past few days, Fang Cheng also concealed his presence late last night and returned to the ancient city ruins 10,000 meters deep in the Changyuan Trench.

In the center of the deep-sea ruins, he used the "Silver Key" to successfully tear open a spatial rift and arrive at the crater rock where the coordinates had been set earlier.

The moment the two-way teleportation channel opened, the wave-like light gate operated steadily, and the verification was successful again, which gave Fang Cheng more confidence.

However, he did not rush to step into the spatial passage inside the crater to travel to the other world.

The details of that world are unknown, and it would be unwise to rush in before one's own true energy is fully replenished and one is ready.

He merely manipulated the Silver Key to anchor the two important coordinates: the underground altar of the True Thought Society and the ancient underwater city.

From now on, no matter where he is, as long as he activates the token, he can instantly travel back to Yong'an Island and open the door to the other side. As for the batch of radioactive ancient remains that were previously salvaged from the underwater cave, he has already locked them in a separate storage room in the lower deck of the "Poseidon".

Once this vacation ends and we return to Dongdu, we can transport them directly to the headquarters of the Jinshui Fish Market and hand them over to the logistics department that Lin Chuqiao is setting up.

"Brother Cheng, why are you out here alone in the wind so early in the morning?"

As my thoughts drifted away, a loud, carefree voice suddenly came from beside me.

Wendi Pan, wearing a pair of flashy printed beach shorts, leaned halfway over the balcony next door, shirtless.

He held up a half-eaten avocado sandwich, chewing it heartily.

"I just went to the restaurant and they have freshly baked egg tarts and pineapple buns today. I asked the staff to pack two boxes to take as snacks to Baisha Bay Water Park later."

Fang Cheng put down his teacup, turned to look at the unpretentious young master, and smiled as he spoke:

"Okay, but you ate so much today, don't throw it up after swimming around in the water for a bit."

"No way! Dude, I got my heavy-duty rowing license back in Hawaii!"

Pan Wendi raised an eyebrow, swallowed the rest of the bread in two or three bites, and patted his firm belly vigorously:
"Let's go! We'll call my cousin and Wenxin later, and today we'll book all the thrilling rides!"

Fang Cheng smiled slightly, then turned and went back to his room to tidy up.

Half an hour later, the group took the hotel's shuttle bus to Baisha Bay Water Park, the most open area on the east side of Yong'an Island.

The morning sun had just spread across the sea, and the azure waves surged ceaselessly.

There are no reefs to obstruct the view; large expanses of gentle white sand stretch out into the sea.

On the professional waterway marked by buoys, several jet skis are emitting a deep and powerful roar as they ride the waves.

"Buzz—Boom!"

Pan Wendi couldn't contain himself any longer. Before the coach could give any instructions, he splashed through the water and climbed onto a red and white high-powered motorcycle.

He gripped the safety rope switch with one hand, then twisted the throttle sharply with his right, and the engine roared to life.

The front of the motorcycle was raised high above the sea, and the jet of water below carved out a wall of white waves nearly half a meter high.

The creature darted left and right in the wide channel, performing sharp sideslips and tail-swings, drawing frequent glances from a group of tourists on the distant beach.

On the wooden boardwalk, Wen Xin, wearing a bright yellow sun-protective swimsuit and a straw hat, cheered excitedly as she was drawn in by the high-pitched roar of the engine.

"Brother, I want to ride that one too! It goes so fast!"

The little girl raised her face, grabbed Fang Cheng's wrist, and shook it backward.

Fang Cheng picked out an orange children's buoyancy vest from a storage box next to him.

He knelt down on one knee, helped Wen Xin put on her life jacket, and fastened the buckle.

"Is the strap too tight?"

Fang Cheng tugged at the straps of his vest and looked up into the little girl's eyes.

"Not too tight, just right."

Wen Xin shook her head vigorously.

"Then let's go."

Fang Cheng patted her shoulder, then casually picked her up around the waist and carried her to a blue and white tandem motorcycle.

He first placed the little girl in the recessed area in front of the driver's seat, then stretched out his arms from her sides, gripped the plastic handles at both ends, and pressed his broad chest against her back as a support.

Press the start button, and the motor's vibrating water flow smoothly pushes the vehicle away from the dock.

Fang Cheng carefully controlled the acceleration, and the car body swayed slightly with the waves.

Every time the motorcycle passed the crest of a wave, it would be airborne for half a second, and the feeling of weightlessness made Wen Xin giggle.

She reached out her two little hands to catch the splashing water droplets on both sides, her laughter carried by the sea breeze to the shore.

"Brother, I want to drive as fast as Brother Wendy!"

Wen Xin's cheeks flushed with excitement, her little hands clenched into fists as she watched Pan Wendi speeding ahead.

"He's just joking around. Safety comes first."

Fang Cheng smiled and replied casually.

Despite saying that, a hint of eager anticipation flashed in his eyes.

It's worth noting that he recently upgraded his driving skills and gained the "driving intuition" skill effect.

This gives him a natural affinity for any mechanical creation defined as a "vehicle," significantly reducing the time needed to learn how to operate it.

Since cars are considered vehicles, jet skis are no exception.

Fang Cheng gripped the anti-slip rubber sleeves tightly with both hands, feeling the frequency of the engine vibration transmitted to his palms through the handlebars.

In just a few seconds, the machine's draft, steering limits, and throttle response lag were vividly and completely presented in his mind.

The once rigid machine now seemed like an extension of his limbs.

"Wen Xin, hold on tight."

Fang Cheng whispered a word of instruction, then pressed his right hand down heavily.

The blue and white motorcycle, which had been moving smoothly, suddenly roared loudly, and its front end slammed through the oncoming waves.

The entire boat suddenly shot off the surface of the sea, but it did not bounce violently up and down like Pan Wendi.

Instead, it cuts smoothly into the waves at an angle that conforms to the resistance of the water flow.

A wave nearly two meters high surged up ahead.

Fang Cheng not only didn't slow down, but instead accelerated again to meet the crest of the wave.

The car body leaped into the air the instant it touched the crest of the wave.

He deftly braced the car in mid-air by shifting his center of gravity, and then, using the momentum of his descent, landed steadily on the calm surface of the wave trough, smoothly drawing a large arc to complete the turn.

The water splashed out in neat rows on both sides like shattered jade.

At first, Wen Xin in his arms was so frightened by the sudden acceleration that she closed her eyes tightly. But after realizing that the ground beneath her was unexpectedly stable, she immediately opened her eyes.

Water mist rushed towards us with the sea breeze, creating a strong sensation of being pushed back and feeling weightless.

The little girl wasn't scared at all; instead, she shouted with joy:

"Wow, you flew so high! You're amazing, brother! Let's fly again!"

Seeing Wen Xin's excitedly flushed face, Fang Cheng's lips curled up.

He turned the steering wheel, following the edge of the navigation buoy, skillfully navigating the waves, carving white trails across the azure sea.

After circling the water park along Baisha Bay three times, Fang Cheng finally parked his motorcycle steadily at the edge of the floating bridge.

After turning off the engine, he picked up Wen Xin, who was still somewhat reluctant to leave, and returned to the boardwalk.

Tap, tap.

A few crisp footsteps approached from afar.

Lin Chuqiao strode over with her long legs. (End of Chapter)