The strangest part was that the light flickered in an extremely regular pattern, alternating between long and short, switching on and off. It was as if it was sending some specific signal or guiding ships that were lost in the sea mist. Fang Cheng paused his movements, treading water, squinting his eyes, and observing quietly. Moments later, the light seemed to lock onto his position. A clear beam pierced through layers of mist, shooting straight at him. On the sea surface not far in front of him, a constantly shifting circle of light was left behind. This was no longer navigation; it seemed more like a summons or perhaps a probing of the situation over here. Fang Cheng furrowed his brows slightly, a faint red glow quietly emerging from deep within his pupils. [Eagle Eye Vision] activated! In an instant, his vision became almost tangible, possessing the strength to penetrate any obstacle. The thick mist, the dim sky, the distant distance—all no longer posed a problem at this moment. The lighthouse’s location was a solid five kilometers away from him. Even so, everything behind the window at the top of the tower was still captured by him as a blurry outline. It was a standing silhouette, holding a large, powerful flashlight. The circle of light spread, conveniently obscuring the person’s face. But with the superior insight of Eagle Eye Vision, Fang Cheng managed to barely make out some bodily features and contours of the figure. For some reason, it gave him a vaguely familiar feeling. "What does this person want to do? A voyeur?" Fang Cheng withdrew his gaze in confusion, deactivating Eagle Eye Vision. After pondering for a moment, he no longer paid attention to the still flickering beam, and instead, turned around to continue swimming towards the beach. Soon he was back in the shallow water. The seawater only reached his knees as he walked onto the beach step by step, creating rippling splashes. Looking back, the light from the lighthouse was still persistently flickering. Though it seemed as if the other side was guiding him over in this manner. But Fang Cheng had no intention of accepting the invitation. He shook the water droplets off his head, forcibly suppressing the slightest curiosity in his heart, thinking to himself: Instead of spending time playing a guessing game with someone who’s hiding their face and showing their tail, it’s better to go home early and do something more meaningful. A pale blue screen floated before his eyes at the right moment. [Back Bridge lv2 (495/500)] The skill progress bar on the panel was almost full. Fang Cheng walked ashore, opting not to perform Qigong to dry the wet seawater off his body. Instead, he directly picked up the sports jacket spread on the beach and quickly put it on. Then he put on his shoes, wore his watch, and decisively turned around to leave. He jogged lightly all the way, leaving the constantly flickering lighthouse far behind him. On the west side of Qingshui Bay, atop the cliff. A solitary white lighthouse stood amidst the morning mist, its walls mottled, full of the marks of time. Inside the top tower room, a man in a black trench coat stood by the window. He held a military-grade powerful flashlight, pressing the switch rhythmically. His eyes were exceptionally bright, with a sharp gaze that was fixated on the mist-shrouded beach. Suddenly, he slightly furrowed his brow and turned off the flashlight. Then he picked up a high-powered binoculars hanging around his neck and looked once more in that direction. A silhouette in a blue tracksuit came clearly into view. At this time, the person had just walked off the beach and appeared to be crossing the coastal road, seemingly intending to go home. "This guy... really has no curiosity?" Cheng Jiashu put down the binoculars, muttering to himself, his tone carrying a hint of helpless amusement. Today he had deliberately gotten up early, staying in this eerie place. All with a certain expectation to further probe the man’s background. Half a month ago, it was precisely because of that mysterious anonymous note that warned him of the Noah Organization setting a trap at Chenxi Home that he managed to escape safely. Since then, Cheng Jiashu had been hiding in an apartment at Sea Sky Garden. He had bought that place last year, roughly decorated it, and left it vacant. Precisely to have an unknown escape route for himself. Even his most trusted manager, Sister Zhang, knew nothing about this. During the days of hiding, bored to tears. Cheng Jiashu was constantly pondering—who exactly was the mysterious person who passed him the note? After helping him, why stand him up, leaving him to wait a whole stormy night in that rundown lighthouse for nothing? Until a while ago, in the same building, he encountered Fang Cheng. At that moment, Cheng Jiashu felt a sudden clarity. The mysterious person was most probably this guy who also had a grudge against the Noah Organization. Perhaps he had accidentally come across the intel and decided to reveal it to him. Yet, to avoid exposing himself, he chose this secretive method. As for standing him up... Most likely it was to retaliate for when he had also once toyed with him by playing mysterious, thus deliberately using the same trick. Having figured this out, Cheng Jiashu didn’t proactively confront him. Instead, he quietly observed in the shadows, while thinking about how to unravel the dilemma in front of him. Long periods of isolation made his already unstable mental state teeter ever closer to the brink of collapse. He felt he was on the verge of a psychological breakdown, but for the sake of safety, he forced himself to hold it in. Until Chief Gao of the Special Search Team came knocking, proposing cooperation to tackle the Noah Organization together. Cheng Jiashu agreed almost without hesitation. While formulating the action plan later, Fang Cheng naturally came to mind. This man who had such a similar fate to his own. If he could bring him into the fold, it would surely be a formidable force. Watching the figure in the blue tracksuit gradually disappear into the distance, Cheng Jiashu put away the binoculars, his eyes complicated. "Could it be...the one who leaked the info to me really wasn’t Fang Cheng?" This thought appeared only for a moment before he shook his head to deny it. No, that’s not right. Cheng Jiashu trusted his judgment. In this world, there wouldn’t be so many coincidences. "Since you’re unwilling to meet here..." Cheng Jiashu’s eyes flickered slightly, a meaningful smile appeared on his lips. "Then I’ll take the initiative and come to find you instead." A bit past seven in the morning, the sky outside remained overcast. Thick mist had not yet completely lifted, shrouding the nearby and distant buildings like a layer of sheer veil. The entire city was painted in a vague gray and white hue, looking a bit desolate and tranquil. Inside the apartment at Sea Sky Garden, however, the atmosphere was bustling and lively. Fang Cheng, bare-chested, his bronze skin gleaming with a slick sheen of sweat from extreme exercise. He used only his hands and feet as support points, arching his body upwards. A thick, custom-weighted belt around his waist, stacked with ten plates of dark barbell weights, clinking. A total of 250 kilograms swayed incessantly as his body rose and fell. From the erector spinae to the gluteus maximus, down to the hamstrings, the entire posterior muscular chain was thoroughly activated, taut as drawn steel cables. Every strand of muscle fiber was clearly visible, outlining a breathtaking silhouette. The slender yet resilient waist and abdomen, contrasted vividly with the heavy iron plates hanging from them, creating a striking visual impact. Fang Cheng’s breathing was deep and long, merging with the rhythm of his heartbeat. Having already exhausted a huge amount of strength from practicing Air Attack and extreme running on the beach at dawn, with just a slight adjustment, he immediately plunged into another round of punishing physical training. Yet at this moment, there was no trace of fatigue on Fang Cheng’s face, instead a look of intense excitement. He was completely immersed in the honing of his core muscles, reveling in the sensation of muscle fibers tearing and rebuilding under extreme pressure. The physical exhaustion did not bring any irritation but rather fostered an almost obsessive concentration, shielding him from all external distractions. Fitness was the ultimate control and meticulous sculpting of a Martial Artist over their own body. 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