Just as the three of them chose to keep the peace and prepared to leave,
The muscular man seemingly remembered something, turning back.
Digging in his pocket for a while, he pulled out a crumpled business card and handed it to Fang Cheng.
"Let's keep in touch when you're free. I'll introduce you to some boxing friends, improving through sparring."
After he spoke and smiled, he walked away with his two companions.
Fang Cheng was noncommittal, examining the business card.
"Black Snake Financial Company, Debt Collection Team Leader, Ma Donghe."
The debt collectors reached the elevator, their distressed voices faintly discussing how to explain to their boss.
As there was no more spectacle, the onlooking crowd gradually dispersed.
A group of security guards came one by one to Fang Cheng, sincerely expressing their gratitude for resolving the trouble.
Eventually, only the young couple remained, still tightly hugging their child, sitting on the ground, deep in thought.
"I just said that!"
"The guys from Poison Snake Gang can't respond that quickly..."
Li Dingjian emerged from somewhere, his mask down as he muttered quietly, looking rather relieved.
Then, eyeing Fang Cheng intriguingly, he sized him up as if seeing him for the first time.
"How come, you don't recognize me?"
Fang Cheng was composed, tidying up the sleeves he had rolled up during the fight.
Li Dingjian pinched his arm and clicked his tongue repeatedly:
"Boy, have you been secretly training in martial arts? You're looking more and more handsome..."
"Chengcheng, what happened to you, I heard you fought with thugs?"
During the conversation, anxious footsteps and Li Biyun's voice came from behind.
Fang Cheng looked back and saw the worried expression on his mother's face, so he hurriedly explained:
"No, those people weren't thugs..."
"Sister, you just missed a great show."
Li Dingjian quickly took over the conversation, animatedly saying:
"Ah Cheng just gave those thugs a few punches like the Boxing King descending, almost reminiscent of brother-in-law's grace back in the day!"
Fang Cheng and Li Biyun turned their heads simultaneously and glared at him fiercely.
Li Dingjian gave an embarrassed smile, instantly shut up, shrugged his shoulders, showing an apologetic gesture.
Grandpa had already been woken up by the noise.
Fang Cheng stayed in the hospital room with his mother and uncle, chatting with him.
Of course, most of the time, they were the ones talking; Grandpa could only nod in acknowledgment and respond with grunts.
According to the doctor, the tubes could probably be removed in two days, and he could eat liquid food and talk normally.
After changing the IV fluids, the old man, exhausted, fell asleep, and both mother and uncle had things to attend to and left.
The room fell back into silence.
Only the intermittent beeping of the monitor and the faint voices in the hallway could be heard.
Fang Cheng sat dryly, a bit bored.
So, he stood up, leaned his hands on the cold tiles, and started doing push-ups.
Once a habit forms, it's hard to change.
Even a slight slack-off triggered feelings of guilt.
Like his future self facing failures, looking back to blame his current self for not working hard enough.
The burly man called Ma Donghe was no ordinary thug.
Fang Cheng felt a strong pressure from him, as if being targeted by a fierce beast.
Even more so than the professional trainers and boxers at the club he felt.
This pressure wasn't just a physical disparity but likely stemmed from the aura developed through frequent battles.
Fang Cheng had kept a calm expression throughout, but his body had remained tense, on guard for any sudden attack from the opponent.
Perhaps, with his current boxing skills, he might stand a chance against professional boxers.
But in the face of absolute strength, all techniques seemed irrelevant.
If the opponent hadn't chosen to retreat, and a real fight broke out, Fang Cheng wasn't sure he could leave unscathed.
When a man encounters danger,
Either vent the stress using someone else's body,