Fang Cheng looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes becoming deep and profound.
If only he had enough reliable subordinates to protect his family around the clock and handle all the trivial matters.
Then, he wouldn’t have to be so constrained like he was now, and could fully unleash his potential to reach greater heights of power.
Similarly, with a massive organization to provide protection, enemies would also be more cautious and not dare to provoke him lightly.
Unfortunately, the Illuminati was just beginning, seriously understaffed.
Lin Chuqiao was busy preparing for the construction and material procurent of the base, and Ye Zhiran was devising plans, recruiting outer mbers and establishing an intelligence network.
Xiao Shuai followed behind the two, running errands and handling specific matters.
They were all considered core mbers, each carrying heavy responsibilities and unable to manage any more tasks.
As for Bai Ling, Pan Wendi, and Xu Hao...
One was an immature girl, one was a playful and cynical second-generation rich kid, and the other was just slightly stronger than an ordinary combatant, completely unreliable.
"Perhaps when Big Hamr and Monkey arrive in the East Capital, I can arrange for them to secretly protect Mom..."
Fang Cheng muttered to himself.
But that’s for the future, right now he needed a stable transition plan for the next few days.
"Looks like I’ll have to let Uncle take Mom to Wanghu Town for a few days."
After pondering for a mont, Fang Cheng made up his mind.
The environnt in Wanghu Town was serene, and outsiders would stand out, making it easy to recognize them.
With Uncle Li Dingjian there to watch over things, Fang Cheng felt more at ease.
Although Uncle wasn’t very strong, he was clever, cautious in handling matters, and his physique had improved considerably after absorbing Blood Rain.
Having experienced many dangerous situations, he was adept at handling them, and minor troubles couldn’t co near him.
If the people from Ideal Land really found out about his identity and wanted to target him, there were only two possibilities.
Either they would co directly, aiming for a quick resolution by eliminating him first.
Or, to be safe, they might choose to take his relatives as leverage, laying traps and ambushing him.
For the forr, Fang Cheng had no fear of battle; instead, he hoped the enemy would show themselves rather than resort to sches and plots.
For the latter, although he had concerns, he wasn’t without contingency plans.
Wanghu Town wasn’t far from the Sea Sky Garden in the Guilan District, only about a twenty-minute drive.
If anything truly happened, with his current supersonic speed, reaching the target would be even quicker.
At that ti, he could imdiately sense danger through the Sun Heart Net.
Then, he could launch a surprise attack at lightning speed, catching the enemy off guard.
Fang Cheng paused for a mont with the towel in his hand, his eyes slightly narrowing.
It seed that his mom being away from him might actually be safer.
At the very least, it would halve the chances of an attack and help avoid her being directly affected by the battle, buying him so buffering ti.
Having figured everything out, Fang Cheng turned on the faucet again, washed his face, and then turned off the water.
Water droplets trickled down his cheeks as he raised his head, staring at his reflection in the mirror.
Deep within his dark pupils, a faint, captivating red light flickered, as if a blazing sun was gestating within.
At this mont, his desire for strength was stronger than ever before.
"No matter what, I must beco stronger quickly!"
Fang Cheng murmured to himself.
It’s not just about his personal combat power, but also all the social resources and connections he could control.
Only when the Illuminati truly grows into a formidable force capable of shaking the world.
Can he truly take the initiative, no longer having such passive concerns.
"Chengcheng, are you done washing yet? If you don’t co out soon, the buns will get cold!"
Outside the door, his mother, Li Biyun’s voice, sowhat teasing, broke the solemnity within the washroom.
"Oh, almost done!"
Fang Cheng quickly gathered his thoughts and fervor, responding loudly.
He quickly grabbed a towel to dry himself, picking a clean white T-shirt to cover his muscular physique.
Then he pushed open the door, striding out of the dimly lit washroom, back to the bright world filled with the scent of daily life.
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The afternoon sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the sky-blue sports floor gleam brightly.
Tiny specks of dust floated in the air, dancing with the beams of light like little elves.
The black leather sandbag suspended under the steel beams stood silently in the light and shadows, like a silent sentinel.
However, at this mont, the spacious living room, once brimming with a robust athletic vibe, now appeared rather surreal.
Looking around, it nearly resembled a small granary.
Cases of pure milk, piles of high-calorie energy bars, and bags of whole-grain bread...
The colorful packaging nearly filled every corner of the living room, even the sofa was buried beneath a heap of vacuum-packed ready-to-eat food.
As for the large freezer, its lid was open, with cold air continuously spilling out.
It was already cramd with fresh steaks, lamb legs, and processed whole chickens.
The kitchen’s gas stove flickered with a blue fla, a large pressure cooker steaming, hissing continuously.
Rich, aty aromas filled the air, making the whole place enticingly fragrant.
On the kitchen counter beside, there were also two large bowls of freshly prepared hearty dishes.
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