"By the way, keep a low profile lately, manage your boys’ mouths well, and don’t let them gossip everywhere."
"I’ll help you suppress what happened last night, to prevent any rumors from reaching those guys at the top and leaving a bad impression of you."
Xu Hao’s heart skipped a beat.
Before he could fully grasp the underlying aning, the call had already ended.
Holding the beeping phone, he sat dazedly on the sofa.
His heart had just relaxed half a beat, yet he felt even more agitated.
Was Chen Chen truly convinced by his explanation, or was he probing, trying to win him over?
Xu Hao furrowed his brows, tossed the phone onto the sofa, and rubbed his aching temples.
Although he smartly talked his way past a deadly problem temporarily,
Everything that happened last night felt like an endless nightmare.
Special Search Team, Noah Organization, the pale-faced monster, and that damned investigator nad Gao...
Troubles ca one after another, impossible to shake off.
It felt like he was sinking deeper into a vast quagmire.
"Damn it, I just wanted to make a na for myself in the promising career of a gangster, how did I end up being a traitor..."
Xu Hao couldn’t help but lower his voice, cursed.
Then he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, shook one out, lit it, and took a deep drag.
In the swirling smoke, his expression was uncertain.
Xu Hao’s real fear wasn’t Chen Chen himself, but the massive shadow controlling everything behind the Red Tiger Gang.
Even though he prided himself on his formidable combat skills, against such an organization, his individual strength seed as insignificant as an ant.
Moreover, his extraordinary abilities were gifted by that very organization.
"Whatever, let’s see what they’ve got, I’m not afraid!"
Xu Hao spat out a smoke ring while grumbling, squinting as he plotted.
He needed to untangle the ss at hand—
To be wary of the Special Search Team, stabilize the gang, and guard against those lunatics from Noah Organization...
The room was very quiet, only the sound of his own breathing and the faint hum of an old air conditioner.
However, just then, a sense of being watched crept up his spine without warning, instantly tightening all his muscles.
Sothing’s wrong!
This room... was excessively quiet.
Moreover, it seed... there was an extrely faint yet real breathing sound added to it.
Xu Hao’s eyes widened, his neck creakingly, bit by bit, turning to the darkest corner in the room.
In the depths of that shadow, at so point, a figure had appeared!
Xu Hao’s pupils contracted sharply, his hair standing on end.
This person managed to hide from his proud perception ability, invading here silently.
"You seem to be in trouble."
A flat voice broke the dead silence of the room.
The figure just stood there quietly, like a ghost rged with the shadows.
Xu Hao’s heart contracted suddenly, nearly jumping off the sofa.
But when he saw the visitor’s face, especially those eyes sharp as a hawk’s even in the gloom, after intense shock, he cald down.
He recognized him.
"It’s you..."
Xu Hao subconsciously clenched his fist, asked trying to remain calm:
"How did you get in?"
Xu Hao clearly rembered the door was locked, and his boys were guarding outside.
"If I want to co in, I just co in."
Fang Cheng replied casually, his tone as relaxed as discussing the weather outside.
At this mont, Fang Cheng was entirely different from the Killing God wearing a white mask last night.
He wasn’t wearing his cap but had switched to a slightly fluffy short black wig that covered his bald head.
He wore a brand new gray tracksuit and white running shoes, looking like an ordinary young man who had just finished exercising.
However, the inherent confidence and aura of strength still faintly exuded.
Xu Hao watched him with a look of uncertainty in his eyes, refraining from imdiately calling his boys outside.
He knew full well that combined, those guys outside likely weren’t a match for this person.
Plus, the fact that he ca here silently indicated he was well-prepared.
"Why did you co looking for ?"
Xu Hao asked in a deep voice, trying to take control of the conversation.
Fang Cheng didn’t beat around the bush and directly got to the point:
"Last ti at the club entrance, you said soone was secretly investigating . Can you tell now, who exactly is it?"
Upon hearing this, a flicker of imperceptible light flashed in Xu Hao’s eyes.
He then grinned, showing a row of white teeth, and spoke with a sowhat roguish tone:
"It’s not impossible to tell you. But, as I said before, you need to agree to a condition first."
Fang Cheng’s gaze was calm and unwavering:
"The condition you ntioned last ti was just for to guide you in martial arts—it’s probably not that simple, right?"
"Hey, talking to a smart person sure is easy!"
Xu Hao’s smile deepened, and he imdiately sat up straight, nodding as he spoke:
"That’s right, guiding in martial arts was rely a facade. My real condition is—
He paused, his Adam’s apple moving as he deliberately lowered his voice:
"I want to know if you have an organization or force behind you as well. Have you found the correct thod to solve the side effects after breaking the physical limits?"
After asking these questions, he stared intently at Fang Cheng, his eyes filled with a certain longing.
Clearly, Xu Hao was not pursuing any martial arts secrets, but rather a way to alleviate the severe ntal erosion and aggressive emotions brought about by the power within him.
Fang Cheng’s eyes flickered slightly, and then he shook his head, his tone indifferent:
"Disappointing you, I prefer to work alone."
"Bullshit!"
Xu Hao suddenly slapped the sofa armrest, clearly not believing it:
"Do you think I don’t know your background and purposely use words to fool you?"
"I’ve read the data about you. You fought solo against dozens of mbers of the Red Tiger Gang, unscathed, even breaking their leg bones with kicks."
"That kind of speed, that kind of power, is certainly not ordinary. You’re just like , definitely enhanced through human modification experints!"
"But why... why do you look like nothing happened, living like a normal person?!"
His voice trembled slightly from excitent, unable to hide his tone.
Hearing Xu Hao’s words, Fang Cheng suddenly realized:
"The organization you joined, is it called Noah?"
Xu Hao was stunned when he heard that, a trace of surprise flashed across his face before turning sowhat frustrated:
"Damn! So you’ve known all along? I wanted to use this as a bargaining chip..."
He irritably ran a hand through his hair, feeling that the card he had carefully prepared suddenly lost its effect.
Fang Cheng looked at him, a slight curve at the corner of his mouth, his tone still leisurely:
"Indeed, your bargaining chip is useless now. It’s my turn to offer one."
Then he leaned slightly forward, his gaze like a blade piercing towards Xu Hao:
"Last night, you were with people from the Special Search Team, right?"
"If I tell Chen Chen, the Gang Leader of the Red Tiger Gang, about your secret dealings with official organizations, what will he think? How will the Red Tiger Gang deal with a traitor like you?"
The color on Xu Hao’s face instantly drained away, staring at Fang Cheng as if he had seen a ghost:
"How... how did you know?!"
Fang Cheng understood, he had guessed correctly.
Last night, the Special Search Team secretly took Xu Hao, brought him back secretly in the morning, and Xu Hao had just lied to his underlings and the Gang Leader.
Isn’t this obviously suspicious?
With a little thought, one could guess that both sides must have reached so sort of unspeakable agreent.
However, Fang Cheng didn’t answer, only giving Xu Hao a profound look.
That look seed to say: I know more than you think.
With his biggest secret exposed, Xu Hao’s gaze suddenly turned fierce.
He grabbed the ashtray on the table and, without a second thought, hurled it at Fang Cheng.
A shower of ashes scattered, forming a large gray mist in the air, obscuring vision.
At the sa ti, he sprang from the sofa like a leopard, with his other hand clenched into a fist, aiming directly at Fang Cheng’s face with a fierce wind.
Strike first to gain the upper hand!
However—
Fang Cheng’s silhouette slipped backward like a ghost, the ash Xu Hao threw didn’t even touch the hem of his clothes.
Imdiately following, just as Xu Hao’s fist was about to touch Fang Cheng’s face, a hand shot out like lightning, precisely and forcefully gripping his throat!
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