Or perhaps, after listing themselves as a key observation target, they beco more cautious, avoiding premature close contact to prevent alerting the enemy.
However... Fang Cheng knows well that this peace is only temporary.
Since they managed to trace last year’s dismantling of Wu Shihao’s drug factory, they followed the trail.
Discovered that he himself is the true culprit behind the elimination of Wu Shihao’s den, the mastermind of the "massacre" at the dock warehouse, and also wiped out an entire Hunter team at the waste treatnt plant.
It’s probably just a matter of ti.
The only thing that might confuse them is perhaps the rapid growth of his own power.
After all, with the Skill Panel at his disposal, his abilities are practically evolving by the day.
In just a few months, he repeatedly broke through physical limits that are unimaginable to a normal person, and his combat powers have transford dramatically.
Like in the battle at the drug factory, despite going all out, he rely dealt with the siege of dozens of ordinary gang mbers, eventually killing a dozen and severely injuring most.
Compared to the near-crushing results of the two later confrontations and the image of the "psychotic murderer", the gap is incredibly huge.
Logically, they should find it hard to believe that it was the act of the sa person.
Perhaps, as Xu Hao speculated before, they’re more inclined to believe in a hidden organization just as powerful behind the facade of "Ma Donghe", an entity that opposes Noah.
Fang Cheng never worries about himself.
With the strength he now possesses, and the potential to continue growing in the future, even if he can’t win, he can still escape.
His real concern lies with his mother, grandfather, uncle, and other family mbers, Zhou Xiui, Wen Xin, and other close ones around him.
If one day...
Noah Organization discovers his true identity and uses his family and friends’ lives to threaten him, what should he do?
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng’s gaze suddenly turned cold, fists and legs deliberately intensified in weight!
Bang—
The sandbag let out a heavy thud of strain, and the iron chain at the connection shook violently.
A swaying arc nearly as tall as a person rose swiftly, almost parallel to the ground.
"Find a way to completely resolve this threat!"
As Fang Cheng punched and kicked, he thought about his course of action.
At present, he must take the initiative.
Using the intelligence provided by the mole Xu Hao, he must try to identify the Noah Organization mbers hidden in East City, seize opportunities to capture them all and completely silence them.
But this plan is highly difficult, requiring not only absolute confidence in his capabilities but also perfect timing to gather everyone together.
Even if successful, there’s no guarantee that the intelligence hasn’t already been relayed to Noah headquarters.
As a massive transnational organization, they are sure to dispatch more and stronger experts to continue the investigation.
By then, he would face endless pursuits.
Fighting a formidable organization alone, even if Fang Cheng is self-assured, he doubts he can do it at present.
Or, he could keep a low profile and lay dormant, creating more smokescreens to confuse the enemy’s sight and bide ti.
For instance, deliberately guiding them to focus on the fictional "organization behind Ma Donghe."
But this approach is too passive, always under the shadow of pursuit, risks are uncontrollable.
Eyes filled with ferocity, Fang Cheng suddenly threw another punch, the heavy sandbag rose high again, the iron fra letting out a piercing friction sound.
No matter what!
He must resolve as many potential threats as he can, before they fully uncover his details, at least stir the waters.
"The longer I can delay, the stronger I will beco, the more control I’ll have over the initiative!"
Fang Cheng furrowed his brow tightly, making a silent resolution.
"Little Fang, you’re quite fired up today, huh?"
A voice filled with concern suddenly reached his ear.
Fang Cheng paused his actions, turned his head, and saw Coach Xu Maochai standing not far away, holding a towel and bottled water.
Xu Maochai looked at Fang Cheng, slightly panting and drenched in sweat, then glanced at the sandbag that was nearly falling apart from the beating, and asked:
"Encountered any troubling matters? Share with , don’t keep it to yourself."
"It’s nothing, Coach Xu."
Fang Cheng casually replied, taking the towel offered by Xu Maochai to wipe his sweat, managing to muster a smile:
"Just so trivial family matters, a bit of workout stretches the muscles and brightens the mood quite a lot."
Xu Maochai nodded, seemingly resonating deeply:
"In life, who doesn’t have their share of worries? Exercise is indeed the best way to relieve stress, sweat it out, and temporarily push away troubles."
"Indeed."
Fang Cheng smiled, took a sip of bottled water, and echoed the sentint.
While chatting, Fang Cheng noticed a hint of concern in Xu Maochai’s eyes, and rembering Xu Hao’s situation, he took the opportunity to ask:
"Coach Xu, have you seen Xu Hao lately?"
Upon hearing Fang Cheng ntion his son, Xu Maochai’s smile dimd slightly, sighed, his eyes complex:
"I saw him, he suddenly ca looking for a couple of days ago, I thought he finally acknowledged as his father, but instead..."
Xu Maochai shook his head, his tone carrying a mix of helplessness and pain.
"Last year, I thought sothing had happened to him, his mother and I almost collapsed."
"Now that he’s back, it’s good, but he’s still the sa, mingling with those dubious people. I said a few things to him, and he is even more hot-tempered than I am, completely uncontrollable."
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