Midnight Forest Bar, VIP lounge on the second floor.
Soft and soothing jazz flows through the air, with dim lights casting an ambiguous and stylish glow over the room.
Fang Cheng lazily sank into the soft leather sofa, casually surveying the tidied surroundings.
Xu Hao was like the most attentive waiter, cautiously retrieving a bottle of red wine with a slightly yellowed label from the wine cabinet.
The words "Château Lafite Rothschild 1982" glistened under the light on the bottle.
"Boss, try this one, the 1982 Lafite, I’ve been saving it just for you!"
Xu Hao grinned, showing an ingratiating smile, while deftly using the corkscrew to open the wine bottle’s cork.
The rich aroma of wine instantly perated the air.
He carefully poured the wine for Fang Cheng, a full glass, almost overflowing.
The stance was as if he were catering to Fang Cheng as an ancestor.
Fang Cheng crossed his legs, casually lifting the heavy goblet, curiously admiring the fad foreign wine.
The dark red liquor in the glass shimred with a captivating sheen under the light, resembling thick fresh blood.
"Indeed a good wine!"
Fang Cheng couldn’t help but praise.
Upon hearing this, Xu Hao showed a gleeful expression, thinking his boss knew his stuff.
However, the scene in the next second left his mouth agape.
Gulp—
Fang Cheng didn’t bother with the pretentious swirling, slling, and tasting like the rich usually do, but instead tilted his head back, gulping down the majority of the glass.
"Hmm, not bad, quite refreshing."
Fang Cheng smacked his lips as if he had just drunk ordinary grape juice.
Xu Hao stood by, his eye twitching incessantly.
This gulp was easily worth twenty thousand bucks! Just chugged down like that?
His heart bled, yet he desperately kept a fawning smile on his face.
Fang Cheng seed completely oblivious to Xu Hao’s peculiar deanor, nonchalantly refilling his glass full.
Only then did he leisurely speak:
"The last ti we t, you ntioned an expert who was strong and opposing the Noah Organization. Any leads on him?"
Xu Hao jolted at these words, quickly brightened up, and eagerly stepped forward, beginning his performance:
"Boss, you have no idea!"
"To scout out this information, I went through hellish efforts, facing trendous risks, bearing unimaginable internal pressure, to finally get firsthand materials..."
He spat profusely, speaking at length, with the deanor of talking all night.
Fang Cheng frowned slightly, impatiently interrupting him:
"Get to the point."
Xu Hao was caught off guard, gave an awkward laugh, and hurriedly toned down his bragging.
Then he lowered his voice and mystically said:
"Boss, rember the murderer I ntioned the other day?"
"Murderer?"
Fang Cheng’s hand holding the wine glass paused slightly.
"That’s the one who slaughtered Wu Shihao’s establishnt, massacred over two hundred people alone at the warehouse dock, that super freak of a murderer!"
Xu Hao widened his eyes, looking like how could you forget, then suddenly slapped his thigh and said in an epiphany:
"I just figured out—the formidable character the organization dispatched so many hands to hunt down is him!"
Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng’s gaze narrowed slightly.
The fingers clutching the glass tightened subconsciously, causing the liquor inside to ripple with subtle waves.
Xu Hao didn’t notice the change in Fang Cheng’s expression, imrsing himself in his revelation, continued vividly narrating:
"Boss, you have no idea, this murderer’s skill is absurdly strong, his war record horrifyingly terrifying!"
"Not only at the warehouse dock, he slaughtered those over two hundred from the Red Tiger Gang, even soone from our organization’s higher ranks suffered greatly under his hand. It’s said he ruined a very important mission, causing that minister to be punished by the board."
Xu Hao paused for a mont, recalling sothing, added:
"By the way, Boss, didn’t I tell you that the captain I used to follow suddenly disappeared before New Year’s Eve?"
"It’s finally cleared up now—he was killed by this murderer, and not only him but an entire special action team was wiped out!"
Listening to Xu Hao’s account, Fang Cheng gazed deeply and slowly asked:
"Did you all find out his identity? What’s his na, what does he look like?"
Upon hearing this, Xu Hao’s face imdiately showed a troubled expression:
"This... I haven’t figured it out yet. After all, it involves the organization’s action secrets. I’m just a small leader at the bottom, hard to access such core information."
He tried to recall, then added:
"But I heard from a friend in the action team that this murderer has a very particular habit, likes murdering while wearing a mask, sotis it’s black, sotis white, never revealing his true face. So until now, no one knows who he actually is."
"However..."
Xu Hao shifted his tone, lowering his voice:
"The Noah Organization accidentally obtained a crucial clue this ti, hence dispatching a large number of personnel for persistent investigation."
"Based on several tentative contacts earlier and the evidence gathered, they’re at least eighty percent sure of the murderer’s real identity."
"Currently, they’re waiting to dispatch experts from headquarters, preparing to... well, you understand."
Fang Cheng’s gaze flickered for a mont, prompting with an instructive tone:
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