He silently thought to himself:
"Hey, hey, boss, can you hear this way?"
His actions were just like secretly making a phone call.
"Yes."
Fang Cheng’s response was brief and clear.
Xu Hao first felt a burst of novelty and excitent, as if he had gotten an amazing toy.
But soon, as if he rembered sothing, the excitent quickly faded from his face, replaced by a hint of unease and alertness.
"Boss, doesn’t this an you’ve drilled into my brain?"
"Then all the random things I think about and my... my little secrets, wouldn’t they all be known to you?"
Xu Hao was incoherent, his face slightly flushed.
"This is just a special ability to temporarily establish a spiritual link, only for transmitting voice, not to explore the depths of your thoughts."
Fang Cheng explained calmly and leisurely:
"Just like I told you before, it’s an absolutely safe, absolutely secret new way of communication."
Upon hearing this, Xu Hao visibly breathed a sigh of relief, and the tension on his face eased considerably.
He grinned, with a touch of post-crisis relief, mumbling in his heart:
"Great! Boss, with this trick, we won’t have to be on edge, like undercover operatives, anymore."
"Let tell you, every ti I went to the club to find you, I was scared to death, afraid of being caught by Noah Organization or the Special Search Team!"
After a pause, Xu Hao hurriedly explained:
"Oh, boss, it’s not that I didn’t want to contact you imdiately; it’s just that after the eting yesterday, that damn Ma Biao called over to drink and party..."
"Oh no, we were discussing the action details together, working busy all night without giving a chance to get away."
"It wasn’t until this afternoon that I woke up, planning to seize the opportunity tonight to put the intelligence into the locker at the old place and then notify you to pick it up."
"Hmm."
Fang Cheng responded lightly, indicating he accepted the explanation.
Xu Hao didn’t dare to slack off and imdiately reported the content of yesterday’s eting and the Noah Organization’s upcoming action plan to Fang Cheng in his mind.
"...The target is that popular idol singer Cheng Jiashu, called ’Smiling Demon’ by the police. He is said to have done quite a few perverted killings in secret."
"The action is scheduled for tomorrow evening between six and seven o’clock, at the Chenxi Ho Orphanage in Guilan District, commanded by Minister Luo coming from headquarters, who is said to be a level 10 officer, very formidable."
"Plus, several senior cadres from the organization are leading the team, all ruthless killers without hesitation..."
Fang Cheng quietly listened, pretending to be completely unaware of the situation, occasionally posing one or two questions.
The information Xu Hao was currently transmitting matched roughly with what Fang Cheng had probed by projecting onto Xu Hao’s body.
Only in so minor details were there discrepancies, indicating Xu Hao hadn’t deliberately concealed or distorted the intelligence, showing so reliability in loyalty.
But Fang Cheng didn’t intend to tell Xu Hao that he could monitor Xu Hao’s every move anyti via "one-way projection."
On one hand, this ability is too astonishingly unusual to be casually disclosed.
The other party may not be able to accept it calmly, possibly even developing greater wariness.
On the other hand, keeping this card in hand allows further testing of Xu Hao’s loyalty.
At the sa ti, it can make Fang Cheng appear more mysterious and unpredictable to Xu Hao, making it easier to control people’s hearts.
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