As soon as those three words were uttered.
Lin Chuqiao, Pan Wendi, Bai Ling, and even Chen Xu’an all showed a hint of bewildernt on their faces, clearly having never heard of it.
However, Fang Cheng’s heart was shaken violently.
He had of course heard of this organization’s na before.
And the one who told him was none other than the forr head of the Special Search Team’s Action Departnt, Shi Chengyi.
That nationwide shock, the "Guangwu Gate Shooting Incident" that even directly led to the military governnt’s downfall, was reportedly orchestrated by this mysterious organization, the so-called "Ideal Land".
Shi Chengyi had personally taken command, mobilizing the most elite forces of the Special Search Team to investigate this unprecedented case.
In the end, their efforts were in vain, and they failed just when success seed within reach.
Before he could reveal the veil of this mysterious organization, the then-president Feng Zhonglin announced his resignation, and the investigation into the case was shelved.
Later, the case was taken over by a forr intelligence officer, now the head of the Special Search Team, Ling Shaofeng, and was ultimately successfully solved.
Fang Cheng’s father, Fang Shijie, was implicated in this massive upheaval and unfortunately lost his life.
Chen Hongye observed the subtle changes in Fang Cheng’s facial expression, smiled knowingly.
"It seems you have already heard so about your father’s case while you were investigating it earlier."
As soon as he finished speaking, he put away his smile, his expression suddenly beca solemn and respectful:
"Speaking of which, your father’s death is directly related to a betrayal our organization encountered back then."
Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng’s eyes suddenly narrowed.
The killing intent he had just suppressed showed signs of rekindling.
"Ideal Land..."
Chen Hongye ignored this, as if completely imrsed in his own mories, his voice carrying a sense of distant depth.
"Ha, ordinary people in the world, many haven’t even heard its na."
He let out a light scoff, speaking to himself:
"We are different from those fa-chasing conglorates or noble families, nor are we a large conglorate-type multinational organization."
"We adhere to the absolute path of elitism, and when the organization was founded decades ago, including myself, there were only a few mbers."
"Those qualified to join us are all one in ten thousand talents, at least B-Class power users, who must pass rigorous tests and share the sa beliefs."
He paused, with irrepressible pride in his tone:
"The organization we built has no rigid hierarchy, no scheming manipulation, instead, our mbers are like family, brothers and sisters walking side by side."
"Because all of us share a distant and great common ideal."
Chen Hongye slightly raised his head, and his face, covered with spells, exuded a near-sacred glow:
"That is to create a truly oppression-free, equal world for all."
"Where everyone can enjoy a happy and stable life, without wars, hunger, racial divisions, or discrimination based on status."
"Even our kind, perceived as monsters by others, can live freely, without hiding in dark corners."
The grandeur of these words was profound.
Yet, to Lin Chuqiao and others present, a strong sense of the absurd erged.
This charred and terrifying creature, who had just consud a living human’s blood in public,
was now speaking with a compassion-laden tone about creating a beautiful world and a great ideal.
This scene’s discordant nature was indeed hard for one to accept.
Chen Hongye seed oblivious, unmindful of the others’ unusual expressions, remaining engrossed in his own narrative:
"Our mbers are spread across various industries, including scholars, soldiers, politicians..."
"They all silently contribute to this shared goal within their domains, awaiting the arrival of dawn."
"However..."
Suddenly shifting his tone, his voice turned cold:
"As the organization grew, so did the divisions."
"So believed to achieve the ideal, power must be seized, choosing to collaborate with the then-military governnt and accept recruitnt."
"While others, including your father and myself, staunchly opposed, believing that once compromised with evil, no matter the initial intention, one would eventually beco that evil."
Fang Cheng coldly interjected:
"So, was the Guangwu Gate Shooting Incident orchestrated by you?"
"It was us, and not us."
Chen Hongye shook his head, with unreserved disdain and hatred flashing through his eyes:
"As I said earlier, it was the foolish act of those short-sighted fools who chose to compromise with power!"
"Blinded by greed, they beco the lackeys of the forr president, secretly eliminating dissidents for him with bloodstained hands."
"The Guangwu Gate Shooting Incident was a tragedy they staged to fra political opponents."
"In the end, they played with fire and got burned!"
Chen Hongye let out a few cold laughs, his voice carrying a mix of pleasure and deep disappointnt.
"The military governnt fell, a new governnt ca to power, and the corrupt deals with the old regi were exposed. They imdiately faced the most severe crackdown from the authorities."
"The Special Search Team deployed all its forces, launching an indiscriminate purge of all suspected ’Ideal Land’ mbers."
"During that ti, the entire Xia Country was plagued with fear, and those of us who remained true to our ideals were implicated as well, forced to fully go underground and stay hidden."
"But the most fatal blow often cos from within."
As he said this, Chen Hongye suddenly appeared sowhat agitated, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists, his knuckles producing a "crackling" sound.
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