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Chapter 312 You're testing loyalty in this way?
Fang Cheng stood atop the skyscraper, his gaze piercing through the deep night sky as he watched the black Porsche gradually disappear into the distance.

The first step of the plan has been successfully completed.

The note containing crucial information had been delivered to Cheng Jiashu through a seemingly accidental encounter.

Next, we'll see how this two-faced idol singer and serial killer reacts after learning he's about to become "prey."

Fang Cheng's purpose was not to kill Cheng Jiashu, nor to clear his name and extricate him from his predicament.

Instead, they wanted to stir up the already murky water and make it even more chaotic.

Only when the surrounding environment becomes more chaotic will there be an opportunity to fish in troubled waters and take advantage of others' strength.

Cheng Jiashu's reaction will directly affect Fang Cheng's subsequent plans.

The bait has been cast; now it's just a matter of seeing how many fish will be attracted.

Cheng Jiashu is a man skilled at disguise and ruthless in his actions; he is by no means an easy person to deal with.

Faced with this sudden warning, how will he judge the situation and what choice will he make?

Fang Cheng had a vague sense of anticipation for this.

On the other side, on the busy highway.

Cheng Jiashu gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and the black Porsche drove silently through the night.

The light from the traffic lights ahead flickered on his somber face.

He occasionally glanced at the rearview mirror to check the situation, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes that was completely different from his usual gentle demeanor.

Although some suspicious vehicles had disappeared by the time he deliberately drove around in circles and even got out of the car to go shopping.

But Cheng Jiashu's nerves were on edge even more.

This swift and clean disappearance made him realize that something was wrong.

The enemy lurking in the shadows was not only well-prepared but also highly skilled, like a patient fisherman—no ordinary foe.

The vehicle slowly drove into the villa on Daogu Street in Gangnam District and parked in the garage.

Cheng Jiashu did not go upstairs immediately, but first carefully checked all the security systems and anti-surveillance devices inside and outside the villa.

From infrared sensors and high-definition cameras to the more discreet special protections he personally arranged, every step was verified to be flawless, with no trace of intrusion or tampering.

Then they returned to their specially modified bedroom on the third floor.

"Click" sound.

The door slammed shut, and the heavy curtains were drawn tightly shut.

After completely isolating himself from all the noise and potential prying eyes from the outside world, Cheng Jiashu's tense body finally relaxed.

He sat on the sofa and took out the slightly damp piece of paper from his pocket.

Take a deep breath and slowly unfold it.

The note contained only two lines of text printed out by a printer, with no trace of handwriting:
"The murder has been exposed. The Noah Organization is planning to target the children at the orphanage tomorrow night to force you to show yourself."

"If you want to know more details, you can go to the abandoned lighthouse on the west side of Clearwater Bay afterward. I will meet you there at midnight."

Cheng Jiashu's pupils suddenly contracted, and the knuckles of his fingers gripping the note turned slightly white from the force.

A chilling coldness, like a venomous snake, crept up his spine and instantly spread throughout his body.

The person who delivered the message...

He seemed to know all about his secrets, and even seemed to know everything that happened at the House of Dawn.

Who is he?
What is the purpose?
and also!

What is the relationship between this person and the forces that have been secretly monitoring him for the past month?
If the enemy is only targeting him, Cheng Jiashu still has room to maneuver.

We could even consider temporarily avoiding their sharp edge and looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

But what about orphanages, what about those innocent children...?

He absolutely cannot stand idly by and do nothing about this!
The innocent, smiling faces of children flashed through Cheng Jiashu's mind.

Among them was a particularly pretty girl's face.

Thinking about them, I realize they might all suffer misfortune because of me.

Cheng Jiashu felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart tightly, making it hard to breathe.

Perhaps these people know that the head of the Dawn House, that devil disguised as charity, was someone they personally dealt with.

Are they taking revenge on themselves in this way because they broke the criminal chain that allowed them to traffic children through orphanages?
"Noah Organization..."

Cheng Jiashu repeated the name in a low voice, his eyes flashing with a chilling killing intent.

Is this organization the mysterious, true mastermind behind the Red Tiger Gang?

He suddenly stood up and paced anxiously around the room.

The "tap-tap" of footsteps sounded particularly clear in the quiet bedroom.

He then stopped by the window, lifted a corner of the curtain, and looked outside warily.

On the dark street, apart from a dog wandering around, there was nothing else unusual.

Cheng Jiashu frowned, pondered for a moment, and seemed to be making a difficult decision.

He took his phone out of his bag, hesitated for a moment, and then pulled out a number that was buried deep in the corner of his contacts and almost forgotten.

The contact displayed on the phone screen is "Shen Mingrui".

A complex and unfathomable emotion flashed across Cheng Jiashu's eyes.

Since his parents' unexpected death, he has had little contact with his mother's relatives.

The two sides had a very unpleasant falling out over certain issues.

Unless absolutely necessary, Cheng Jiashu would not want to have any further dealings with the Shen family.

But now, for the safety of the children in the orphanage, he has to put aside his disgust and estrangement.

Cheng Jiashu took a deep breath, his fingertip hovering over the dial key for a few seconds before finally pressing it.

The phone rang a few times before being answered.

"Yasuki."

A strong, resonant voice came through the receiver, tinged with a hint of surprise:

"What brings you here today? How have you been lately?"

"I'm fine, how about you guys?"

Cheng Jiashu's face was expressionless, and his voice remained as calm and composed as possible.

The two exchanged a few pleasantries.

Cheng Jiashu stated his purpose directly:

"Uncle, I've run into some trouble lately and would like to ask you to help me investigate an organization called 'Noah'."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone before the voice slowly spoke:
"Noah? How did you get involved with them? This organization... is no pushover."

"I know."

Cheng Jiashu's voice remained completely calm as he repeated:
"I need to know their origins, as well as information on all the organization's strongholds and key members in Dongdu, by noon tomorrow."

There was another brief silence, as if they were weighing the pros and cons.

"Jiashu, it's not that your uncle doesn't want to help you."

The voice on the other end of the phone carried a hint of embarrassment:
"Our Shen family shouldn't get too involved in these kinds of things. As you know, we're doing legitimate business now, and we need to be careful about our image. We haven't had any dealings with those underworld figures for a long time."

Cheng Jiashu's eyes turned cold, knowing that the other party was making excuses.

"uncle."

His voice suddenly rose a few decibels, carrying a hint of force:
"This matter is very important to me, as it concerns the lives of many innocent people."

“If you can help me, I, Cheng Jiashu, will remember this favor. In the future, if you need my help in any way, I will never refuse.”

He deliberately emphasized the name "Cheng Jiashu" to remind the other party that he was no longer the helpless orphan he once was.

There was silence on the other end of the phone again, this time for a longer period.

Cheng Jiashu waited patiently. He knew that the other party must be calculating whether this "deal" was worthwhile.

Finally, the voice on the phone rang again, this time with a more serious tone:
"Alright, Jiashu, since you've put it that way, your uncle will go all out and help you with this."

"However, the information may not be comprehensive. After all, the Noah organization operates very secretly, and even the special search team cannot fully grasp their whereabouts. I can only do my best."

"Thank you uncle."

Cheng Jiashu's tone softened somewhat.

"Be careful."

The other party gave a few words of advice and then quickly hung up the phone.

Cheng Jiashu put down his phone, his face expressionless, but his eyes grew increasingly cold.

He knew that expecting these so-called relatives to genuinely help him was nothing short of wishful thinking.

They agreed simply because they valued his newly awakened special abilities and the promise that he would be rewarded in the future.

But in any case, as long as he could obtain specific information about the Noah Organization, he didn't care about this bit of pretense.

The room was deathly silent, with only the ticking of the wall clock echoing softly.

It sounded exceptionally clear, and also exceptionally jarring.

Cheng Jiashu buried his face in his hands, his shoulders trembling slightly.

He desperately suppressed the surging bloodlust within him, as well as a trace of indescribable... fear.

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On the other side of the city, there's the "Midnight Forest" bar.

The deafening electronic dance music, like a raging wave, assaulted everyone's eardrums.

Under the flashing laser lights, countless young bodies twisted wildly to the beat, releasing excess hormones.

The air was thick with the strong scent of alcohol, perfume, and hormones.

Xu Hao was embracing a hot, scantily clad young girl, swaying wildly in the center of the crowded dance floor.

The girl's body was soft and supple, pressed tightly against him, her rosy lips almost touching his ear.

"Brother Hao, I've got my eye on that newest bag. It's the weekend, no classes tomorrow, can you take me to buy it?"

The woman's voice was charming and alluring, full of coquettishness.

Just as Xu Hao felt he was about to be completely melted by this decadent atmosphere.

"Xu Hao!"

A familiar voice suddenly exploded in the depths of his mind, like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

It instantly drowned out all the jarring dance music and noise around them.

Xu Hao froze, his smile instantly freezing on his face.

He abruptly pushed away the hot girl in his arms who was asking him for a gift in a coquettish voice.

The force was so great that the girl staggered a few steps and almost fell.

This provoked a burst of low, disgruntled curses from the other party:

"Damn, are you crazy...?"

Xu Hao, however, paid no attention to any of that. He pushed through the crowd and hurried towards the second floor with a tense expression.

Entering the relatively quiet lounge, Xu Hao locked the door behind him and cautiously looked around.

Then, lowering his voice, he spoke as if to himself, towards the air:

"Boss? Is that you? Where are you?"

"I'm not at the bar, I'm at home."

The voice rang clearly in his mind once again.

Xu Hao's eyes widened suddenly, and his face showed an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"Holy crap! Boss, what kind of kung fu is that? Is it some kind of telepathic communication technique from martial arts novels?!"

In his excitement, he couldn't help but raise his voice and start shouting.

"Keep your voice down, don't open your mouth to speak. Just think about what you want to say to me in your mind."

Fang Cheng immediately reminded him and instructed him on what to do.

Xu Hao was stunned for a moment, then quickly covered his mouth and subconsciously did as he was told.

He thought to himself:

"Hey, hey, boss, can you hear me like this?"

His actions resembled secretly making a phone call.

"can."

Fang Cheng's response was brief and clear.

Xu Hao was initially filled with a sense of novelty and excitement, as if he had obtained some incredible toy.

But soon, as if remembering something, the excitement on his face quickly faded, replaced by a sense of unease and vigilance.

"Boss, you...you've practically crawled into my head!"

"So you know all the random things I think about, and all my... little secrets?"

Xu Hao was rambling incoherently, his face slightly flushed.

"This is just a special ability to temporarily establish a mental link. It can only be used to transmit voice and cannot explore your innermost thoughts."

Fang Cheng's tone remained calm as he explained slowly and methodically:
"This is the brand new, absolutely safe and absolutely private way of contacting you that I told you about before."

Hearing this, Xu Hao visibly breathed a sigh of relief, and the tension on his face eased considerably.

He grinned, a hint of relief at surviving a close call, and muttered to himself:
"Great! Boss, with this trick, we'll never have to live in fear again, like underground party members making rendezvous."

"Let me tell you, every time I go to the club to find you, I'm terrified, afraid of being caught by the Noah Organization or the special search team!"

After a pause, Xu Hao quickly explained:

"By the way, boss, it's not that I didn't want to contact you right away, it's just that after yesterday's meeting, that damn Ma Biao called me over to drink and hang out..."

"Oh no, we were discussing the details of the operation together all night long, and I didn't get a chance to get away at all."

"I didn't wake up until this afternoon. I was planning to find an opportunity tonight to slip the information into the locker at our usual spot and then notify you to pick it up."

"Ah."

Fang Cheng responded calmly, indicating that he accepted his explanation.

Xu Hao dared not delay and immediately reported the contents of yesterday's meeting and the Noah Organization's next action plan to Fang Cheng in his mind.

"...The target is Cheng Jiashu, a popular idol singer. The police call him the 'Smiling Devil' because he's rumored to have committed a lot of perverted murders behind the scenes."

"This operation is scheduled for around 6 to 7 pm tomorrow at the Chenxi Home Orphanage in Guanlan District. The person in charge is Minister Luo from headquarters, who is said to be a level 10 cadre and very capable."

"Several high-ranking officers from the organization are leading the teams; they're all ruthless characters who kill without blinking an eye..."

Fang Cheng listened quietly, pretending to know nothing about the situation, and occasionally asked a question or two.

The message Xu Hao was transmitting at this moment was roughly consistent with what he had gleaned by possessing Xu Hao through "one-way projection".

The fact that there were only minor discrepancies indicates that Xu Hao did not deliberately conceal or distort intelligence, and that he was reliable in terms of loyalty.

However, Fang Cheng did not intend to tell him that he could monitor Xu Hao's every move at any time through "one-way projection".

On the one hand, this ability is too astonishing to be revealed rashly.

The other party may not be able to accept it readily, and may even become more wary.

On the other hand, keeping this trump card can also continue to test Xu Hao's loyalty.

At the same time, it also makes her appear more mysterious and unpredictable in front of Xu Hao, making it easier to control people's hearts.

(End of this chapter)