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Chapter 339 I envy your figure, let me first recruit a trusted underling.
Hello, friend.

The young man's voice was clear and melodious, carrying a strange rhythm that gently echoed in the empty stairwell.

He was very polite, with just the right amount of friendliness on his face, as if he were an acquaintance he had bumped into at a high-class party.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

He quickly recognized the person as his somewhat eccentric neighbor who lived in apartment 1803 downstairs.

"What a coincidence, I can't believe I met you here."

The young man seemed very outgoing and took the initiative to step forward, closing the distance between them.

"I visited your house the night before last, but no one answered the door. Are you usually very busy with work?"

"What's your business?"

Fang Cheng did not answer the other party's question, but instead asked a question in return, subtly sizing him up from head to toe.

The man was wearing a fine white shirt and well-fitting casual trousers; he was tall, slender, and had a straight posture.

The Patek Philippe watch on his wrist still exuded a low-key, luxurious luster even in the slightly dim light.

However, despite his elite demeanor, he was wearing a pair of blue flip-flops that you can find anywhere in a supermarket.

This extremely incongruous combination made his image even more bizarre, and also made Fang Cheng secretly more vigilant.

It's no less than facing a patient who has just wandered out of a mental hospital.

"Nothing special."

The young man flashed a bright smile, seemingly oblivious to Fang Cheng's scrutinizing gaze.

"Since we live in the same building, we should visit each other more often to improve our neighborly relations."

His gaze wandered, finally settling on the several bulging shopping bags in Fang Cheng's hands.

Seeing this, he then enthusiastically took two steps forward.

"Aren't all these things heavy? Let me help you carry them."

"Need not."

Fang Cheng frowned almost imperceptibly and turned aside to avoid the other party's outstretched hand.

however.

The young man seemed completely oblivious to the aloofness that kept people at arm's length.

He stubbornly reached out and firmly grasped the handles of two of the bags.

"Don't mention it. It's only right for neighbors to help each other."

Fang Cheng paused for a moment while carrying the shopping bags, but ultimately did not forcibly pull them back, letting him take both bags.

"hiss……"

The young man gasped as soon as he took it.

The relaxed expression on his face instantly froze, and he forced a grin.

"Wow, that's really heavy! You're quite strong!"

He glanced enviously at Fang Cheng's well-defined arms under his short sleeves, then looked at himself.

"You climbed more than ten floors and you weren't even out of breath. That's amazing."

As he spoke, he gave Fang Cheng a heartfelt thumbs-up.

Fang Cheng shook his head helplessly and did not reply.

This guy was about the same height as me, but his build was just like mine when I first started training; he looked rather thin in his clothes.

The two of them, each carrying two heavy shopping bags, slowly walked upstairs, chatting casually as they went.

"By the way, friend, my name is Su Zhe, you can call me Xiao Su. What should I call you?"

"Xiao Fang."

"Xiao Fang?"

Hearing Fang Cheng name it, Su Zhe repeated it, then turned his head, his tone tinged with curiosity:

"What do you do for a living? Judging by your physique, are you a fitness instructor? Or an athlete?"

"Yes, I've done them all."

Fang Cheng gave a curt reply, without revealing any further information.

Soon, we arrived at the nineteenth floor.

The two entered the semi-open anteroom one after the other. Fang Cheng took out his key and inserted it into the lock of the security door.

Su Zhe casually put the bag on the ground and, taking advantage of the open door, curiously peeked into the room.

His gaze was instantly drawn to the large black sandbag hanging in the center of the living room.

Looking at the "giant beast" that was more than a person tall, his eyes immediately showed great interest.

"Your home has a very unique decorating style. Are you a combat sports athlete? Would it be alright if I came in for a look?"

He looked at Fang Cheng with anticipation, like a child who had discovered a new and exciting toy.

"inconvenient."

Fang Cheng answered decisively.

"Uh……"

Su Zhe's smile froze instantly.

Clearly, they hadn't expected the other party to reject them so decisively and ruthlessly, without any regard for social etiquette.

"Thank you."

Fang Cheng put the key in his pocket and then thanked him.

Then, she picked up the other two bags from his feet, turned around, and prepared to go inside and close the door.

"and many more!"

Just as the door was about to close, Su Zhe suddenly called out.

A hand swiftly reached out and braced itself against the heavy door frame.

Fang Cheng turned around, his brows furrowing again, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

I want to see what this strange guy is planning to do.

"Borrow some money."

"???"

Fang Cheng's eyebrows shot up suddenly, wondering if he had misheard.

Su Zhe shrugged, then pointed to his feet and said matter-of-factly:
"Look, I can't even afford a decent pair of shoes. I've been unemployed lately and I'm having financial difficulties. I can only wear slippers when I go out."

He raised his head and looked sincerely at Fang Cheng with his clear eyes:

"As the saying goes, good deeds are rewarded. I helped you, so shouldn't I give back something?"

"How about... you lend me five hundred yuan so I can improve my quality of life?"

Fang Cheng stared at him for a full three seconds.

Then, he silently put down the shopping bag, took out his wallet from his pocket with his right hand, and counted out six brand-new hundred-yuan bills.

Su Zhe's eyes lit up instantly, as if he had seen some rare treasure.

"Xiao Fang, your name isn't very good, but you're really generous!"

He took the money, stuffed it into his pocket, and then waved to Fang Cheng with satisfaction.

Thanks! Goodbye, friend!

Fang Cheng watched his retreating figure, humming a tune, skipping down the stairs in flip-flops, and only two words echoed in his mind:
"Freak."

Fang Cheng frowned slightly and clicked his tongue as he looked away.

For some reason, I always felt that this overly friendly guy seemed to have some kind of strong interest in me.

That feeling... was like meeting an old friend you've known for many years.

That face, so handsome it was almost excessive, flashed through my mind.

Fang Cheng suddenly thought of a possibility, and his body couldn't help but shiver. He immediately extinguished this absurd thought.

Whoever they are, if they dare to mess with me, I'll deal with them with my fists.

boom!
The sturdy security door was tightly shut, isolating it from the outside world.

Fang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and carried the four bags of food into the kitchen.

Then, he opened the top of the large freezer.

A wisp of cool air rose, revealing a storage area already stocked with plenty of food. He began to organize and categorize all the purchased supplies.

The top layer contains ready-to-eat cooked and frozen foods, such as braised beef, pork pies, custard buns, and dumplings.

The middle layer consists of rows of milk, freshly squeezed juice, eggs, and various vegetables.

The bottom layer was filled with raw meat and seafood wrapped in layers of plastic wrap, including beef shank, pork ribs, chicken breast, and chilled shrimp.

A dazzling array of beautiful things.

Looking at the fully stocked freezer, a sense of security and comfort welled up inside me.

After finishing all that, Fang Cheng casually took out a bottle of chilled orange juice from the freezer, unscrewed the cap, tilted his head back, and gulped it down in one go.

He casually tossed the empty bottle behind him.

Clang.

The bottle traced an arc through the air and landed precisely in the black trash can in the corner of the living room.

The hour hand of the wall clock had already passed three o'clock.

The room is very well lit; even though it's afternoon, the room is still bright and airy.

Fang Cheng took a chair and sat in front of the large French window, gazing at the scenery outside.

From this height, the view is expansive and the scenery is superb.

Nearly a kilometer away, on the golden beach, tourists are scattered like stars.

Further out on the seaside cliffs, the white lighthouse, abandoned for many years, stands like a lonely sentinel, silently watching over the sea and sky.

After observing for a moment, Fang Cheng looked away and picked up a newspaper he had casually bought at the supermarket.

He skipped the front page's political news and flipped to the third page, the entertainment section.

The entire page was filled with all sorts of unfounded gossip, with headlines that were more sensational than the last.

Such rumors include "a director's film crew is selecting concubines" and "a certain actress's belly is slightly protruding, she is already ten months pregnant".

Fang Cheng's gaze quickly swept over the headlines that didn't interest him.

Ultimately, the focus shifted to one particular news story.

"Former member of 'Smiling Boys' Cheng Jiashu has mysteriously disappeared. Is it possible that he ran away with a new lover due to relationship problems?"

After reading through the entire news report, Fang Cheng stroked his chin thoughtfully and muttered to himself:
"Six days have already passed..."

He put down the newspaper, his eyes becoming deep.

My gaze drifted back to the window, but my thoughts drifted back to that stormy night last Saturday.

Everything I witnessed that night in the orphanage remains vivid in my memory.

Given Cheng Jiashu's near-space-traveling ability, it would be like finding a needle in a haystack for the Noah Organization to capture him.

Fang Cheng could even imagine a scene.

At this moment, Cheng Jiashu was hiding in some unknown dark corner, watching the news about himself on TV while a mocking smile appeared on his lips as he ridiculed the pursuers who were like headless flies.

Of course, the Noah Organization will not let this go.

They must be planning a more elaborate arrest operation, or searching everywhere for the mole who leaked the information.

Fang Cheng continued to casually flip through the newspaper while pondering.

Without realizing it, his gaze fell on the weather forecast section at the back of the newspaper.

The forecast content shows:

"Due to the influence of the southwest monsoon, Dongdu City will experience continuous rainfall over the next two days, accompanied by thunderstorms..."

Is it a thunderstorm?

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, and his fingers gently stroked the edge of the newspaper, as if he was weighing something.

The next moment, his stroking motion abruptly stopped, and his eyes suddenly sharpened.

Once a decision is made, consciousness immediately recedes like a tide, sinking into the depths of the mind.

In the blink of an eye, they found themselves in a memory palace with floating golden orbs of light.

Fang Cheng focused his mind on the dome above, on the one star among dozens of stars that was particularly bright and conspicuous.

"One-way projection".

As he uttered the word, an invisible passage instantly transcended the barriers of space, extending towards the other end of the city.

The scenery in my field of vision began to flash by rapidly.

High-rise buildings, streets, traffic...

It felt as if countless scenes were constantly switching before my eyes.

Finally, my gaze pierced through the layers of light and shadow, landing on a dusty demolition site.

Wearing a ripped vest, Xiao Sa was swinging a heavy iron sledgehammer with both arms, forcefully smashing it against a dilapidated wall.

Gravel flew and dust filled the air.

He was drenched in sweat, his bronze skin glistening in the sunlight; he was darker and thinner than before.

Suddenly, his arm holding the hammer handle trembled slightly, and the hammer almost slipped from his hand and struck a fellow worker who was carrying bricks next to him.

"Damn it! Didn't you eat?"

The coworker was startled and started cursing.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!"

Xiao Sa quickly apologized, his expression quite complicated.

He quickly put down the hammer, went to the side to rest, and wiped the sweat from his face.

Then, his eyes narrowed sharply as he cautiously responded to the abruptly sounding voice in his mind.

"A...master? A big shot? Is that you? Where are you?"

He murmured to himself, his eyes scanning his surroundings warily, a mixture of anticipation and unease in his gaze.

However, apart from the roaring machines and the workers, the expected figure could not be found at the construction site.

Fang Cheng's voice echoed in his mind again, calm and authoritative:
"I'm not available to show my face for the time being. You will be in charge of contacting Chen Chen from now on."

"what?!"

Xiao Sa gasped in disbelief, his face filled with disbelief.

Several coworkers nearby heard the noise and looked over, whispering and pointing amongst themselves.

Judging from their lip movements, they all seemed to be calling him an "idiot."

"you are not willing?"

Fang Cheng's voice was devoid of any emotion.

Xiao Sa suddenly realized that he seemed to remember what happened that night at the Yuanchen Group building.

He quickly covered his mouth and frantically replied in his mind, repeating the words silently:
"Yes! Yes! Don't worry, sir, I'm a hundred percent willing!"

"I'll do anything you say! I swear, I will never betray you. If I utter a single word, may I be struck by lightning and never forgive myself..."

"All right."

Fang Cheng interrupted his excited and somewhat incoherent words of loyalty.

"You should have Chen Chen's contact information, right?"

“Tell him that I have agreed to cooperate, and that you should arrange a meeting with him tonight to have him prepare all the intelligence.”

"Remember, project your presence. You represent me; don't let him look down on you..."

Xiao Sa listened to the instructions in his mind and nodded repeatedly in agreement.

When the brief, secret communication ended, he was still in a state of mixed excitement and tension.

What's exciting is that the unfathomable powerhouse actually treated him as a trusted confidant!
The tension stemmed from the fear that he might fail in his duties, mess up the first task assigned by the big boss, and tarnish his prestige.

Xiao Sa clenched his fists tightly, his eyes becoming incredibly determined.

We must make sure things are done perfectly!

Thinking of this, he suddenly turned around and ran out of the construction site.

"Hey! Xiaosai! Where are you going? The work here isn't finished yet!"

Upon seeing this, the coworker immediately shouted.

"I have an urgent matter to attend to, I need to make a phone call!"

Without looking back, he disappeared in a flash.

(End of this chapter)