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Chapter 365 Lighthouse, Sun, Eyes!

Fang Cheng was never a lone wolf; he could vent his anger and hatred as he pleased, come and go like the wind, without any ties.

He has family members he wants to protect with all his might, and a happy life he tries hard to maintain.

This seemingly ordinary emotion is the softest, most inviolable sore spot in his heart.

It was also the last bridle that bound him, preventing him from completely losing his humanity and becoming a true murderer.

That's why Fang Cheng is more aware of his limitations than anyone else.

No matter how strong one's physical strength is, one only has two hands and one pair of eyes.

The amount of time available in a day is no different from that of an ordinary person; it is also 24 hours.

He could easily take down a squad of elite soldiers who were armed and charging straight at him.

However, it is difficult to guard against an ordinary killer who hides in the shadows, plots meticulously, and quietly approaches family members.

After all, without the ability to create clones, it's impossible for him to appear in two places at the same time.

This sense of powerlessness and anxiety about the future cannot be compensated for by any individual force.

From this perspective, what Fang Cheng needs is no longer simply an increase in combat power.

Rather, it is a sufficiently rigorous and efficient security system.

This system can provide 24/7 uninterrupted target monitoring and intelligence alerts.

It can also arrange the safest emergency evacuation routes and safe houses for your family when danger strikes.

Ultimately, it will spread like an invisible giant net, enveloping the entire city of Dongdu and even the whole Xia Kingdom.

Having such an organization is tantamount to possessing even greater power.

If you add the divine skill of "telepathic resonance" to it...

A flame ignited deep within Fang Cheng's eyes.

Every member of the organization will become its own extended eyes and ears, and its hands and feet that can be freely mobilized.

It's like having a God's-eye view, seeing through the many dangers and secrets hidden in the darkness.

When all members are spread across the globe, becoming active nodes on this network, continuously transmitting information and power.

What he can do goes far beyond just protecting his family!

This was Fang Cheng's original driving force in trying to build an organization, and it was also the source of his deep-seated ambition.

Besides.

As strength grows, the number of enemies encountered on the path to becoming stronger also increases, and the risks faced become greater.

Fang Cheng also needs a trustworthy assistant to share the pressure and handle those tricky and energy-consuming matters.

Just like dealing with a large, organized group like Noah, someone needs to infiltrate the complex organizational network to gather key intelligence.

Someone is needed to track the hidden flow of funds and to launder and segregate the assets he acquires.

It may even require professional logistics personnel to provide medical support, modify special equipment, and so on.

With the help of the control panel, Fang Cheng was confident that he could train himself into a top-notch tactical master and fighting grandmaster.

In theory, he could also become a top hacker, doctor, intelligence expert, financial expert...

However, developing any professional skill requires a huge amount of time and effort.

The effort and the reward were completely disproportionate.

Moreover, how can the efficiency of working alone compare to that of teamwork with a clear division of labor?

Fang Cheng personally experienced the advantages of teamwork during the treasure hunt in Misty Mountain that night.

Having a group of teammates you can rely on and trust is a really good feeling.

If he has subordinates to share the trivial matters, he can focus his main energy on improving his own combat effectiveness.

As the organization's linchpin, he hides behind the scenes, playing the role of a powerful boss who ensures the maximum level of combat strength.

The opera playing on the gramophone had changed at some point.

Fang Cheng snapped out of his thoughts, picked up his teacup, gently blew on the floating tea leaves, and took a sip.

Then his gaze returned to Xiaosai, and he continued to explain the task:
"As the lair where the organization's headquarters are located, this place must have extremely high levels of concealment and functionality."

"It's best to choose an old town or a semi-abandoned industrial area with high population mobility. Those places are a mixed bag, and the surveillance cameras have blind spots, which makes it easier for us to hide our whereabouts."

“In terms of form, it can be an office facing the street, but it must come with a large enough warehouse or basement so that we can transform it into a truly operational secret space.”

Xiao Sa held his breath, pricked up his ears, and memorized every word.

Fang Cheng shifted his gaze to the two boxes of banknotes and added:

"Of course, two million is definitely not enough to purchase land; this money is only used as funding for preliminary preparations."

"First, find a place that meets your criteria. Once you've found one you like, contact me, and I'll allocate funds for you to purchase it."

"Yes, President!"

Xiao Sa immediately straightened his back and nodded vigorously.

"Secondly, it's about recruiting people."

Fang Cheng put down his teacup and held up two fingers:
"Initially, we'll find two people: a skilled accountant and an administrative staff member responsible for daily management."

"The requirements for them are that their family background and social circle must be simple, their character must be impeccable, and they should ideally be facing some kind of major trouble involving their life and fortune. Only such people are easy for us to completely control."

"There's no rush. Keep an eye out for potential candidates. Adhere to the principle of 'better to have none than to have bad ones.' Remember one thing: anyone who joins the organization must be personally assessed by me."

"Please rest assured, I will keep my eyes open and absolutely not let those sneaky people infiltrate our organization."

Xiao Sa nodded vigorously again.

Then, mustering his courage, he asked the question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time, and which was also the question he most wanted to know at that moment:

"President, what is the name of our organization?"

What's your name...?

Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng fell into deep thought.

He did have several alternative names in mind, but he hadn't been able to finalize them.

After thinking for a moment, he asked:
"Do you have a pen and paper?"

Xiao Sa was taken aback upon hearing this. He immediately took out a brand-new fountain pen and a small notebook from his briefcase and respectfully handed them over with both hands.

Fang Cheng took the pen and opened the notebook.

On the title page were several lines of large, crooked characters, with missing or incorrect strokes, looking like a primary school student's homework.

It is vaguely discernible that these are notes that Xiaosa took while studying business management.

Despite his complaints, this guy actually has a pretty good attitude towards learning.

Fang Cheng's lips curled up almost imperceptibly as he turned to a blank page.

He didn't start writing immediately, but held the pen above the paper for a moment.

He stood casually to the side, staring intently, even his breathing became softer.

Finally, the pen tip touched the ground.

Fang Cheng first drew a perfect arc, forming a circle on the clean white paper.

His elegant gaze followed the movement of the pen tip.

Then, in the center of the circle, a lighthouse-like building rises from the ground, its lines strong and powerful.

Then, Fang Cheng meticulously filled in the blank area around the lighthouse with ink, creating a profound background. In an instant, the lighthouse seemed to stand alone and steadfast in the boundless darkness.

Fang Cheng did not stop drawing at this point.

He moved his pen upwards and quickly drew a burning torch at the top of the lighthouse.

The flames rose, their outline resembling a bursting sun, emitting countless sharp lines representing light.

What truly shook Xiao Sa to his core was that Fang Cheng had gently drawn an eye at the heart of the sun.

The eye hovered at the source of the light, calm and majestic, as if it knew everything.

It examines every corner illuminated by the light, and also gazes into the boundless darkness yet untouched by the light.

When the last stroke was made, the entire picture came to life on the paper.

Against a backdrop of profound darkness, yet at its core lies intense light.

The strong visual impact of the contrast and unity seems to contain some ineffable profound meaning.

"President, this is..."

Xiao Sa was so engrossed in watching that he murmured to himself.

"This is the symbol of our organization."

Fang Cheng put down his pen, gazed at his work, and announced in a calm yet powerful tone:

"Our organization is called the Illuminati."

"The Illuminati..."

He kept repeating the name to himself, his gaze falling on the painting again.

Countless insights seemed to be surging in his mind, as if he had grasped a key point, but he didn't know what words to use to describe it.

Fang Cheng saw through his thoughts and decided to become the organization's first official member, explaining the core principles.

"The lighthouse symbolizes protection; the sun symbolizes power."

“We shower light upon all things, dispelling darkness, and that eye represents the all-seeing will, watching over all things in the world.”

"This symbol represents our organization's mission: to establish order in chaos and darkness, and to protect everything worth protecting with absolute power."

Fang Cheng's voice was deep and magnetic.

Once he got into the mood, he simply poured all the ideas he had on the spot into this loyal subordinate, giving him a "mental enlightenment."

They even copied a classic quote from a game from their past life.

"Nothing is true, everything is permitted. We come from darkness, yet we will transcend darkness."

"We walk in darkness, yet serve the light."

"Our traces cannot be found in this world, yet our will is omnipresent..."

This declaration, brimming with a sense of mission, struck Xiaosai's heart like a series of heavy hammer blows.

He was so excited that his whole body was trembling and his cheeks were flushed red.

Although he didn't quite understand some of what was being said, he could clearly sense the organization's grand ideals and ambitious vision!

It's incredibly classy!

It's clear from its name that it's not comparable to the low-class Red Tiger Gang or Noah Organization.

In his excitement, he suddenly remembered that the president had previously taught him a technique called "Great Sun Burning Body Technique".

Could it be... related to this organization's logo?
Xiao Sa thought back carefully and realized that the image that appeared in his mind when he was meditating was a ball of reddish-gold light emerging from the darkness.

The light was like a lighthouse guiding the way, or like a sun slowly rising, illuminating the night.

It turns out, all of this was connected all along!
"So, you need to understand one thing."

Seeing his look of sudden realization, Fang Cheng continued:
"The members recruited by our organization are 'cleaners,' not just simple killers. In our daily operations, we must never indiscriminately kill innocent people; we only target those who deserve to die and criminals."

Xiao Sa didn't understand the specific difference between a "cleaner" and an assassin, but that didn't stop him from resolutely obeying orders.

"Yes, Chairman! I will keep the organization's mission firmly in mind!"

Fang Cheng got a little thirsty while talking, so he picked up the teapot, poured himself another cup of tea, and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing Xiao Sa's excited expression, as if his inner universe was about to burst into flames, he nodded in satisfaction:
"Have you been practicing the cultivation techniques I taught you last time?"

"Yes, President, I practice every day and have never dared to slack off."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Sa quickly and cautiously replied:
"It's just... sometimes I feel dizzy, like something is spinning in my head."

"That's a normal phenomenon caused by excessive mental energy consumption, there's no need to worry."

Fang Cheng dispelled his doubts: "Practice more when you have time, do it at least once in the morning and once in the evening every day, it will be good for your health."

Then, he patiently provided guidance on some specific problems that Xiaosa encountered during meditation.

Finally, he gave special instructions:
"Remember, when meditating, you must be completely focused, and only think about your image, the clearer the better."

"When you see a vision of the sun or a lighthouse, you've already entered the first stage. The clearer and brighter this vision becomes, the more profound your skill will be..."

Fang Cheng held a sliver of hope, wanting to see if Xiao Sa would continue cultivating with him as the "target anchor."

Besides enhancing the connection of "spiritual resonance" and providing oneself with purer spiritual energy, are there any other changes?

In particular, there may be some unknown changes that could have a positive or negative impact on Xiaosa himself.

Just as the two were teaching and learning, discussing issues related to spiritual cultivation.

Suddenly, a noisy shouting and commotion erupted outside the private room.

Fang Cheng heard it clearly; it came from downstairs.

"Robbery! Don't the hell move, hand over all your valuables!"

"Damn it, anyone who doesn't want to die, get down on your knees! The gun in my hand doesn't have eyes!"

"what--"

Immediately following was a woman's scream.

"Black Bull, what the hell are you doing messing with that waiter?"

"Hehe, boss, wait a minute, I want to rob a woman while I'm at it!"

"Fuck you! Stop dawdling and hurry upstairs to find the fat sheep. If the cops come, we're done for!"

Vulgar shouts and curses drifted in from downstairs and clearly entered the private room.

Fang Cheng frowned slightly.

How dare someone rob a teahouse in broad daylight?

A hint of nervousness flashed across his dashing face.

But seeing Fang Cheng still sitting calmly in his seat, his anxious heart quickly calmed down.

With a master like the chairman around, what's so scary about mere robbers?

boom!
The door to the private room was kicked open violently.

A burly man with a stocking over his head barged in.

His gaze swept across the private room, and when it landed on Xiao Sa and the two huge suitcases in front of him, a greedy glint flashed in his eyes.

"Boss, come quick! The fat sheep is here!"

The burly man immediately shouted excitedly towards the door.

(End of this chapter)