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Chapter 383 An Important Commission Worth One Hundred Million
Inside the dark hall, two figures stood facing each other.

The golden orb emitted a warm and pure light.

Fang Cheng stood beneath the sphere of light, speaking in a serious tone.

He seemed like a monk who had seen through the illusions of the world, or perhaps he was explaining his condition to a doctor.

"........."

Cheng Jiashu's lips twitched again.

Vegetarianism and Buddhist chanting? Self-cultivation and character refinement?
You're a ruthless guy who can kill over two hundred gang members with his bare hands, and you're telling me this?
This excuse is utterly absurd.

But ironically, it perfectly matches Fang Cheng's image as a "mentally ill friend" in his mind.

After all, the thought processes of mentally ill people cannot be understood using common sense.

"Smiling Demon, your suggestion is indeed very good."

Fang Cheng looked at Cheng Jiashu's expression, which was barely suppressing his吐槽 (tu cao, meaning to complain or criticize), and said with a hint of regret:
"But there's nothing I can do. My biggest weakness is that my emotions fluctuate greatly, and I'm prone to losing control and going crazy and killing people at the drop of a hat."

As he spoke, he spread his hands, making a helpless gesture.

"Look at me, I struggle even with normal social interactions, and I spend all my time hiding in a dark room. How could I possibly participate in such an intense and bloody battle?"

"What if I'm halfway through my self-cultivation and suddenly my old illness relapses, causing me to go on a killing spree and wipe out the entire special investigation team? That would be terrible, wouldn't it? Wouldn't that harm you and that Commander Gao?"

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes so sincere it was as if he were stating something perfectly obvious:

"So, let's talk about cooperation again when my mental state has improved and I can face everyone with a calm mind."

Cheng Jiashu was speechless for a long time after hearing these words.

He opened his mouth, but ultimately gave up trying to persuade him further.

He also has his own pride.

Despite repeated invitations and even lowering her stance, the other party used such absurd reasons to brush her off.

This was originally a win-win situation.

Since everyone else is using such a ridiculous excuse to refuse, then let it go.

Persuading Fang Cheng was simply to have another powerful ally and increase their chances of winning.

Even without his involvement, the operation can proceed smoothly as planned.

"Ok."

Cheng Jiashu took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure, and his signature smile returned to his face:

"Since Brother Fang Cheng insists on focusing on his cultivation, I will not disturb him any further."

"May you soon reach the state of perfect tranquility, escape the sea of ​​suffering, and save all sentient beings."

He exchanged a few perfunctory pleasantries and then turned to leave.

"Long time no see, won't you chat a little longer?"

Fang Cheng's voice rang out behind him at just the right moment, like an old friend trying to persuade him to stay:

"By the way, when are you making your move?"

"Although I can't go, I can cheer you on and pray that Buddha will bless you with safety and bring the Noah organization to justice as soon as possible."

Cheng Jiashu paused for a moment, but did not turn around:

"The special search team has informed us that they will take action as early as this weekend."

"Dealing with a powerful enemy like Noah requires a lot of preparation. I'm not as carefree as you, with time to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures."

He waved his hand, his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm.

"Then I'll take my leave."

He then took a step and walked towards the portal he had come from.

Fang Cheng did not try to persuade him to stay. He simply stood there quietly, his gaze deep as he stared at Fang Cheng's retreating figure.

However, just before Cheng Jiashu was about to step into the portal.

He suddenly stopped again, turned around, and faced Fang Cheng.

"By the way, there's one more thing."

Cheng Jiashu's tone became more serious than ever before.

A ghostly green light danced on his body, making his expression appear blurred and solemn in the darkness, as if veiled.

"I have a request. If... I mean, if I don't contact you again by April 13th, I hope you can help me take care of someone."

Fang Cheng looked at him but did not reply.

"You don't need to watch over her every day."

Cheng Jiashu continued, his tone softening as if he were carefully choosing his words.

"Just visit her once a week to make sure she's safe. If she encounters any difficulties, help her out within your means."

Then, he held up one finger to state his price:

"As compensation, I can pay you 100 million yuan in advance. The term of this entrustment is fifty years, which means you only need to take care of her for fifty years."

One hundred million yuan, fifty years, all to take care of one person.

That's a bit off; it's less of a transaction and more like a deathbed entrustment.

"who is it?"

Fang Cheng's eyebrows twitched slightly, and a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

What kind of person is worthy of this psychopathic killer's seriousness and willingness to spend a huge sum of money to entrust with such a task?

"Someone will tell you when the time comes."

Cheng Jiashu smiled mysteriously.

The smile appeared somewhat blurred under the green light, carrying a hint of something indescribable.

Fang Cheng remained silent for a moment.

Memories of my past interactions with Cheng Jiashu surfaced in my mind.

The two met unexpectedly for the first time on a rainy night.

We met several times in chat rooms afterward, and I learned a lot from him.

And, using him to impersonate her "White Owl" identity...

After weighing the options, Fang Cheng looked up at Cheng Jiashu and said:

"You trust me that much? I'm a serial killer who can go berserk at any moment..."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Jiashu's smile deepened.

"It is precisely because you are a madman that you are worthy of trust and entrustment."

He raised his head slightly, his eyes gleaming with a strange light.

“I can sense a certain principle in you. You and I are the same kind of people at heart.”

"Moreover, this reward of 100 million yuan should be enough to make this principle extremely solid."

After saying that, he shrugged his shoulders, displaying a very nonchalant demeanor.

Fang Cheng stared at him, trying to see through him.

One could vaguely sense that Cheng Jiashu's words were truly from the heart, not feigned, and contained no hint of threat or temptation.

This strange sense of trust stirred something deep within Fang Cheng's heart.

Finally, Fang Cheng nodded and replied in a deep voice:
All I can say is that I will do my best.

"As long as you do your best, that's enough."

A relieved smile appeared on Cheng Jiashu's face, a sense of ease as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

He gave Fang Cheng a deep look, as if trying to etch the man's image into his mind.

Then he bowed deeply and whispered, "Thank you."

Then, he turned and stepped into the portal of light, his figure gradually becoming illusory in the light.

It eventually turned into specks of green light and disappeared completely.

Silence returned to the dark hall once more.

Only the golden orb remained, emitting a faint but constant glow in the endless darkness.

The wind swept through, making a mournful sound, like the whisper of an ancient ghost.

Deep within the hall, the massive stone pillars cast layers of shadows, making the already profound and mysterious realm appear even more vast and enigmatic.

Fang Cheng stood alone in the center of the main hall.

His gaze pierced through the darkness, fixed on the direction in which the palace's first visitor had vanished.

The white light gate gradually shrank until it closed completely, disappearing like a star, as if it had never existed. Fang Cheng stared at it for a long time before withdrawing his gaze and slowly walking back to the golden light sphere.

My fingers gently brushed across the warm glow, feeling the powerful pulse of the light, just like a heartbeat.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly, developing according to the expected trajectory.

Cheng Jiashu and the special search team were finally brought together by an invisible thread to confront the behemoth that is the Noah Organization head-on.

And as the person in charge behind the scenes, I should also do something.

Fang Cheng's refusal of Cheng Jiashu's invitation to cooperate was not because he intended to stand idly by or go into seclusion.

He understands the principle that the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

The Noah Organization is a sword hanging over one's head; being able to severely damage or even remove it would be entirely beneficial to oneself.

Moreover, the existence of this organization has gradually begun to affect my normal life.

Now that Cheng Jiashu has proposed a plan to work together with the special search team, Fang Cheng naturally wants to "help".

But he must never openly help Gao Jin under the guise of being an ordinary person named "Fang Cheng," and he must never have direct contact with Gao Jin.

Late that night, on a wasteland beside a suburban highway, this senior investigator, clad in bio-armor, fought a fierce battle with himself.

Although they were wearing masks at the time, they still had close "intimate contact".

With just one encounter, there is a very high probability that the opponent will be able to recognize him as the real "White Owl" through his physique, aura, and fighting style.

At that time, the scheme he had painstakingly laid out—to have Cheng Jiashu impersonate "Bai Xiao" to draw attention and thus conceal his own secrets—would likely be completely exposed.

This is definitely not what Fang Cheng wanted to see.

That's why he used a reason that Cheng Jiashu couldn't refute and that fit his own "persona" to politely decline.

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered, and many plans surfaced in his mind.

Perhaps, I can remain like a ghost, hiding in the shadows, observing the impending storm.

Find the right opportunity when the special search team and the Noah organization are locked in fierce combat.

Appearing brazenly as "White Owl," he unleashed his power without restraint, slaughtering all his enemies...

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng raised his eyes and looked at the huge ball of light that emitted a soft golden glow.

Countless fine filaments of light emanated from the sphere, like a neural network, connecting to the "stars" on the dome that represented the linked targets.

His gaze swept across the starry dome.

Finally, it landed on a bright and stable star.

An idea then took shape in my mind.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and his consciousness shot towards the target like an arrow released from a bow.

The dark hall before them was instantly torn apart by endless streams of light.

Consciousness passed through a dazzling tunnel made of light and shadow.

Countless scenes flashed by: skyscrapers, streets, neon lights...

The next second, my vision suddenly became clear again.

A warm feeling, a mixture of the aroma of food and the smell of old furniture, wafted over.

Before me was a small square table with three dishes and a soup on it.

A plate of glistening braised pork ribs, a plate of stir-fried bright green vegetables, a dish of smashed cucumber, and a bowl of steaming pickled vegetable and tofu soup.

For an average family, this is already a rather sumptuous meal.

"Ah Ren, eat more meat. You've gotten so thin lately from working so hard."

A gentle voice sounded.

Fang Cheng saw an elderly woman with gray hair sitting opposite him through his dashing eyes.

Although her eyes were open, they were cloudy and unfocused, indicating that she had been blind for many years.

But on her face was a satisfied and peaceful smile.

It was her elegant mother, Li Guifen.

"Mom, I'm not thin, I'm quite strong."

A dashing voice drifted over, carrying a deliberately slowed gentleness:

“You should eat too. During your last checkup, the doctor said you need to supplement your vitamins and protein intake.”

As he spoke, he casually picked up a piece of pork rib with alternating layers of fat and lean meat, carefully removed the bone, and put the meat into his mother's bowl.

Fang Cheng did not immediately speak up to disturb them.

He sat quietly at the dining table like a silent ghost, observing everything before him.

This small house, less than 30 square meters, is much brighter than the last time I saw it.

The walls have been repainted, and a brand-new LCD TV has appeared in the corner.

Although the screen is small, it is a luxury for this family.

The clothes Xiao Sa was wearing were no longer cheap street vendor items, but a shirt that looked quite high-quality.

He sat up straight and ate much more politely than before, no longer wolfing down his food.

It's clear that he's trying to adapt to his new role and also working hard to give his mother a better life.

"Ah Ren, how's work at the company? Are you doing well? Have you been bullied?"

Li Guifen asked with concern as she slowly chewed.

"Smoothly, of course it went smoothly."

He answered immediately, his tone relaxed:
"Mom, don't worry. I'm the assistant to the department head now, and I manage a few people under me. Besides, President Chen values ​​me highly, so no one dares to bully me."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Li Guifen nodded with satisfaction:
"You need to be diligent, talk less and do more. It's not easy for people like us to have a decent job, so you should cherish it."

"Okay, Mom."

With a smug grin, he replied, chewing rice with a carefree air.

Fang Cheng watched all of this silently.

He saw Xiao Sa skillfully clear the dishes after dinner and rush to the kitchen to wash them.

The small kitchen felt cramped, but he was extremely focused in his movements.

The water was rushing loudly as she washed the pot, humming an off-key tune.

Fang Cheng only decided to end this moment of tranquility after he casually dried his hands and walked out of the kitchen.

Then, focusing his consciousness, he called out in a calm and even voice deep within Xiaosai's mind.

"Aren."

Xiaosai, who was pouring water for his mother, suddenly stiffened.

The unexpected call nearly made him drop the thermos.

President!

Xiao Sa's mind went blank for a moment, and his heart suddenly tightened.

According to their previous agreement, if the situation became urgent, he could silently recite the chairman's name in his mind.

Then, through some magical spiritual connection, they can get in touch with each other and take timely action.

If it's just routine work reports, then use the phone to communicate.

Just a few days ago, the chairman ordered that all unnecessary communication be temporarily suspended in order to avoid risks.

And now, the president has actually taken the initiative to contact me again.

This only means one thing—there is an extremely important, possibly even life-or-death, mission to be assigned.

"Ah Ren, what happened? Did you spill the water?"

Li Guifen had very sharp ears and heard the sound of the water glass shaking.

"No, it's nothing, Mom."

He quickly regained his composure, handed over the water glass, and controlled his voice so well that no one could tell that something was amiss.

"I'm just a little tired and want to go back to my room and lie down for a while."

"Go ahead, if you're tired, get some rest. You have to go to work tomorrow."

He gave a casual reply, strode into his bedroom, and gently closed and locked the door behind him.

He leaned against the door, took a deep breath, and respectfully responded in his heart:
"President, Ah Ren is here. Please give us your instructions."

(End of this chapter)