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Chapter 394 The Aura of a Powerful Man, the Tree of Life
Inside the high-rise apartment, these words were clearly transmitted through the walkie-talkie.

He let out a long, carefree sigh, a look of joy spreading across his face.
"President, it's a success."

Fang Cheng nodded, stood by the window, and gazed intently at the silver-gray skyscraper.

"very good."

He then turned around, picked up an egg pancake, and continued to chew it with his milk.

Seeing Fang Cheng devour the remaining breakfast on the table in no time, she was amazed.

Xiao Sa quickly stuffed the half-eaten bun in his hand into his mouth and swallowed it.

Then, wiping the grease from the corner of his mouth, he asked in a low voice:
"President, what should we do now?"

"Wait."

Fang Cheng only said one word, then tilted his head back and drank the last carton of pure milk without leaving a drop.

Then, he sat on the sofa by the window, crossed his legs, and casually put them back on.

It was as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him; he was merely an uninvolved bystander.

Seeing the president's unwavering composure even in the face of imminent collapse, Xiao Sa felt even more admiration for him.

I'm afraid I'll never be able to learn that kind of strategic, decisive, and powerful demeanor in my lifetime!

However, if one could imitate even two or three parts of it, it would be enough to make those thugs in the Red Tiger Gang respect them and dare not act recklessly.

Xiao Sa didn't dare to disturb him too much, but quietly opened his study notebook in his heart.

Then, they quietly cleared the table and put the food scraps into a garbage bag.

Then, he found a place to sit down and continued to monitor the outside world through the window.

Xiao Sa had no idea that Fang Cheng's inner thoughts were far more complex than they appeared.

The first step of the plan, which is also the simplest step, has been completed.

Next, we'll have to wait and see how Choi Soo-young reacts.

Fang Cheng really wanted to know.

What earth-shattering secret is hidden within the Noah organization that has piqued the interest of that high-ranking official, who is determined to uncover it?

At the same time, he also wondered if the "smiling devil" Cheng Jiashu, who was hiding in the shadows, would be exposed because of this.

Time passes minute by minute.

The streets outside the window are bustling with traffic and people.

The sunlight gradually changed from the sparse and soft light of the early morning to a bright and dazzling light, turning the apartment into a white expanse.

During that time, he went out for a while.

Around noon, he returned to his apartment carrying several bags of boxed lunches.

The meals were plentiful, with fish, meat, and plenty of rice.

There was also a case of bottled water personally delivered to my door by the restaurant owner downstairs.

Fang Cheng finished eating calmly and drank a few sips of water.

I casually stretched my arms and legs, then practiced a horse stance and qigong in front of the window for a while.

It relieves the post-meal stagnation and at the same time silently cultivates one's internal energy reserves.

Not long after lunch, Xiao Sa rested briefly before heading out again to personally lead a patrol on the streets and gather firsthand information.

Fang Cheng had no intention of leaving.

He was sitting comfortably in his apartment, not doing nothing.

Instead, with his extraordinary eyesight, he observed every movement outside like a top sniper.

From this vantage point, one can have a panoramic view of the people and things along the entire commercial street.

With the combination of "Eagle Eye Vision" and "Memory Palace" skills, Fang Cheng possesses an insight that is almost like that of God.

He could spot any subtle anomaly, even a change in the expression on a passerby's face or a headline in a newspaper held by a customer in a restaurant.

Fang Cheng's gaze could even easily penetrate the curtain wall glass of Noah Building's dozens of floors, allowing him to see the busy figures of employees in some offices where the curtains were not drawn.

However, the security measures in the research department where Choi Soo-young works are obviously extremely tight.

There are many floors, and apart from the cold walls and tightly closed blinds, it's impossible to see what's inside.

The afternoon was cloudy, but the streets were still bustling with people and traffic.

Fang Cheng sat quietly on the sofa, his gaze never leaving the window.

He would occasionally get up, walk a few steps, and his sharp gaze would sweep over the hurried passersby and the cars and electric bikes that kept coming and going.

Occasionally, it will close its eyes, as if taking a short nap.

However, his aura remained tense and poised, as if ready to unleash its full potential.

Outside the window, the fast-paced city life is reduced to a faint hum by the soundproofing of the apartment, like the background noise of time flowing slowly.

As the sun gradually sets in the west, the golden afterglow casts a twilight glow over the rows of tall buildings.

Soon, the sunset faded and night fell.

The streetlights on both sides of the commercial street lit up one after another, outlining the city's silhouette.

Not far away, the Noah Building also lit up its exterior, resembling a dazzling crystal palace in the night.

The apartment was dark, and the figure standing by the window seemed to gradually blend into the darkness.

Fang Cheng finished the remaining mineral water, then casually crushed the plastic bottle.

Silently gazing at the bustling night view outside the window, I murmured to myself:

"Today is already the 13th, aren't Cheng Jiashu and that Commander Gao going to make a move yet?"

"What...are they waiting for?"

A whole day passed, and neither the Noah Organization nor "our own camp" made any noteworthy moves.

It's like a pebble thrown into a deep pool, without creating even a ripple.

This extreme silence, ironically, made people even more uneasy.

As time went by, the city's night sky appeared increasingly somber.

The clouds are gradually gathering; it looks like it's going to rain...

Fang Cheng felt a sudden pang in his heart, as if a switch had been flipped.

Just then, a slight static sound suddenly came through the headset.

Immediately following, came a carefree voice suppressing excitement.

"President, Choi Soo-young has replied to our message."

"Oh?"

In the darkness, Fang Cheng's eyes lit up instantly, revealing the sharp glint he had been waiting for.

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Noah Building, top-floor conference room.

Underfoot are gleaming marble tiles, and above is a crystal chandelier composed of countless LED beads.

The floor-to-ceiling windows across the entire wall offer an unobstructed view of the bustling night scene of Dongdu, with its endless stream of cars and dazzling lights.

However, this luxury and spaciousness could not dispel the oppressive atmosphere inside.

The huge circular conference table, which could easily accommodate fifty people, was now sparsely occupied by only twenty-four people, making it appear empty and deserted.

These people were all mid-to-high-level cadres from the Noah Organization's Eastern Capital branch, as well as leaders of various peripheral forces affiliated with the organization.

They have been trapped here for more than 30 hours since they were summoned here yesterday at noon.

Their cell phones were confiscated, and all contact with the outside world was completely cut off.

Each person's movement was also strictly limited, and they could only stay in a few designated rest rooms and meeting rooms.

The wall clock ticked, the hour hand pointing to past eight o'clock.

I received a notification for an emergency meeting in the evening, and everyone was already there.

However, there was no sign of the meeting starting.

The central air conditioning vents emitted a low hum, blowing an atmosphere of anxiety into every corner of the conference room.

Some people nervously twirled their pens, while others looked down at the table, seemingly lost in thought.

Many others whispered among themselves to their familiar companions, keeping their voices very low, as if afraid of disturbing someone.

"Old Chen, what exactly is going on? Why are so many of us being kept here? Is the government about to change things?"

A middle-aged man with a mustache leaned forward, getting closer to his companion, and asked with concern:

"Do you have any inside information? Tell the brothers." The man called "Old Chen" was Chen Chen, the leader of the Red Tiger Gang.

He slowly shook his head, forcing a perfectly timed bitter smile onto his face:

"I'm just an outer leader, how could I possibly know the organization's internal secrets?"

"Yesterday, Station Chief Feng only said that he was holding an emergency meeting, but he was immediately placed under house arrest upon arrival. I think something serious must have happened."

Chen Chen gave a perfunctory reply, but his mind had already wandered far away.

Before leaving, he specifically entrusted all the affairs of the gang to Secretary Liu and Xiaosai, instructing them to prioritize stability and not to act rashly no matter what happened.

I think nothing will go wrong while I'm away from the gang.

At the other corner of the conference table, Xu Hao leaned back in his chair, looking bored, and tapped the tabletop with his fingers.

Sitting next to him, Liu Yu nudged him with his elbow, winked, and whispered:
"Brother Hao, do you think that bastard Smiling Devil is up to something again? I heard that several of the organization's strongholds were raided recently, and Station Chief Feng and Zhuo Feng are about to lose their tempers."

"Who knows? I'm not a mind reader."

Xu Hao didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, his tone revealing a hint of impatience, shutting the other person down.

But his heart was far from as calm as it appeared.

Fang Cheng's warning, "Someone is watching," echoed repeatedly in his mind like an alarm bell.

He had a strange premonition that today's so-called meeting was probably not so simple.

Thinking of this, Xu Hao couldn't help but glance at Chen Chen, who was not far from him.

That guy was like an old monk in deep meditation, his eyes slightly closed, his face expressionless, as if everything around him was irrelevant.

He would only occasionally glance up unintentionally, his eyes briefly meeting those of Xu Hao, who also belonged to the Red Tiger Gang.

Xu Hao couldn't understand the meaning in his eyes.

To avoid suspicion, the two only exchanged a few words in the corridor after entering the building.

squeak-

The heavy double doors of the conference room were pushed open from the outside.

The conversation abruptly stopped, and everyone's eyes turned to the doorway.

Feng Jincai and Zhuo Feng, the senior leaders of Noah who were presiding over the meeting, walked in one after the other.

Feng Jincai wore his signature Maitreya Buddha smile, but there was no hint of amusement in his eyes.

As for Zhuo Feng behind him, his expression was as cold as ice.

Those hawk-like eyes swept over everyone present, causing those he looked at to involuntarily lower their heads.

Behind the two were four burly pursuers dressed in black combat uniforms.

Instead of entering the conference room, they stood like gatekeepers, holding assault rifles, on either side of the door.

This inadvertently added a touch of grimness to the already oppressive atmosphere.

"I've kept you waiting for a long time."

Stationmaster Feng Jincai walked to the head seat, placed his hands on the table, and began with a smile:
"I know you all have a lot of questions in your minds about why we urgently summoned you all here and restricted your freedom."

He paused, his smile fading slightly, and his tone became serious:
"Because our organization is facing an unprecedented crisis."

"As you all have probably heard, our Dongdu branch has suffered repeated setbacks recently, with our strongholds being taken down and personnel going missing."

"Even some important action plans were inexplicably leaked and intercepted by those mad dogs in the special investigation team."

Feng Jincai's voice suddenly rose, echoing in the quiet conference room.

The crowd's expressions varied, and they looked at each other, their eyes filled with suspicion and disbelief.

Feng Jincai was very satisfied with the result, and he continued:

"After an investigation by headquarters, it was discovered that the series of attacks we suffered were all related to a plan that had been left over from many years ago."

"This project, codenamed 'Tree of Life,' concerns the organization's early strategic layout in East Asia, as well as its ongoing biological and genetic research."

When Feng Jincai uttered the code name "Tree of Life," the expressions of many in the know changed slightly.

"Although the contents are outdated, they record too many of our secrets. If they are leaked, the consequences would be unimaginable."

Feng Jincai sighed, a pained expression on his face:
"We have reason to suspect that some of the contents and the location of this document, which should have been destroyed, were leaked."

"Therefore, the enemy can target our weaknesses and launch precise strikes."

At this point, Feng Jincai paused deliberately.

"After discussions among senior management, and in order to ensure the future of the organization and to completely eliminate this potential threat, the board of directors has granted permission for us to completely destroy it tonight in front of everyone."

After finishing his opening remarks, he clapped his hands.

A pursuer walked in carrying a silver metal box the size of a briefcase and placed it on the conference table.

The box has a complex and sophisticated electronic lock, and just by looking at it, you can tell what's inside is extremely important.

Feng Jincai stepped forward personally and entered a long string of passwords.

Next, a fingerprint scan is performed.

Finally, the box clicked open.

He took out a thick stack of documents and showed them to everyone from a distance.

"The main purpose of tonight's meeting is for you all to bear witness."

"This is both a demonstration of the organization's determination to fight to the death and a sign of trust. From today onwards, our Dongdu branch will be reborn."

"As agreed, this document will be destroyed at midnight tonight. Before then, everyone is free to discuss and envision the future development of our branch."

After saying this with a smile, Feng Jincai sat down on the sofa next to him and closed his eyes to rest.

Zhuo Feng remained silent, standing guard beside the box containing the documents, as if dutifully fulfilling his duty as a supervisor.

Contrary to Feng Jincai's prediction, the meeting room did not immediately begin to discuss the matter; instead, it fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone's mind was rapidly processing the enormous amount of information contained in those words.

Xu Hao's heart suddenly started beating faster.

Before Fang Cheng broke off contact, his meaningful "Take care" now seemed more like a prophecy.

He was now almost 100% certain that this meeting was aimed at the "mole," that is, himself, the traitor!

Xu Hao's expression changed slightly, and he clenched his fists under the table, barely suppressing the urge to ask Fang Cheng for help through the mental link.

no!
According to the leader, someone is monitoring his mental state in real time.

If you try to contact them in this way at this time, they will definitely find out.

Xu Hao took a deep breath, trying to remain calm and act as if he were just like the ignorant people around him.

His face shifted between shock and rage, and he muttered curses under his breath at the damned leaker.

Chen Chen, sitting not far away, still appeared very low-key.

But a barely perceptible glint flashed in those slightly closed eyes.

They seemed to vaguely sense something ominous.

Time passes minute by minute.

Several minutes passed, and the crowd was still just whispering among themselves.

The atmosphere in the meeting room grew increasingly tense, like a bowstring being pulled taut.

Sitting opposite Xu Hao, Ma Biao picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then laughed heartily:
"Damn it, I knew things had been going wrong lately. Turns out some son of a bitch was stabbing me in the back!"

"Station Chief Feng, Director Zhuo, don't worry. Although I, Ma Biao, am a rough man, I can tell who is a brother and who is an enemy!"

Ma Biao was a representative of the local power in Dongdu. He was generous and many people present had received his favors, so he was very popular.

As soon as he spoke, many people immediately echoed his sentiments.

The crowd was immediately agitated, and the atmosphere began to heat up.

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Meanwhile, in another room opposite the conference room.

The curtains were drawn all around, and the light was dim.

Jasanyi sat cross-legged on a soft cushion.

A ring of white candles burned silently around his body.

The flickering firelight cast shadows on his face.

His eyes were closed, and his fingers were interlaced, forming a strange hand seal.

An invisible and intangible spiritual net is quietly unfolding around him.

(End of this chapter)