292: Chapter 292 Happiness Around Us, Safer Ways to Contact Us

Over the next few hours, the atmosphere in the room turned bizarrely and exceptionally harmonious.

The two had a friendly and productive discussion on how to properly play the high-difficulty role of a 'triple agent'.

Fang Cheng patiently taught Xu Hao some basic anti-reconnaissance and secure rendezvous skills.

Most of these methods stemmed from fragmented memories acquired from movies and TV shows in his past life. Although they lacked a systematic structure, they were exceptionally practical for the current situation.

For instance, how to use public places for contactless intelligence delivery, how to identify simple monitoring equipment and tracking signs, and how to successfully acquire secret information.

And several gestures and verbal codes with special meanings agreed upon when the two rendezvoused.

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Fang Cheng explained things clearly, meticulously, and with distinct logic, even simulating several scenarios on the spot for Xu Hao to practice.

Xu Hao listened with inward shock, his gaze toward Fang Cheng growing increasingly apprehensive as he muttered to himself.

Could this guy have been in the secret agent line of work before? These routines are way too practiced.

At the same time, it completely dispelled any wishful thinking of muddling through.

This new 'boss' was meticulous in thought and ruthless in methods; he was definitely not someone easy to fool.

As the 'teaching' came to an end, Fang Cheng looked at Xu Hao, who had basically grasped the essentials, and issued his first formal task:

"Give you three days, mobilize all connections you can mobilize, and figure out the Noah Organization's current specific investigation progress targeting me personally. How much information have they grasped? What is their next step plan? Can you do it?"

Xu Hao took a deep breath, put away his previous student posture, and wore a solemn expression on his face:

"I will do my best."

"Very good."

Seeing him agree so readily, Fang Cheng nodded with satisfaction.

Although the loyalty of this chess piece, Xu Hao, was questionable and his abilities were limited, if used well, it would undoubtedly add a highly valuable trump card for himself in the situation surging with undercurrents.

Xu Hao sat on the sofa and likewise made up his mind inwardly.

No matter what, he had to survive this dangerous game.

Because he still had very important things unfinished; he must never die here in obscurity!

The room fell into a brief silence once again, leaving only the breathing of the two and the faint urban clamor from outside the window.

Xu Hao was pondering how to start the investigation when he suddenly felt something was amiss.

The room seemed... too quiet.

He suddenly raised his head and discovered in astonishment.

Fang Cheng, who had originally been sitting on the opposite sofa, was already gone without a trace.

Xu Hao abruptly stood up and rushed to the door in a few strides, only to see the door half-open and the corridor outside quiet.

Those few lackeys responsible for guarding were lying haphazardly on the ground.

Each of them was sleeping soundly, with saliva even hanging from the corners of their mouths, about to flow onto their collars.

"All of you fucking get up for me!"

Xu Hao cursed in a low voice and raised his foot to kick them one by one.

The few lackeys were kicked awake, rubbing their sleepy eyes, touching the faintly aching backs of their heads, and looking at their boss in blank confusion.

"Hao... Brother Hao, what is wrong?"

"Eh, how did I fall asleep..."

"Sleep your grandpa!"

Xu Hao looked at their stupid appearance, anger rising from his heart, but thinking of the elusive Fang Cheng, he couldn't be bothered to scold the lackeys anymore.

"What is wrong? I was discussing some matters with a friend, and you guys were snoring at the door. Want to liven things up for me?"

"Scram, scram, scram, all go wash your faces and perk up for me."

He waved his hand, effectively providing cover for Fang Cheng who had already left.

Toward evening.

Jiangdong District, Global Elite Combat Club.

The afterglow of the sunset passed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long, warm spots of light on the floor.

Inside the training hall, the trainees had left one after another, and the clamor gradually dissipated.

Only the lingering sounds of occasional equipment collisions and the buzzing operation of the air conditioner remained, appearing exceptionally empty and tranquil.

Fang Cheng was shirtless, unweariedly striking a large sandbag.

Sweat slid down his well-defined muscle lines.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Every punch was powerful and heavy; the tough sandbag was struck into violent swaying, and the hanging iron frame made unbearable creaking sounds.

For Fang Cheng's current Physique, this level of training brought almost no growth in skill experience.

But he still did not stop, as if what was hanging in front of him was not a sandbag, but some enemy lurking in the dark.

Fang Cheng used this pure, violently colliding physical method to vent the pressure in his heart, and at the same time sort out his chaotic thoughts.

Although the brief clash with the Special Investigation Team did not expose his true identity, the moniker of being mistaken for 'White Owl' had probably been firmly remembered by the other party, and subsequent troubles would definitely not be few.

And the mysterious Noah Organization was even more like an invisible giant net, slowly closing in the dark.

They had already begun to investigate him, and once his hidden true identity was confirmed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

In the past two days, Fang Cheng remained vigilant at all times; whether around his residence or on the way to work, he carefully paid attention to the surrounding situation.

But with his currently far-surpassing ordinary people's acute perception, he did not find any obvious signs of trailing or surveillance.

Perhaps the Noah Organization's investigation was indeed still at a very Elementary stage, merely grasping some basic data and information, and had not yet taken substantial action.

Or perhaps, after listing him as a key observation target, they had become more cautious and careful, not rashly taking close-contact actions to avoid alerting the enemy.

But... Fang Cheng knew very well that this calmness was only temporary.

Since they could find out about the matter of wiping out Wu Shihao's powder factory last year, then following the clues down.

Discovering that he was the true culprit who wiped out Wu Shihao's faction, manufactured the 'slaughter' at the dock warehouse, and even wiped out the entire team of pursuers at the garbage disposal plant.

Probably was only a matter of time sooner or later.

The only thing that could make them confused was perhaps the speed of his own strength growth.

After all, possessing the skill panel, his strength was practically changing with each passing day.

In a short span of a few months, continuously breaking through bodily limits unimaginable to ordinary people, his combat power had long undergone earth-shaking changes.

Just like that battle at the powder factory, even when he tried his best, he was only dealing with the siege of dozens of ordinary Gang members, ultimately killing a dozen or so and severely injuring most.

Compared to the subsequent two nearly crushing battle results and the image of a 'perverted murderer', the gap could be said to be very large.

Judging by conventional logic, they should find it hard to believe this was done by the same person.

Perhaps, just as Xu Hao had guessed earlier.

They were more inclined to believe that behind the bright identity of 'Ma Donghe', there existed some equally powerful mysterious organization that was an enemy of Noah.

What Fang Cheng worried about was never himself.

With the strength he currently possessed and the potential that could still continuously grow in the future, even if he couldn't win, he still had the certainty of escaping.

What he truly worried about was his family members such as his mother, grandfather, and uncle, as well as close people around him like Zhou Xiumei and Wen Xin.

If one day...

The Noah Organization found out his true identity and threatened him with the lives of his family and friends, what should he do?

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's gaze suddenly turned cold, and the intentionally restrained power of his fists and kicks increased unconsciously!

Bang——

The sandbag emitted an unbearable muffled sound, and the iron chains at the connection shook violently.

Instantly swinging an arc nearly as tall as a person, almost coming parallel to the ground.

"Must think of a way to completely resolve this hidden danger!"

While throwing punches and kicking, Fang Cheng pondered countermeasures.

Right now, either take the initiative to attack.

Utilize the information provided by the inside mole Xu Hao to find out the members of the Noah Organization lurking in Dongdu City as much as possible, find an opportunity to wipe them out in one net, and completely silence them.

But this plan had extremely high difficulty, requiring not only absolute confidence in strength, but also a perfect timing to gather everyone together.

Furthermore, even if it succeeded, there was no guarantee that the intelligence had not been transmitted back to Noah's headquarters in advance.

As a huge transnational organization, they would inevitably dispatch more and stronger experts to continue investigating the situation.

By then, what he would face would only be endless hunting.

Fighting a powerful organization with the strength of one person, no matter how confident Fang Cheng was, he did not think his current self could do it.

Or, continue to lay low and hibernate, creating more smoke bombs to confuse the enemy's vision and stall for time.

For instance, deliberately guiding them to focus their attention on the fictional 'organization behind Ma Donghe'.

But this was too passive, always staying under the shadow of being hunted, and the risks were hard to control.

Fierce light flashed in his eyes, and Fang Cheng abruptly threw another punch; the several-hundred-kilogram sandbag swung high up again, and the iron frame made a harsh friction sound.

No matter what!

Before his background had not been completely figured out, he must resolve a part of the potential threats as much as possible, or at least muddy the waters.

"The longer the time dragged on, the stronger I could become, and the more I could control the initiative!"

Fang Cheng furrowed his brows tightly, making up his mind inwardly.

"Xiaofang, quite a lot of temper today, huh?"

A slightly concerned voice suddenly reached his ears.

Fang Cheng stopped his movements, turned his head, and saw Coach Xu Maocai standing not far away, holding a towel and mineral water in his hands.

Coach Xu Maocai looked at Fang Cheng, who was slightly panting and covered in sweat, glanced at the sandbag that was beaten to the verge of falling apart, and asked:

"Ran into some bothersome matters? Tell me about it, don't bottle it up alone."

"It's nothing, Coach Xu."

Fang Cheng replied casually, took the towel handed over by the other party to wipe his sweat, and squeezed out a smile on his face:

"Just trivial matters of household affairs, exercising a bit to stretch the muscles and bones, and the mood becomes much more cheerful."

Coach Xu Maocai nodded, seeming quite empathetic:

"Living in this world, who doesn't have some bothersome matters? Exercise is indeed the best way to relieve stress. Sweating it all out can temporarily throw all worries to the back of the head."

"Indeed."

Fang Cheng smiled, took a sip of mineral water, and chimed in.

While the two were talking, Fang Cheng noticed that Coach Xu's brow also seemed to carry a trace of sorrow, and thinking of Xu Hao's matter in his heart, he smoothly asked:

"Coach Xu, have you seen Xu Hao recently?"

Hearing Fang Cheng mention his son, the smile on Coach Xu Maocai's face instantly dimmed a bit, and he sighed with a complex look in his eyes:

"Saw him. He suddenly came to find me two days ago. I thought he was finally willing to acknowledge me as his dad, but..."

Xu Maocai shook his head, his tone carrying a bit of helplessness and heartache.

"During that time last year, we originally thought he met with an accident, and his mother and I almost collapsed."

"Now that he's back, although it's a good thing, he's still the same old self, hanging out with those dodgy people. I scolded him a few words, and his temper was bigger than mine; I simply can't manage him."

Knowing that his family's private matters had probably long spread in the club, he didn't hide it with embarrassment. Instead, as if finding someone to confide in, he rambled on about Xu Hao's rebellious experiences growing up due to his parents' divorce.

Fang Cheng listened patiently, gaining a better understanding of Xu Hao's character and past, and then comforted him a few words:

"Young people all have a rebellious period. When he matures a bit more, he will understand his parents' painstaking efforts. Coach Xu, don't blame yourself too much. In my opinion, Xu Hao's essence is not bad; he just needs someone to guide him properly. I'll help you discipline him in the future."

Coach Xu Maocai only took it as an offhand joke, shook his head with a smile, and didn't take it seriously.

The two chatted briefly about the club's recent work arrangements and then bid farewell to each other.

Fang Cheng glanced at the prompt messages emerging on the panel.

[Boxing experience + 1]

[Sanda experience + 2]

[Muay Thai experience + 2]

He then stretched his slightly sore shoulders and went to the locker room to take a hot shower first.

After bathing and changing into clean clothes, he originally intended to go to the music training center on the third floor.

Just as he walked out of the venue's main entrance, he saw Zhou Xiumei wearing a floral dress, carrying a guitar case on her back, quietly waiting at the entrance.

Seeing Fang Cheng walk out, a sweet smile instantly blossomed on her face.

"Brother Cheng, you've finished training."

"Yeah, kept you waiting long. How was class today?"

Fang Cheng naturally took the guitar case from her hand, and the two walked side by side toward the elevator.

"Pretty good. The teacher taught a new fingering technique today, which is a bit difficult, but I feel I practiced pretty well and made some progress..."

Zhou Xiumei said while secretly observing Fang Cheng's profile.

Seeing that he seemed somewhat different from usual, she softly asked:

"Brother Cheng, do you have something on your mind?"

"It's nothing, I'm thinking about work matters."

Fang Cheng smiled, not wanting her to worry.

The taxi drove on the evening streets; the afterglow of the sunset plated the tall buildings with a layer of gold, and the neon lights along the street began to light up one after another.

Zhou Xiumei chattered about interesting anecdotes in the training class, trying hard to liven up the atmosphere.

When the vehicle turned and passed by the nearby Yuying Elementary School, Fang Cheng's gaze turned toward the school gate.

A lot of luxury cars picking up and dropping off children were parked there, and many brightly dressed parents gathered in front of the gate, either craning their necks to look or helping the children who came out carry their schoolbags.

And at the bus stop in front of the school gate, a girl wearing a blue school uniform skirt was standing alone, a heavy schoolbag pressing on her frail shoulders.

From time to time, she tiptoed to look in the direction of oncoming vehicles, her tiny figure appearing exceptionally lonely amidst the noisy crowd leaving school.

"Stop."

Fang Cheng said to the driver, then pushed open the car door, waved at the girl, and called out:

"Wen Xin!"

Seeing Fang Cheng, the girl's eyes lit up instantly, and a brilliant smile immediately appeared on her face.

She opened her short little legs and ran toward the taxi:

"Brother! Sister Zhou!"

"Get in the car quickly."

Fang Cheng helped her open the car door and made room.

Because Wen Huiyi was quite busy working at the clinic and felt embarrassed to frequently ask for leave to pick up and drop off her daughter,

under normal circumstances, Wen Xin would choose to take the bus home by herself after school.

If Zhou Xiumei also had class that day, the two would arrange to travel together.

Today Fang Cheng happened to be passing by, so he came to pick her up.

Because of Wen Xin's joining, the atmosphere in the carriage instantly became even more lively.

Zhou Xiumei inquired about Wen Xin's situation at school today, how she got along with her classmates, and whether she could keep up with her homework.

Although Wen Xin was still a bit shy facing outsiders, she was exceptionally relaxed and lively in front of Fang Cheng and Zhou Xiumei, answering very earnestly, and from time to time sharing some newly learned knowledge today, reciting text aloud.

Listening to the two girls' crisp laughter and feeling this plain and true warmth, a certain belief in Fang Cheng's heart became even firmer.

No matter what kind of storm he was going to face, he must protect these cherished people well, and must never let his mother, grandfather, uncle, and these two girls like family in the car at this moment suffer any harm.

Just at this time, Wen Xin, sitting beside Fang Cheng, seemed to sense the fleeting heaviness and resolution deep in his heart, quietly clutched his large hand with her small hand, raised her face, and carried a trace of worry in her clear eyes.

A tiny thought that only Fang Cheng could "hear" was transmitted into his mind:

"Brother... Are you... unhappy?"

Fang Cheng's heart stirred, and he returned a reassuring look to her, similarly responding silently with his mind:

"Brother is fine, don't worry."

At this very moment, this silent communication with Wen Xin, like a flash of inspiration, suddenly illuminated a certain corner of his mind.

Establishing a safer and more secretive means of communication with Xu Hao... could a similar method be used?

A communication link based on Mental Energy and special induction?

Fang Cheng cast his gaze at the speeding street scene outside the window and fell into deep thought.

Perhaps next, he should make some new attempts and explorations at the level of Meditation ability. (End of Chapter)