394: Chapter 394 The Aura of a Powerful Man, the Tree of Life

Inside the high-rise apartment, this sentence was clearly transmitted through the walkie-talkie.

Xiao Sa let out a long sigh of relief, joy appearing on his face:

"Chairman, it was a success."

Fang Cheng nodded, standing in front of the window, looking at the silver-gray skyscraper with deep eyes.

"Very good."

Then he turned around, picked up an egg pancake, continued with milk, and chewed in big mouthfuls.

Seeing Fang Cheng sweep away the remaining breakfast on the table like a storm sweeping away clouds, Xiao Sa also hurriedly stuffed the half-eaten bun in his hand into his mouth and swallowed it quickly.

Then he wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth and asked quietly for instructions:

"Chairman, what should we do now?"

"Wait."

Fang Cheng only said one word, raised his head, and drank the last box of pure milk without leaving a single drop.

Then, he sat on the sofa by the window, crossed his legs, and leisurely crossed his legs in a relaxed posture.

It was as if everything just now had nothing to do with him, and he was merely an onlooker standing aloof.

Looking at the Chairman's expression where Mount Tai could collapse before him without changing his color, Xiao Sa felt even more admiration in his heart.

This kind of powerhouse demeanor of devising strategies within a command tent and winning a victory thousands of miles away was something he probably couldn't learn in this lifetime!

However, if he could imitate two or three tenths of it and use it on those hooligans of the Red Tiger Gang, it would be enough to make them view him with awe and not dare to act rashly.

Xiao Sa didn't dare to disturb him much, and just quietly opened the small notebook of learning in his heart.

Then he light-handedly tidied up the dining table and put the food scraps into a garbage bag.

Next, he also found a place to sit down and continued to monitor the movement outside through the window.

Xiao Sa didn't know that Fang Cheng's inner thoughts were far more active than they appeared on the surface.

The first step of the plan, which was also the simplest step, had been completed.

Next, it was to look forward to what kind of reaction Choi Suyoung would make.

Fang Cheng very much wanted to know.

What heaven-shaking secret was hidden inside the Noah Organization that could arouse Officer Gao's interest in investigating, and it was bound to be exposed.

At the same time, he also looked forward to whether Cheng Jiashu, the Smiling Demon hidden in the dark, would reveal a flaw because of this.

Time passed minute by minute.

Outside the window, the street had endless traffic and people coming and going.

The sunlight went from sparse and soft in the early morning to gradually bright and dazzling, illuminating the apartment into a whitish glow.

During this period, Xiao Sa went out once.

Near noon, he returned to the apartment carrying several bags of boxed lunches.

The food was very sumptuous, with fish and meat, and enough rice.

There was also a box of mineral water personally delivered by the owner of the restaurant downstairs.

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

He casually stretched his limbs and torso, then squatted in a horse stance in front of the window and practiced Qigong for a while.

It dispelled the sluggishness after the meal, and at the same time silently refined his own internal Qi reserves.

Not long after lunch, Xiao Sa took a short rest, then went out again, running to the street to personally lead a patrol and collect first-hand news.

Fang Cheng had no intention of going out.

Sitting quietly in the apartment, he was not doing nothing.

Instead, relying on his keen eyesight far exceeding ordinary people, like a top sniper, he observed every movement outside.

From here, overlooking from a high position, the people and things on the entire commercial street could be taken into full view even better.

Relying on the combination of the two skills Eagle Eye Vision and Memory Palace, Fang Cheng possessed insight close to a God's perspective.

Any subtle anomaly, even the change in the expression on a passerby's face, or the news headline of the newspaper in a customer's hand inside a restaurant, could not escape the capture of his eyes.

Even Fang Cheng's line of sight could easily penetrate the curtain wall glass of dozens of floors of the Noah Building, seeing the busy figures of staff in some offices without curtains drawn.

However, the security measures of the research department where Choi Suyoung was located were obviously extremely strict.

On many floors, besides the cold walls and closed shutters, the specific conditions inside could not be seen clearly at all.

The afternoon was cloudy, and the street was still bustling with voices and heavy traffic.

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

He occasionally got up, walked a few steps, and his sharp gaze swept across the hurried passersby and the unceasing shuttle of cars and electric bikes.

Occasionally, he would also close his eyes, as if taking a nap.

But the aura around his body always maintained a tension of being ready to strike at any moment.

The fast-paced urban life outside the window, under the soundproofing of the apartment, only left a faint hum, like the background sound of time flowing slowly.

The sun gradually tilted westward, and the golden afterglow cast a layer of twilight on the towering buildings.

Soon, the sunset burned out, and night fell.

The street lamps on both sides of the commercial street lit up one by one, outlining the contour of the city.

Not far away, the Noah Building also lit up the lights on its exterior wall, looking like a dazzling crystal palace in the night.

There were no lights turned on in the apartment, and the figure standing by the window seemed to gradually blend into the darkness.

Fang Cheng drank the remaining mineral water completely, and the plastic bottle was casually crushed flat.

Silently looking at the bustling night scene outside the window, he muttered to himself in a low voice:

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

"What... exactly are they waiting for?"

A whole day passed, and neither the Noah Organization nor the own faction had any noteworthy movements.

It was like a pebble thrown into a deep pool, yet not stirring up the slightest ripple.

This extreme quietness made people even more restless.

As time went on, the city's night sky appeared increasingly low.

The clouds were gradually gathering, as if it was going to rain...

Fang Cheng's heart suddenly stirred, as if a switch had been turned on.

At this moment, a slight sound of current suddenly sounded in the headset.

Following closely, Xiao Sa's voice suppressing excitement was transmitted over.

"Chairman, Choi Suyoung replied to our message."

"Oh?"

In the dark, Fang Cheng's eyes lit up instantly, revealing a long-awaited sharp edge.

Noah Building, top-floor conference hall.

Beneath the feet were mirror-like marble floor tiles, and on top was a crystal chandelier composed of countless lamp beads.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the whole wall, Dongdu's bustling night scene was panoramic, with traffic like weaving and lights like dragons.

But this luxury and openness could not dispel the oppressive atmosphere indoors.

That huge circular conference table capable of accommodating fifty people was now sparsely seated with twenty-four people, appearing empty and desolate.

These people were all middle and high-level cadres from the Dongdu Branch of the Noah Organization, as well as the bosses of various peripheral forces attached to the organization.

Ever since they were summoned here yesterday noon, they had been trapped here for over thirty hours.

Mobile phones were confiscated, and contact with the outside world was completely cut off.

Each person's range of activities was also strictly restricted, and they could only stay in several arranged rest rooms and conference rooms.

The wall clock on the wall made a ticking sound, and the hour hand pointed past eight o'clock.

The notification of the emergency meeting was received in the evening, and by now everyone had arrived in full.

However, the meeting showed no signs of starting.

The air supply vent of the central air conditioner made a low hum, blowing a breath of anxiety and unease into every corner of the conference room.

Some people nervously twirled the pens in their hands, while others looked down at the table, seeming to fall into deep thought.

More people whispered with familiar companions, their voices suppressed extremely low, as if afraid of disturbing someone.

"Old Chen, what on earth is this going to do? The higher-ups trapping so many of us here, is the sky about to change?"

A middle-aged man with a mustache leaned forward, got close to his companion, and asked anxiously:

"Do you have any insider news, reveal a bit to your brother?"

The man called Old Chen was none other than Chen Chen, the leader of the Red Tiger Gang.

He shook his head slowly, squeezing out a just-right bitter smile on his face:

"I am just a peripheral boss, what qualifications do I have to know the secrets inside the organization?"

"Yesterday Station Chief Feng only said it was an emergency meeting, but as soon as we came, we were placed under house arrest. In my opinion, eight out of ten something big has happened."

Chen Chen replied casually, but his mind had already drifted far away.

Before leaving, he specially handed over the affairs of the gang to Secretary Liu and Xiao Sa, instructing them that no matter what happened, stability should be the mainstay, and they must not act rashly.

Come to think of it, during the time he was not in the gang, there shouldn't be any mistakes, right?

In another corner of the conference table, Xu Hao leaned back against the chair back listlessly, tapping the tabletop with his fingers intermittently.

Liu Yu, sitting beside him, nudged him with his elbow and whispered with winks:

"Brother Hao, do you think that grandson Smiling Demon made trouble again? I heard that a while ago, several strongholds in the organization were uprooted by someone, and Station Chief Feng and Zhuo Feng were about to go furious."

"Ghost knows, I'm not the roundworm in their stomachs."

Xu Hao was too lazy to lift his eyelids, a hint of impatience in his tone, blocking the other party's words back.

But his heart was far from as calm as it appeared on the surface.

Fang Cheng's warning that someone was monitoring echoed repeatedly in his mind like an alarm bell.

He had an inexplicable hunch that today's so-called meeting was probably not simple at all.

Thinking of this, Xu Hao couldn't help glancing at Chen Chen not far from him.

That guy was like an old monk entering meditation, with his eyes slightly closed and expressionless, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

Only occasionally would he inadvertently raise his eyes, and his gaze would briefly intersect in the air with 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 of them had only spoken a few words in the corridor since entering the building.

Squeak——

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

The sound of conversation came to an abrupt halt, and everyone's eyes looked towards the door in unison.

The high-level leaders of Noah who hosted the meeting, Station Chief Feng Jincai and Zhuo Feng, walked in one after another.

Station Chief Feng Jincai had that signature Maitreya Buddha smile on his face, but deep in his eyes there was not the slightest bit of smile.

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

That pair of falcon-like eyes swept across everyone present, making the people he looked at involuntarily lower their heads.

Behind the two of them, there were also four pursuers wearing black combat uniforms and rugged figures.

They did not enter the conference room, but like door gods, holding assault rifles, stood separately on both sides outside the door.

Virtually, it added a bit of sternness to this oppressive atmosphere.

"Sorry to have kept you all waiting."

Station Chief Feng Jincai walked to the main seat, supported the table with both hands, and spoke with a smile:

"I know that everyone must have a lot of questions in your hearts, why you were urgently summoned here and your freedom was restricted."

He paused, the smile on his face slightly restrained, and his tone became heavy:

"Because our organization has encountered an unprecedented crisis."

"Presumably everyone has heard that recently, our Dongdu Branch has suffered repeated setbacks, strongholds have been uprooted, and personnel have gone missing."

"Even some important action plans were inexplicably leaked out and intercepted in advance by those mad dogs of the Special Investigation Team."

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

Everyone's expressions were different, looking at each other, their eyes filled with suspicion and shock.

Station Chief Feng Jincai was very satisfied with this effect, and he continued:

"Through the investigation by the headquarters, it was found that the series of attacks we encountered were all related to a plan left over from many years ago."

"This plan, code-named 'Tree of Life', concerns the organization's early strategic layout in the East Asian region and the biological genetic research currently underway."

When the code name 'Tree of Life' was spoken from Station Chief Feng Jincai's mouth, the expressions of many insiders present changed slightly.

"Although the content inside is outdated, it records too many of our secrets. Once leaked, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Station Chief Feng Jincai sighed, a heartbroken expression appearing on his face:

"We have reason to suspect that part of the content and storage location information of this document, which should have been destroyed, has been leaked out."

"Therefore, the enemy can implement precise strikes against our weaknesses."

Speaking of this, Station Chief Feng Jincai deliberately paused.

"After discussion and decision by the high-level management, for the future of the organization and to completely eliminate this hidden danger, the Board of Directors has specially granted permission that we will completely destroy it tonight in front of everyone."

After finishing the opening remarks, he clapped his hands.

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

There was a complex and precise electronic lock on the box. Just looking at the appearance, one knew that the things inside were definitely very important.

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

Then, through fingerprint scanning.

Finally, the box made a 'click' sound and opened in response.

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

"Tonight's meeting is mainly to let everyone be a witness."

"It is both showing everyone the organization's determination to burn our boats and a kind of trust. Starting today, our Dongdu Branch will welcome a new birth."

"According to the agreement, this document will be destroyed on time at midnight tonight. Before that, everyone can freely discuss and imagine the future development of our branch."

Station Chief Feng Jincai finished speaking with a smile, then sat on the sofa nearby, closing his eyes to rest his mind.

Zhuo Feng didn't say a word, guarding beside the box storing the documents, as if strictly observing the duties of a supervisor.

The conference room did not immediately discuss as Station Chief Feng Jincai said, but fell into a dead-like silence.

In everyone's mind, they were rapidly digesting the huge amount of information contained in these words.

Xu Hao's heartbeat suddenly accelerated a bit.

Before Fang Cheng cut off contact, that meaningful 'Take care', thinking of it now, was more like a prophecy.

He could now be almost one hundred percent sure that this meeting was aimed at the 'mole', which was himself, a double agent!

Xu Hao's expression changed slightly, his fingers clenched into fists under the table, forcibly suppressing the impulse to ask Fang Cheng for help through the mental connection.

No!

According to the boss's statement, since someone was monitoring his mental state in real time.

If he used this method to contact at this time, he would definitely be discovered by the other party.

Xu Hao took a deep breath, trying to remain calm, and made himself behave like those ignorant people next to him.

He sometimes looked shocked, sometimes glared angrily, and sometimes cursed that damned leaker in a low voice.

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

Only in those slightly closed eyes flashed a trace of imperceptible sharp light.

It seemed that he also vaguely sensed a bit of ominous aura.

Time passed minute by minute.

A few minutes passed, and everyone was still just whispering.

The atmosphere in the conference room was like a bowstring being continuously pulled tighter, becoming increasingly tense.

Ma Biao, sitting opposite Xu Hao, picked up his tea cup and took a sip, then laughed heartily:

"Damn it, I was wondering why things have been so not smooth recently, turns out some son of a bitch is stabbing us in the back!"

"Station Chief Feng, Director Zhuo, you can rest assured. Although I Ma Biao am a rough person, I can tell who is a brother and who is an enemy!"

Ma Biao was a representative of the local forces in Dongdu, bold and unrestrained. Many people present had received his favors, and his popularity was extremely good.

As soon as he opened his mouth, many people immediately echoed.

For a time, everyone was filled with righteous indignation, and the atmosphere actually began to become lively.

Meanwhile, in another room opposite the conference room.

The curtains around were tightly closed, and the light was dim.

Jia Sangyi sat cross-legged on a soft cushion.

Around his body, a circle of white candles burned quietly.

The flickering candlelight made his face flicker between light and dark.

His eyes were tightly closed, his fingers crossed, forming a strange hand seal.

An intangible and immaterial spiritual net was quietly spreading out with him as the center at this moment.

(End of Chapter)