528: Chapter 528: Making the name of the serial killer known throughout the underworld.

The location of the television signal tower was relatively remote.

Surrounding it were large areas of wasteland and uncompleted industrial parks, at least dozens of kilometers away from the bustling city center.

Usually, apart from vehicles from nearby villages occasionally Driving past, it was basically neglected.

At this time of night, not even a ghost's shadow was in sight.

This was also the reason why Fang Cheng chose this place as the battlefield.

However, the faint sound of sirens coming from the distance broke this tranquility.

Obviously, the towering mushroom cloud and huge explosion just now had already alerted the Dongdu police.

Hearing the sirens getting closer and closer, Xiao Sa and Xu Hao were obviously somewhat nervous.

Xu Hao hurriedly pulled open the car door and urged,

"Boss, the cops seem to be here, shouldn't we retreat quickly?"

Fang Cheng unhurriedly buttoned the last button of his shirt, tidied his collar, and said in a calm tone,

"No rush, wait for me a moment."

"Ah? What are we waiting for?"

Xu Hao was stunned upon hearing this, his words not yet fully spoken.

"Whoosh—"

He only felt a blur before his eyes, and a violent hurricane burst out before him without warning.

Blowing his entire face to vibrate like waves, his hairstyle instantly turned into a bird's nest.

"Boom!!!"

Following closely, a dull, thunder-like sonic boom finally reached his eardrums belatedly.

Fang Cheng, who was originally standing in front of him, had actually vanished without a trace in an instant.

Leaving behind only a long dragon of dust whipped up by the supersonic shock wave, charging straight toward the ruined unfinished building a few kilometers away.

"What the..."

Xu Hao was blown back two steps staggeringly, sitting heavily on the hood.

After a long while, he came back to his senses and exchanged glances with Xiao Sa, who was equally dumbfounded.

"Bro, was that... was that a speed a human can run?"

Xiao Sa swallowed a mouthful of saliva, blankly gazing at the figure in the distance that had long disappeared into the night:

"Making a fuss over nothing... Our President is an invincible master after all..."

Xu Hao was stunned for a moment, then nodded fiercely:

"That's right, jumping down from high altitude is like child's play, running as fast as a bullet is also quite reasonable..."

The two hadn't even finished sighing.

"Hoo—"

Another strong gale rushed into their faces, mercilessly blowing Xu Hao's newly smoothed hair back into a bird's nest shape.

That figure that had just disappeared, like teleportation, surprisingly reappeared in front of the car.

Fang Cheng stood there calmly and collectedly, seemingly without even his breathing being disordered.

Only his face was slightly flushed, as if he had just finished a warm-up exercise.

At this moment, on his shoulders, there was an extra bulging blue canvas bag.

That was what he had deliberately thrown down from the top floor of the unfinished building earlier for convenience in battle and to avoid damaging the things inside.

Since the battle with Ghost Sickle had already ended, this bag naturally had to be picked back up in time.

It contained quite a few personal items and must never be left at the crime scene to be found by the police and become a clue for tracking his identity.

"Let's go."

Fang Cheng pulled open the car door and casually threw the canvas bag into the back seat.

At this time, the distant sirens had become clearly audible, and the flashing red and blue police lights were particularly dazzling in the night.

"Xu Hao, drive my Land Rover and go to your Midnight Forest Bar to hide out first; don't drive that car recently."

"Alright, Boss! Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

Xu Hao didn't talk nonsense either, jumped into the Land Rover, stepped on the gas pedal, and slipped away fast.

Fang Cheng sat in the back seat of Xiao Sa's modified off-road vehicle.

The car windows rose, isolating the wind and siren sounds outside.

Xiao Sa wore an expression of Focus, tightly gripping the steering wheel with both hands, Driving very steadily.

The off-road vehicle had just driven onto the main road when several police cars flashing red and blue lights whistled past them, speeding toward the direction of the unfinished building.

Fang Cheng turned his head sideways, his gaze flickering slightly through the dark car window glass.

Afterward, he withdrew his gaze, leaning relaxed against the back of the seat, fished out his phone from his bag, and skillfully dialed a number.

"Beep—beep—"

After two rings, the call was quickly connected.

"Monkey, how is the situation on your end?"

Fang Cheng asked.

There was a half-second delay on the other end of the line, followed by a steady and respectful voice:

"Rest assured, President, Jiuchang Street is completely normal."

"That prey's accomplice codenamed 'Night Owl' has not appeared, and no other suspicious personnel have been found approaching for the time being."

"Except for the communication signal intercepted an hour ago, the surveillance System has maintained normal operation status."

"Dachui is currently guarding in front of the Tubular Building, keeping a close eye on the entrance at all times; at the slightest sign of trouble, he will report to me."

"Mm, I know."

Hearing this, Fang Cheng's brow slightly relaxed.

One had to admit that Monkey's professional capability was truly top-notch.

In just half a day, he had built a surveillance System that could be called an inescapable net around the complex Tubular Building.

The hacked street security surveillance, coupled with a dozen disguised micro-cameras, was enough to achieve coverage of the entire area, ensuring the identification of any unfamiliar face.

Especially the military-grade signal detector that Dachui got from the black market, which was the core of this surveillance System.

According to Monkey's introduction, this device could capture communication signals within a range of tens of meters around, and transmit the data to the terminal computer in real time for real-time monitoring and analysis.

The reason Fang Cheng clearly knew Ghost Sickle's identity information was precisely because he relied on it to successfully intercept the encrypted call between two suspicious targets.

Precisely because of this, he played along in the unfinished building, deliberately throwing out the topic about his father Fang Shijie to lead the opponent into a cognitive misunderstanding.

After pondering slightly, Fang Cheng immediately instructed:

"Monkey, the target has been successfully killed by me."

"Have Dachui withdraw back to the surveillance room to rest first, and take turns on duty tonight."

"For the next few days, you need to keep guarding Jiuchang Street, closely monitor the movements there, and notify me immediately if there is any situation."

"Until the Professor arranges new manpower to come over and take over your mission."

"Yes, understood!"

Monkey was slightly startled upon hearing this, but didn't ask too much, answering crisply and neatly.

Fang Cheng then encouraged:

"Hard work, the safety of Jiuchang Street is left to the two of you."

Monkey hurriedly responded:

"It's not hard work, this is all what we should do, President."

The call was subsequently hung up, and the inside of the carriage fell back into silence.

Xiao Sa sat in the driver's seat, Driving with Focus, not interrupting or disturbing.

Fang Cheng closed his eyes and rubbed his glabella.

Although tonight's battle successfully killed the enemy, an explosion of that scale would inevitably cause a social sensation.

The subsequent aftermath would be the real time to test himself.

However, after confirming the news coming from Jiuchang Street, Fang Cheng already had a conclusion in his heart.

At present, Utopia should have only dispatched two people to participate in the operation, with no other personnel involved in this investigation for the time being.

Moreover, whether it was the fragments eavesdropped on at Jiuchang Street or extracting words from Ghost Sickle in the unfinished building, it was enough to prove one point.

What Utopia truly cared about was not avenging Xuanzhen, but worrying about whether that "Grand Plan" they were secretly conducting had leaked out.

Therefore, the strategy of "shifting the blame" formulated by himself could be said to have played the right move.

In this world, if someone tried to silence a person to hide a heaven-shattering secret.

Then, the primary task of the person being hunted was not to quickly find a place to hide or promise the other party to keep their mouth shut.

The smartest approach should be to publicize this so-called "secret" at the first opportunity, so that the secret would no longer be a secret.

In this way, the nature of the matter would be completely different.

From a personal grudge between an individual and an organization, it instantly evolved into a game between the public and the organization, or even between hostile forces and the organization.

And the pressure borne by the insider as an individual would naturally be dispersed among tens of thousands of related parties.

No matter how powerful the opponent's influence was, it was unlikely that they would spend too much energy taking risks for a target that had already lost its value.

Unless it was purely for revenge...

Fang Cheng of course did not know what Utopia's so-called "Grand Plan" actually was.

But that didn't prevent him from using a false banner to create an illusion that "I have already spread the secret".

Thereby guiding Utopia to transfer its suspicious gaze onto another behemoth, the Special Investigation Team.

By then, the two major forces would pinch each other, and the disputes would be endless.

Himself, the "insider", withdrawing successfully with achievements, would instead appear less important.

Moreover, through tonight's battle, Fang Cheng had already displayed sufficiently formidable strength.

Regardless of whether Utopia's upper echelons thought he was the murderer who killed Xuanzhen or thought there was another expert directing him from behind.

At least let them understand one point.

Wanting to deal with him couldn't be resolved by just dispatching one or two S-rank masters.

Ghost Sickle being blown up without a single bone left was the best warning.

Fang Cheng turned his head to look at the street lamps rapidly retreating outside the window, his eyes deep.

Although Utopia's intelligence network was omnipresent, they hadn't figured out his true background, let alone confirmed the upper limit of his strength.

When he stood on top of the television tower earlier, that gaze spying on him was undoubtedly Night Owl who had rushed over to support Ghost Sickle.

Since that guy had seen with his own eyes his image wearing a mask and bathing in roaring fire, he would definitely pass back the intelligence of this operation with exaggeration.

By then, in the analysis reports of those big shots, they might arrive at a conclusion that left them in doubt and uncertainty.

The mysterious man who killed Xuanzhen in Tiannan Province and disrupted Utopia's plan was Fang Shijie, who had defected back then.

And this Fang Shijie had not only seen his strength soar to the Realm capable of easily killing S-rank masters.

But also possessed a hidden identity, which was the terrifying urban legend murderer—"White Owl".

Furthermore, the target person might have already reached some secret cooperation agreement with the official Special Investigation Team, specifically targeting Utopia.

Thinking of this, the corners of Fang Cheng's mouth rose slightly, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

At that time, let's see how they would respond and what measures they would take in the face of these elaborately woven "truths".

Perhaps, taking advantage of this muddied water, he would also have the opportunity to further understand the truth behind his father's death back then...

Fang Cheng crossed the fingers of both hands and casually clenched his fists.

"Crack, crack—"

The crisp popping sound of joints echoed inside the quiet carriage.

The sense of excitement emanating from the depths of his bone marrow had not completely dissipated, and his body seemed still immersed in the hearty battle just now, unfinished and lingering.

If they refused to give up, ignored the threat of the Special Investigation Team, and dared to send people over to pester again.

Then he wouldn't mind using the identity of "White Owl" to continue a killing spree.

To thoroughly establish the murderer's reputation in the underground world, building a high wall with piles of white bones.

Warning all potential enemies never to easily provoke him, an ordinary office worker.

Otherwise, a murderer hiding in the dark would personally come knocking and tear you all to pieces.

The off-road vehicle steadily drove over a speed bump, the car body swaying slightly.

Fang Cheng temporarily suppressed the murderous thoughts and leaned back.

The back muscles sank into the soft seat sofa, and his gaze casually fell on the houses and fields outside the window shrouded in night.

Just at this moment.

The phone put back in the bag vibrated again, emitting a cheerful ringtone.

Looking at the three characters "Teacher Lin" jumping on the screen, the corners of Fang Cheng's originally cold and hard mouth unconsciously softened a bit.

He raised his hand to press the answer button and pressed the phone to his ear.

Lin Chuqiao's extremely anxious voice immediately came from the other side:

"Brother Cheng, are you okay?"

"I just saw a big explosion happen over at the East Suburb television tower, and there were tremors, is it... related to you?"

"Where are you now? I'm right at the highway exit near the East Suburb, I'll drive over to pick you up right away!"

She asked a long string in one breath like machine-gun fire, with almost no pause in the middle, and there was an obvious tremor in her voice.

Although Fang Cheng had solemnly instructed her not to get involved in this matter earlier, to avoid being dragged into unnecessary danger.

But this girl obviously still couldn't hold back, secretly guarding nearby all the time, paying attention to the movements here, afraid that some irreversible accident would happen.

"It's fine, no need to be nervous."

Fang Cheng changed his sitting posture, his voice so gentle that even Xiao Sa, who was Driving with Focus, couldn't help but steal a glance:

"It's just that when dealing with that black-clothed assassin, the commotion was a bit too big."

"I am already on my way back now, completely unharmed."

"Really? Don't lie to me!"

Lin Chuqiao's voice still exuded heavy doubt, obviously still not at ease:

"It was the same last time at Haoting Hotel; you said you were fine, but ended up covered in bruises from the explosion..."

"This time it's true, if you don't believe it, tomorrow when we meet, you can personally inspect my body."

Fang Cheng chuckled lightly, his tone carrying a bit of teasing.

"Hate it... Who wants to inspect you!"

A coquettish snort came from the other end of the phone, the tight string seemed to finally relax, and her tone became soft and tender again:

"Brother Cheng, I have special injury medicine in my car, the exact one I used for you back in Cui City, the effect is exceptionally good."

"I specially bought several bottles to keep at home, which can just be used for you."

Hearing this, Fang Cheng subconsciously wanted to decline.

After all, with his current Physique and recovery speed, that kind of ordinary external injury medicine couldn't come in handy at all.

Applying medicine was not as realistic as going home to eat more meat and replenish more True Qi.

But Lin Chuqiao was relentless, persistently insisting on meeting.

After all, the appearance of Fang Cheng covered in injuries last time had left too deep a psychological shadow on her.

And the explosive intensity this time was even worse than before.

Fang Cheng's understatement sounded more like a cover-up to comfort her.

"All right."

Fang Cheng shook his head helplessly, but a trace of warmth surged through his heart.

He then reported the address of the Midnight Forest Bar, agreeing to meet up there.

Lin Chuqiao then gave up, gave a few more detailed and nagging reminders to be safe, and then reluctantly hung up the phone.

Fang Cheng threw the phone aside and turned to look out the car window.

At this time, the off-road vehicle had driven into the edge of the urban area.

In the distant city center, the lights of ten thousand homes were as brilliant as stars.

The neon lights of high-rise buildings reflected on the car window glass, flowing with colorful radiance.

It was as if it were two worlds compared to the unfinished building filled with smoke and death just moments ago.

Fang Cheng looked at that patch of warm-colored lights, his eyes deep and flashing with a slight glow.

This peaceful and warm life was indeed worth protecting with all his strength.

Even if it meant turning into an Asura walking in the darkness.