Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups

Barely a few seconds of thought.

Fang Cheng lightly cleared his throat, then pretended not to know as he asked:

"For this operation, what task are you in charge of?"

"Me? I'm just on the outskirts, keeping watch, tidying up the place, dealing with any unexpected situations. Honestly, I'm just a handyman."

Xu Hao's tone carried a hint of self-deprecation.

Then, he tentatively asked:

"Boss, do we... need to do anything? Like, send a message to that Cheng Jiashu, so he's not easily caught?"

Fang Cheng's lips curved into a faint smile.

This Xu Hao has some perceptiveness, knowing to proactively ease my worries.

So he went with the flow and entrusted him with a task:

"You help me pass a message to Cheng Jiashu."

"Ah?!"

Xu Hao suddenly widened his eyes, exclaiming out loud.

Then, as if scalded, he hurriedly covered his mouth.

He looked troubled, internally lamenting:

"Boss, this... this is no joking matter!"

"Not to mention how I can contact him without the Noah Organization finding out, just having to get close to that perverse murderer gives me the creeps!"

Fang Cheng didn't keep up the joke, shifting his tone and asking:

"You should have some secret way of contacting the Special Search Team, right?"

Xu Hao's voice noticeably hesitated, with some stammering as he replied in his mind:

"This... occasionally there might be some... um..."

"I don't want to know about any shady dealings you have with them."

Fang Cheng interrupted his hemming and hawing, his tone becoming serious:

"As an undercover planted in Noah by the Special Search Team, your goal is also to tackle this organization. Now, you can pass the relevant intelligence about Noah's action tomorrow night to the Special Search Team's people."

"Boss, you mean..."

Xu Hao was taken aback, his voice filled with surprise and doubt.

"However, the content of the intelligence needs to be slightly modified."

Fang Cheng didn't elaborate much and continued instructing:

"Just say that because Noah Organization urgently lacks experimental materials, they're planning to target the children at Chenxi Home, intending to take them all away."

"Also, this intelligence cannot be immediately reported to the Special Search Team. You must wait until Cheng Jiashu appears at the orphanage, then seize the right moment to leak this information."

Xu Hao listened half-comprehendingly, not clear what Fang Cheng's real intentions were.

But he dared not ask more, only continually agreeing.

Then Fang Cheng carefully advised:

"Your primary task in this operation is to ensure your own safety."

"Under this premise, focus on finding out the specific abilities of those few Noah experts involved in this operation, as well as their residences, and the identities they use to mask themselves from the outside world. The more detailed this information, the better."

This is undoubtedly a daunting and dangerous task.

But Xu Hao knew he had no room to negotiate, and could only grit his teeth and agree:

"Yes, boss, I'll definitely try my best. But... with time so pressed, how do I deliver the intelligence to you then?"

"No need to rush to perfection."

Fang Cheng replied unhurriedly:

"First focus on identifying one of the leading high-order officials, investigate his background thoroughly."

"Once you obtain valuable intelligence, just repeatedly recite my name in your mind, then I will establish a spiritual link with you to connect."

After pausing briefly, Fang Cheng seemingly weighed the situation, then threw out a task reward that made Xu Hao's heart race.

"Once this operation successfully concludes, I'll arrange to meet with you and personally guide you in cultivating the high-level technique 'Great Sun Burning Body Technique'."

Xu Hao's eyes immediately lit up at this, as if infused with adrenaline, and he immediately responded earnestly:

"Understood, boss, promise to complete the task!"

After this exchange, the two ended their secret spiritual link.

The night was as dark as ink, enshrouding the silent Old Factory Street.

Occasionally, distant car horns or indistinct neighbor chatter echoed faintly in the quiet night sky.

In the bedroom, the curtains were tightly closed.

The desk lamp cast a pale yellow light, highlighting Fang Cheng's sharply defined profile.

Outside the door, the concerned voice of his mother, Li Biyun, called out:

"Chengcheng, it's past ten, are you still studying? How about I cook you a bowl of noodles to fill your stomach?"

Fang Cheng heard this, opened his eyes, and replied loudly:

"No need, mom, I'll sleep soon."

After speaking, he reached out and gently turned off the desk lamp.

Instantly, the room also plunged into deep darkness.

Shrouded in darkness, the corners of Fang Cheng's mouth slowly curled upward.

Now, he had given Cheng Jiashu two choices.

If Cheng Jiashu chooses to believe the warning on the note, recognizing the deadly trap waiting for him at the orphanage tomorrow, and opts to hide and not go to the orphanage.

Then, Fang Cheng could naturally proceed to the next plan, playing the role he and Cheng Jiashu both shared.

If, however, Cheng Jiashu still chooses to go to the orphanage despite everything, attempting to protect those children.

In that case, though things might get a bit tricky, it wouldn't be unmanageable.

He also had ways to further complicate the situation to his advantage.

Everything depends on which path Cheng Jiashu decides to take.

And no matter what choice he makes, Fang Cheng is confident he can steer this impending storm toward the most favorable direction for himself.