MTLNOVEL Chapter 324
Inside the lounge.
The two intentionally lowered their voices, sneakily discussing how to continue deceiving the Special Search Team.
Fang Cheng suddenly remembered something and specifically instructed Xu Hao:
"Also, if they ask about your relationship with Cheng Jiashu, adamantly insist you don't know him."
"If you're really pressed, just say you feel there's a faint familiarity about him, but can't recall exactly who he is."
Though Xu Hao was still a bit muddled, not quite understanding Fang Cheng's deeper intentions with this move.
He still nodded vigorously, committing every word Fang Cheng said to memory.
"Got it, Brother Cheng!"
After saying this, Fang Cheng didn't speak further, instructing:
"Alright, go prepare some food for me."
Xu Hao immediately agreed heartily, patting his chest and saying:
"Don't worry Brother Cheng, just say what you want to eat, this meal is on me!"
Fang Cheng pondered slightly, then ordered:
"Hmm... let's start with twenty beef buns, twenty egg-filled pancakes, and five bottles of 1-liter pure milk."
"That'll be it for now, just something to tide me over."
"Pfft—"
Xu Hao nearly coughed up blood, his mouth wide open enough to fit a casserole.
Twenty buns? Twenty egg pancakes? And five liters of milk?
This is called "just a bit"? This is called "something to tide over"?
He looked at Fang Cheng's fit yet not overly sturdy body, thinking you don't seem that heavy.
Couldn't possibly imagine how to cram so much food into one's stomach.
Could it be that your stomach has a built-in compression feature?
Despite grumbling inwardly, he still hurriedly nodded in agreement and dashed downstairs to get everything ready.
Watching Xu Hao leave, the lounge returned to quiet.
Fang Cheng took a deep breath, twisted his neck, and walked back to the window to continue his unfinished morning workout.
This time, he hooked his right middle finger through the anti-theft grid and started a new set of pull-ups.
His movements were still precise and rhythmical, muscles working together like a chain, like a tireless precision machine.
The scenes from last night's operation quickly replayed in his mind.
After dealing with Chen Rui and another level 7 official, Fang Cheng drove to the next target.
Using the siren to clear the way and showing his Special Search Team officer credentials, he successfully avoided several police blockades on his way to Wenchuan District.
What followed was even cleaner and more efficient.
Using the cover of a rainy night, Fang Cheng ambushed a Noah Organization hideout nearby, successfully hunting down another level 7 official, along with clearing out many Noah Organization minnows.
Having killed so many people, he was covered in a strong scent of blood, making it inconvenient to go straight home, lest he cause unnecessary worry and panic for his mother.
Thus, he thought of Xu Hao's "Midnight Forest" bar and borrowed the VIP lounge on the second floor, took a satisfying shower, and then slept for a few hours.
The excuse to his mother was simple.
He said a good colleague fell apart over a breakup, cried to death, and got drunk.
He needed to stay overnight to take care of them, lest his friend do something rash.
This kind of heartfelt reason is something his mother typically wouldn't doubt.
As for the police car "borrowed" from the patrol officers, after carefully wiping away any potential fingerprints and traces, he casually parked it at a remote roadside.
Presumably, it wouldn't be long before the police themselves would retrieve it using the car's built-in tracking system.
After completing 100 pull-ups with his right middle finger, Fang Cheng's gaze remained calm as he switched to hooking the window grid with his left middle finger.
Continuing to exercise the muscles on the other side, his thoughts didn't break, still quietly plotting.
Last night's hunting plan was generally executed smoothly, fairly matching expectations.
At the slaughterhouse crime scene, he intentionally left some "Smiling Demon" trademark traces.
These clues should be enough to stir up new waves within the Noah Organization, leading them to further believe their previous judgment.
They would firmly conclude Cheng Jiashu is the real culprit and pursue this wrong path to the end.
Meanwhile, through Xu Hao, who relayed information about "White Owl" to the Special Search Team, they would understand Noah Organization's real target.
They would realize this dangerous element once tracked is not an enemy but a friend on some level, no longer focusing tightly on it.
In this way, both the Noah Organization and the Special Search Team would shift their suspicious gaze away from him, a "nobody."
They would turn their focus to Cheng Jiashu—a more distinct figure with clearer evidence pointing at him as the "murderer."
This strategy was akin to killing two birds with one stone.
Fang Cheng himself could smoothly withdraw from the increasingly tense center of the whirlpool.
Next, he could hide in the shadows, watching the dragons and tigers battle from a spectator's standpoint, at his leisure.
Even in subsequent actions, acting under the name "White Owl" would become more convenient and covert.
As for Cheng Jiashu...
Let him quietly be a fine gentleman, and bear the label of "murderer."
On this note, I must say.
The guy was originally a bona fide serial perverted assassin...
Thinking of this, the corner of Fang Cheng's mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.
That hat suits him perfectly.
If Cheng Jiashu is smart enough, maybe he can use the misunderstanding brought by the Special Search Team's lack of information and assume the identity of being the enemy of Noah Organization, namely the "White Owl."