The dark hall, two figures standing opposite each other.
A golden orb radiated a warm and pure light.
Fang Cheng stood under the light orb, speaking earnestly.
Like a monk who has seen through the worldly life, or as if introducing his condition to a doctor.
The corner of Cheng Jiashu’s mouth twitched again.
Vegetarian? Cultivating oneself?
You’re telling me this, someone who can slaughter over two hundred gang members with bare hands?
This excuse is utterly ridiculous to the extreme.
Yet, it perfectly fits Fang Cheng’s "mental patient" persona in his mind.
After all, the thought process of a mental patient can’t be judged with common sense.
"Smiling Demon, your proposal is indeed quite good."
Fang Cheng looked at Cheng Jiashu’s expression, who was struggling to hold back his retort, and remarked with a hint of regret:
"But no can do, my biggest flaw is that my emotions are volatile, easy to lose control, and I could suddenly go on a murder spree." This content belongs to novel✦fire.net
He spread his hands, making a helpless gesture.
"You see, I even struggle with normal social interactions, hiding in a dark room all day. How can I participate in such intense and bloody battles?"
"What if midway through my self-cultivation, my old sickness recurs, and I go on a killing spree, wiping out the Special Search Team too? That would be terrible, wouldn’t it? Wouldn’t it harm you and that Chief Gao?"
He tilted his head slightly, his eyes sincere as if stating an obvious fact:
"So, let’s wait until my mental state improves, when I can face others calmly, and then we’ll discuss cooperation."
Cheng Jiashu was choked by these words, unable to speak for a long time.
He opened his mouth but eventually gave up trying to persuade further.
He too had his pride.
Repeated invitations, even willing to lower his posture, yet the other party used such absurd reasons to brush him off.
Originally, this was a mutually beneficial good thing.
Since he refused with such ridiculous excuses, so be it.
Convincing Fang Cheng was merely to gain a powerful ally, to increase the odds of success.
Without his addition, the action could still proceed as planned smoothly.
Cheng Jiashu took a deep breath, trying to regain calmness, and once again, that trademark smile appeared on his face:
"Since Brother Fang Cheng is determined to devote himself to cultivation, I won’t disturb you any further.
"Wishing you to reach the state of a tranquil mind soon, freeing yourself from suffering, and saving all sentient beings."
He said a few perfunctory words and then turned to take his leave.
"Been a while, not staying to chat a bit more?"
Fang Cheng’s voice timely came behind him, seemingly trying to retain an old friend:
"By the way, when will you be taking action?"
"Though I can’t be there, I can cheer you on and pray that Buddha ensures your safety and that you soon bring the Noah Organization to justice."
Cheng Jiashu’s footsteps paused for a moment, not turning back:
"The Special Search Team sent word that action might be taken as soon as this weekend."
"Dealing with such a powerful enemy like Noah requires a lot of preparatory work. I can’t live as leisurely as you, having time to be vegetarian and chant Buddha."
His tone carried a hint of sarcasm as he waved his hand.
He then took steps toward the door of light from where he came.
Fang Cheng didn’t continue to hold him back, just stood there quietly, his gaze deep, watching his back.
However, just as Cheng Jiashu was about to step into the door of light.
He suddenly stopped again, turned around, facing Fang Cheng.
"Oh, and one more thing."
Cheng Jiashu’s tone became unprecedentedly serious.
The eerie green light flickered on him, making his expression in the dark appear blurred and solemn, like it was veiled by a layer of gauze.
"I have a request, if... I mean, if by April 13th, I haven’t contacted you again. I hope you can take care of someone for me."
Fang Cheng looked at him, saying nothing.
"You don’t need to watch her every day."
Cheng Jiashu continued, his tone slowing down as if pondering over his words.
"Just need to check on her safety once a month. If she encounters any difficulty, within your power, help her resolve it."
Then, he raised a finger, stating his price:
"As compensation, I can pay you a hundred million in advance, and the duration of this commission is fifty years, meaning you only need to take care of her for fifty years."
A hundred million, fifty years, just to look after one person.
This sounded somewhat off, more like a deathbed entrustment than a transaction.
Fang Cheng’s brow slightly moved, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
What kind of person could make this psychopath killer so earnest, even willing to spend a huge fortune as a commission?
"You’ll be informed when the time comes."
Cheng Jiashu smiled mysteriously.
The smile, under the green light, appeared somewhat blurred, carrying an indescribable meaning.
Fang Cheng was silent for a moment.
His mind flashed back to the past years with Cheng Jiashu.
Their first unexpected meeting on a rainy night.
Numerous subsequent meetings in chatrooms, acquiring much knowledge from him.
And, using him to substitute his "White Owl" identity...
After pondering for a moment, Fang Cheng raised his eyes to look at Cheng Jiashu, and spoke:
"Do you trust me like that? I am a murderer who can lose control and go mad at any time..."
Upon hearing this, Cheng Jiashu’s lips curved into a deeper smile.
"Precisely because you’re a madman, that’s why you’re worth trusting and entrusting."