As he pondered, Fang Cheng remembered Xu Hao, whom he hadn’t contacted for many days.
The Noah Organization has called many leader-level figures of the East Capital Branch for a conference. This guy, being a level six cadre, might have been summoned too, right?
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng’s mind stirred slightly, his consciousness withdrew, and he once again submerged into the Memory Palace.
Spiritual power, like an invisible probe, swiftly locked onto that familiar coordinate in the vast starry dome.
His consciousness quickly flew through layer upon layer of darkness, countless skyscrapers and neon lights flashed by in an instant.
The connection was quickly established, and the view switched in an instant.
A chaotic and noisy scene came into view.
It was a spacious conference room, but the people inside showed no awareness of a meeting.
Seven or eight men, looking like hoodlums, gathered in threes and twos.
Some sat with their legs crossed, loudly bragging and chatting, while others puffed on cigarettes, filling the room with smoke.
Some even gathered to play poker.
Without any windows opened, the air was filled with a mix of tobacco and boxed meal odors, making it exceptionally murky.
Chen Chen was not there.
Apparently, people of different levels or different systems were placed in different rooms.
As for Xu Hao, where Fang Cheng’s consciousness had descended.
At this moment, this guy was lazily slouched on a chair, holding a fashion magazine with a scantily clad female celebrity on the cover.
He was enjoying it immensely, occasionally revealing a lewd smile at the corner of his mouth.
Fang Cheng’s consciousness quietly gathered in his mind and called out:
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Xu Hao, immersed in beautiful fantasies, was startled by this sudden voice, shivering all over.
The magazine in his hand fell to the ground with a "snap," and he almost cried out on the spot.
Fang Cheng was speechless, just about to ask Xu Hao about the specific situation.
However, at the next second, his heart suddenly thumped.
A strong sense of warning rose without any sign from the depths of his consciousness.
He keenly sensed that just as he established the Spiritual Link with Xu Hao, an extremely obscure yet cold and piercing consciousness silently probed over, like a snake lurking in the dark.
It’s a Spiritual mutant!
The Spiritual Fire in his mind flickered violently, sending out a warning.
Fang Cheng felt a thrill in his heart and, without hesitation, compressed all his thoughts into the simplest message and transmitted it like lightning.
"You need to be careful. Someone is monitoring your mental state in real-time. From now on, do not contact the outside world indiscriminately to avoid exposing your identity. Take care of yourself!"
After saying this last sentence, he severed the Spiritual Link without hesitation, retracting his consciousness.
He came quickly and went quickly.
In the conference room, Xu Hao still wore a shocked expression, standing there dumbfounded with his mouth agape.
He could feel the boss’s presence disappearing without a trace, as if it never appeared.
Xu Hao scratched his head, completely bewildered.
Why did the boss suddenly contact him, say a few inexplicable words, and then disappear?
What on earth is going on?
On second thought, though, today’s meeting did feel strange in every way.
Station Chief Feng and that pretty boy Zhuo Feng had summoned around twenty leaders of cadet and peripheral forces from East Capital.
But during the meeting, they only talked about some insignificant nonsense.
Then, they threw out several important vacancies, including the directors of the Field Office and Medical Office.
They said several of the responsible parties had unfortunately died recently, so now they’re openly recruiting among other lower and mid-level cadres, which seemed normal.
But the hiring criteria were not based on capability but on so-called "loyalty."
To test this loyalty, they were required to enter a small dark room individually and swear allegiance to the "interviewer" inside.
More absurdly, before the final results came out, everyone had to stay in this building and could not leave privately.
At the entrance, there were even the most elite "Hunter" squads of the Noah Organization guarding it.
Xu Hao picked up the fashion magazine that had fallen to the ground, his gaze lingering on the sultry female celebrity on the page, but his mind was blank.
After waiting all afternoon, as dusk approached, he felt a bit on edge.
Now, after Fang Cheng’s reminder, a chill surged from his soles to the top of his skull.
He subconsciously raised his head, his gaze involuntarily drawn to the conference room corner, where a surveillance camera flickered with a faint red light.
Behind the camera, it seemed as if a pair of cold eyes were watching him quietly.