Fang Cheng walked out of the darkness and came to the window.
The raindrops pounded densely against the glass, blurring the scene outside, but unable to block his sharp gaze.
Inside and outside the courtyard walls, gunshots, shouts, and sirens wove together into a chaotic symphony.
Everything proceeded like a pre-rehearsed script, methodically advancing.
Fang Cheng's gaze roved, satisfied as he watched this drama he had orchestrated unfold.
This performance not only lured the Noah Organization into the trap but also successfully probed Cheng Jiashu's trump card.
More importantly, it paved the way for his upcoming actions.
At this thought, Fang Cheng released his fingers, glancing at the miniature voice changer in his palm.
This inconspicuous little gadget was crafted by Bai Ling, the master of disguise in the Professor's team.
After learning from his uncle that Bai Ling had returned to East Capital, through introductions, Fang Cheng visited her this afternoon.
