Xu Hao heard the word "sect," and his eyes widened instantly, his face filled with unbelievable excitement.
This was the first time he'd heard Fang Cheng personally acknowledge that there was a greater force behind him.
Boss, you finally admitted it!
He was overjoyed, as if he could already see a bright future where he escaped Noah Organization's control and completely resolved his mental illness, his confidence soaring in an instant.
In Xu Hao's excited, somewhat incoherent farewell, Fang Cheng quietly left the bar, merging into the darkness.
It was deep into the night, and the city's bustle had long faded.
Only the street lights cast long shadows on the road, and occasionally, cars speeding by broke the silence.
Fang Cheng passed through an alley, walking on the sidewalk.
Recalling Xu Hao's eagerness to kneel in worship, patting his chest and promising to recruit more "kindred spirits" for the "sect," a slight smile appeared on Fang Cheng's lips.
