Xiao Shuai nodded vigorously again. Then he gathered his courage and asked the question that had been circling in his mind for a long time, the one he most wanted to know at this moment: "President, what is the name of our organization?" Fang Cheng heard this and fell into contemplation. He did indeed have a few names in mind, but had not yet finalized one. After a moment of thought, he asked: "Do you have pen and paper?" Xiao Shuai was momentarily stunned upon hearing this, then immediately took out a brand-new pen and a small notebook from his briefcase, and handed them over respectfully. Fang Cheng took the pen and opened the notebook. On the first page were several lines of crooked and misshapen large characters, with misplaced strokes that looked like a primary school student’s homework. You could vaguely tell they were notes Xiao Shuai took while studying business management. Despite his complaints, this guy’s attitude towards learning was fairly earnest. Fang Cheng’s mouth curled into an almost imperceptible smile as he turned to a blank page. He didn’t start writing immediately but held the pen above the paper, hovering for a moment. Xiao Shuai stood by, staring without blinking, even lightening his breath. Finally, the pen tip touched down. Fang Cheng first drew a perfect arc, forming a circle on the white paper. Xiao Shuai’s gaze followed the movement of the pen tip. Then, a structure resembling a lighthouse rose in the center of the circle, with vigorous and powerful lines. Next, Fang Cheng meticulously filled in the empty space around the lighthouse with ink, creating a profound background. In an instant, the lighthouse seemed to stand in boundless darkness, solitary and resolute. At this point, Fang Cheng did not stop. He moved the pen upwards and quickly drew a blazing torch at the top of the lighthouse. The flames surged, their outline like a sun bursting forth, shooting out numerous fierce rays of light. What shook Xiao Shuai’s mind the most was when Fang Cheng lightly sketched an eye within the sun’s core. The eye floated at the source of the light, calm and solemn, as if it saw through everything. Not only examining every corner illuminated by the light but also staring into the endless darkness where the light had not yet reached. When the last stroke was completed, the entire pattern appeared vividly on the paper. With profound darkness as the background, yet with searing brightness at its core. It created a strong visual impact of opposition and unity, as if it held some indescribable profound meaning. "President, this is..." Xiao Shuai was entranced, muttering to himself. "This is the symbol of our organization." Fang Cheng put down the pen, gazing at his creation, and announced with a calm yet powerful voice: "Our organization’s name is ’Illuminati.’" Xiao Shuai repeated the name over and over, his gaze falling once more on the drawing. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novelꞁire.net In his mind, countless realizations seemed to surge, as if grasping something important, yet not knowing what words to use to describe it. Fang Cheng seemed to understand his thoughts and decided to explain the core principles to the organization’s first official member. "The lighthouse symbolizes protection; the sun symbolizes strength. "We spread light to all things, disperse darkness, and that eye represents the will that perceives everything, overseeing all creatures." "This symbol represents our organizational mission: establishing order amidst chaotic darkness, using absolute strength to safeguard everything worth protecting." Fang Cheng’s voice was low and magnetic. Once enthusiastic, he decided to give this loyal subordinate some "ideological enlightenment." "We come from the darkness, yet transcend the darkness." "Everything is illusion, everything is permitted." "We walk in the dark, yet serve the light. In this world, you won’t find our traces, but we are everywhere..." This mission-filled declaration resonated like a heavy hammer, striking Xiao Shuai’s heart. He trembled with excitement, his cheeks flushed red. Although some words seemed obscure, he could clearly feel the grand ideals and broad vision contained within this organization! It was full of prestige! It certainly wasn’t something low-class entities like the Red Tiger Gang or Noah Organization could compare to. Amidst the excitement, he suddenly recalled that the president had previously taught him a Cultivation Technique called the "Great Sun Burning Body Technique." Could it be... that it’s related to this organization’s symbol? Xiao Shuai carefully remembered the visions that appeared in his mind during meditation. Wasn’t it a red-gold light emerging from the darkness? That light seemed like a lighthouse guiding the way, or like a rising sun illuminating the darkness. So, it was all connected from the beginning! "So, you need to understand something clearly." Fang Cheng watched his look of sudden realization and continued: "Our organization recruits ’Cleaners,’ not just simple assassins. During operations, do not kill the innocent, only target those heinous criminals." Xiao Shuai didn’t fully understand the distinction between "Cleaners" and assassins, but it didn’t prevent him from resolutely following orders. "Yes, President! I will firmly remember the organization’s mission!" Fang Cheng felt a bit thirsty after speaking, so he poured himself a glass of tea and drank it in one go. Looking at Xiao Shuai, who seemed like he was about to burst with excitement, he nodded in satisfaction: "Have you been practicing the Cultivation Technique I taught you last time?" "Yes, President, I’ve been practicing it daily and have never dared to slack off." Xiao Shuai answered carefully, given the instruction: "It’s just... sometimes I feel a bit dizzy, like something is spinning in my head." "That’s a normal phenomenon of spiritual power being overexerted, don’t worry about it." Fang Cheng eased his worries: "Practice as often as you can, once in the morning and once in the evening. It will be beneficial for your body." Following that, he patiently guided Xiao Shuai on specific issues arising during spiritual cultivation. Finally, he gave a few special reminders: "Remember, when meditating, you must be focused without distraction, only thinking about my image in your mind, as clearly as possible." "Once you see the vision of the sun or lighthouse, you’ll be considered an entry-level. The clearer and brighter this vision becomes, the more profound your cultivation." Fang Cheng held onto a thread of hope, eager to see Xiao Shuai continue cultivating with himself as the "Meditation Target." In addition to enhancing the phenomenon of "Spiritual Resonance," and providing him with purer Spiritual Energy, he wondered if there would be any other changes. Especially concerning potential unique benefits or negative effects on Xiao Shuai’s own spirit and body. Just as the two were engaged in discussing spiritual cultivation issues. A sudden commotion of noise and screams erupted outside the room. Fang Cheng heard it clearly; it came from downstairs. "Robbery! Don’t f***ing move, hand over everything valuable!" "Damn it, kneel if you don’t want to die; the gun in my hand doesn’t have eyes!" Then came a woman’s scream. "Black Bull, what the hell are you doing to that waitress?" "Heh heh, boss, just a moment, I want to snatch some color too!" "F***! Stop wasting time, hurry up and find the rich targets upstairs, we’ll be done if the cops come!" The crude cursing drifted from downstairs into the room with clarity. Fang Cheng frowned slightly; someone dared to rob a place like a teahouse in broad daylight? Xiao Shuai’s face momentarily flashed with tension. But seeing Fang Cheng still sitting there calmly, his anxious heart quickly settled down. With a master like the president here, what was there to fear about mere robbers? The room door was suddenly kicked open violently. A burly, dark-faced bald man burst in. His gaze swept across the room, landing on Xiao Shuai and the two large suitcases in front of him, his eyes immediately filled with greed. "Boss, come quick! The fat targets are here!" The bald man excitedly shouted towards the door.