In the high-rise apartment, these words came through the intercom clearly. Xiao Shuai let out a long breath, a look of joy spreading across his face: "President, it was a success." Fang Cheng nodded, standing by the window, his gaze deeply fixed on the silver-gray skyscraper. Then he turned around, picked up an egg-filled pancake, and continued to eat it with milk, chewing heartily. Fang Cheng swiftly cleared away the remaining breakfast on the table like a storm sweeping leaves. Xiao Shuai quickly stuffed the remaining half of a bun into his mouth and swallowed it fast. He wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth and quietly asked for instructions: "President, what do we do now?" Fang Cheng uttered just one word, raising his head to finish the last carton of pure milk without leaving a drop. Then he sat on the sofa by the window, crossing his legs and leisurely putting one over the other. As if none of the previous events concerned him, he was merely an uninvolved observer. Seeing the president’s composure, not changing even at the brink of crisis, Xiao Shuai’s admiration grew within his heart. This kind of calm strategy, able to win thousands of miles away, was a demeanor of strength that Xiao Shuai feared he would never learn in his lifetime! However, even if he could imitate it by two or three points, using it against those Red Tiger Gang hooligans would be enough to earn their respect and prevent them from acting rashly. He dared not disturb him much, quietly cleaning up the table and packing the leftovers in a garbage bag. Then he found a spot to sit, continuing to monitor the outside through the window. Xiao Shuai did not realize that Fang Cheng’s mind was far more active than his outward appearance. The first step of the plan, also the simplest, was completed. Next, he was eager to see how Cui Xiuying would react. Fang Cheng was very curious. What earth-shattering secret was hidden within the Noah Organization that could arouse Chief Gao’s interest in pursuing it and necessitated its unveiling? At the same time, he was anticipating whether the "Smiling Demon" Cheng Jiashu, hidden in the shadows, would reveal any signs as a result. Time ticked by, minute by minute. Outside the window, the street was bustling with a continuous flow of cars and people. The sunlight transitioned from a sparse and gentle morning glow to a bright and glaring light, illuminating the apartment in a pale hue. During this time, Xiao Shuai went out for a patrol once and returned without any unusual reports. Approaching noon, he returned to the apartment with several bags of boxed lunches. The meal was quite lavish with fish and meat, and ample rice. There was even a case of mineral water personally delivered by the restaurant owner downstairs. Fang Cheng finished eating calmly, taking a few sips of water. He casually stretched a bit and then stood by the window, practicing Qigong with the stance. While digesting, he quietly refined his Inner Qi reserve. Shortly after lunch, Xiao Shuai took a short rest before heading out again, personally leading the patrol on the street to gather first-hand information. Fang Cheng had no intention of going out. He remained seated in the apartment, not idly inactive. Instead, using vision far exceeding an ordinary person’s, like a top sniper, he monitored every movement outside. Chapters first released on novel fire.net From the vantage point, the entire scene of the commercial street, with its people and establishments, became even clearer to his keen eyes. Every subtle anomaly, even a change in a passerby’s facial expression, or the news headline on a newspaper in a store, almost couldn’t escape his keen observation. Leveraging the "Eagle Eye Vision," Fang Cheng could easily peer through the curtain wall glass of dozens of floors in the Noah Building, observing the bustling figures in some offices with unclosed curtains. However, the pharmaceutical research department where Cui Xiuying was located evidently had extremely tight security measures. Many floors showed only cold walls and tightly shut blinds, with no clear sight of the internal situation. In the afternoon, it was cloudy, and the street continued to buzz with voices and a flow of vehicles. Fang Cheng sat quietly on the sofa, his gaze never leaving the window. Occasionally he would rise, take a few steps, and his sharp gaze swept over the hurried passersby, incessantly moving cars, and electric bikes. Sometimes, he would close his eyes, as if taking a brief nap. But his aura remained in a state of tense readiness. The fast-paced urban life outside the window, muted by the apartment’s soundproofing, was only a faint hum, like the background music of time flowing slowly. The sun gradually tilted westward, casting a golden twilight that blanketed the closely packed skyscrapers in a layer of dusk. Soon, the sunset had faded entirely, and night fell. The street lamps on both sides of the commercial street lit up one after another, outlining the city’s silhouette. Not far away, the Noah Building also lit up its exterior lights, appearing like a dazzling glass palace in the night. Inside the apartment, however, the lights were not turned on, and the figure standing by the window seemed to merge into the darkness. Fang Cheng drank the remaining mineral water, crushing the plastic bottle casually. Gazing silently at the bustling night scene outside the window, he murmured to himself: "Today is already the 13th, and neither Cheng Jiashu nor Chief Gao have made a move?" "What... are they waiting for?" An entire day passed, and nothing noteworthy occurred on either the side of the Noah Organization or "our camp." It was like a stone dropped into a deep pool without leaving a single ripple. This extreme quietness, on the contrary, only made one’s heart more uneasy. As time passed, the city’s night sky grew darker. The clouds gathered, seemingly ready to rain... Suddenly, Fang Cheng’s heart stirred, as if a switch had been turned on. Right then, a faint static noise came through the earpiece. Followed by Xiao Shuai’s voice, restrained with excitement.