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The spacious room was a mess, with cement bags, light steel keel and other building materials scattered around.

All non-load-bearing walls have been demolished, and the three originally separate residential units on the same floor have been completely connected.

Standing at the entrance and looking inside, the space is surprisingly bright and spacious, almost endless.

Several workers were standing on A-frame ladders, craning their necks to secure the central air conditioning ducts at the top.

The ear-piercing sound of metal cutting was mixed with sparks from welding, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

The project manager of the renovation company was wearing a hard hat and checking details with the foreman while holding the construction drawings.

Turning her head, she saw Fang Cheng enter the room, her eyes lit up, and she quickly tucked the blueprints under her arm and jogged over to greet him.

"Boss, you have time to come and inspect our work today?"

He was joking, and his attitude seemed very enthusiastic.

After all, Fang Cheng's budget far exceeded the market price, and all payments were settled quickly.

Encountering a client who is not short of money is like meeting a living saint in the industry.

He wanted to be on-site every day, personally arrange the work process, and check the construction quality to ensure that everything was perfect and without any mistakes.

"Manager Wu."

Fang Cheng nodded slightly to him, took the remaining bag of high-end fruit from Su Xiaoyong, and casually handed it over:

"It's hot, so I'm sharing this with everyone to quench their thirst."

"Oh, thank you for your consideration, boss!"

Manager Wu was flattered and accepted the bag, thanking him repeatedly.

Then he turned around and shouted at the top of his lungs at the workers inside:

"Everyone, stop what you're doing for a moment! The boss is treating us to fruit today, so come over and take a break."

Several cutting machines stopped operating one after another.

The workers wiped the sweat from their brows with towels, climbed down the A-frame ladder, grinned at Fang Cheng, and shouted:

"Thank you, boss."

Fang Cheng waited for Manager Wu to finish distributing the fruit to the workers before returning to the topic at hand:
How is the construction progressing now?

He calculated in his mind that it had been almost a week since the work started.

Upon hearing this, Manager Wu quickly swallowed the fruit in his mouth, straightened up, and reported:

"Don't worry, boss, we work very hard. The waterproof coating on the exterior of the entire building is now one-third complete, and we should be able to remove half of the scaffolding on the exterior walls in another two weeks."

He flipped open the blueprints under his arm and pointed to the pipeline markings on them, continuing:
"Next, we will inspect and renovate the drainage pipes. This work will take about a month. The main trouble is that we have to go door-to-door to coordinate the water outage time with the downstairs residents who have not yet moved out, and replace the pipes with thicker, silent ones."

"As for the demolition process for your large apartment, it will be completely finished today."

"The electrician will come tomorrow to start laying the concealed wiring for the whole house smart system, and at the same time, he will also lay the base pipes for the fresh air system and underfloor heating. After the masons come to level the floor, we will do two more coats of flexible waterproofing."

Manager Wu patted his chest, his tone confident:
"For the subsequent renovation and reconstruction project, in accordance with your requirements, all materials used will be the highest-grade environmentally friendly materials available on the market, with guaranteed quality and quantity."

Fang Cheng nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the completely transformed open space, and then he spoke up to give a few more instructions on construction safety.

While nodding in response, Manager Wu took the opportunity to pull out his measuring tape and made minor adjustments to several parts of the room's design, comparing and consulting with the measurements on the spot.

The two discussed the blueprints for a while and finalized the plan.

Once the deal was settled, Manager Wu tactfully put away the measuring tape and turned to continue supervising the workers.

Fang Cheng stopped disturbing their work and led his mother to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, which were not yet closed.

The original glass windows, along with the entire wall, have been smashed, leaving only a large cement hole.

Although it looks simple, the view is extremely open, offering a panoramic view of the entire Old Factory Street.

"mom."

Fang Cheng raised his hand and pointed to the champagne-colored car downstairs, its surface gleaming in the sunlight:

“That Bentley down there is one I just picked up from the dealership today. I bought it specifically for you as a car to get around in.”

Li Biyun followed her son's finger and looked down.

She was stunned at first, but when she saw the large, heavy luxury car, her eyes widened and her hands waved frantically, as if she had been electrocuted.
"What nonsense are you spouting, kid! Buying me such an expensive car? I don't even know what a steering wheel looks like, how am I supposed to drive it?"

"Besides, I only drive around Wanghu Town and here all day long, at most going to the vegetable market to buy some vegetables. If I drive this kind of car, people will think I'm crazy."

"Get a refund quickly, don't waste your money!"

As she spoke, she stomped her feet in frustration, even wanting to drag Fang Cheng to the 4S store to return the car immediately.

Fang Cheng was not surprised by his mother's resistance.

He turned around, placed his hands on his mother's slightly thin shoulders, and spoke in a gentle yet reassuring tone:
"Mom, we've already bought the car and registered it, there's no reason to return it. Besides, it's okay that you don't have a driver's license, I've arranged a driver for you."

He turned his head and glanced at Su Xiaoyong, who was standing quietly waiting not far away:

"Xiaoyong, come here and greet your aunt."

Upon hearing this, Su Xiaoyong immediately strode forward, stood ramrod straight, gave a slight bow, and spoke in a loud voice:
"Hello, Auntie! My name is Su Xiaoyong. From now on, I'll take care of your safety and driving duties. Just let me know whenever you want to go anywhere!"

Li Biyun was startled by the scene and nervously rubbed the corner of her clothes:
"This...this is too much trouble, we'd have to hire someone specifically for this..."

"Mom, let me hear you out first."

Fang Cheng timely interrupted her concerns, bringing out the reason he had prepared beforehand:

“I’ve invested a lot of money in the renovation of this apartment building, but I also have to work at the sanatorium, so I really don’t have time to take care of it. I’m counting on you to keep an eye on the construction site.”

“These days, you have to run back and forth every day. Taking the bus or a taxi is both inconvenient and tiring. Now that you have a private car to pick you up, you can lie down and take a nap on the way.”

At this point, Fang Cheng's tone turned serious, his relaxed expression vanished, and he looked at his mother earnestly:

"And the most important point is that as Xu Sanduo and I expand our business, it's inevitable that competitors will become envious, and it may even attract criminals who want to make money."

"You know the antique industry is murky and full of shady dealings. There's no guarantee that someone won't resort to underhanded tactics to target my family behind my back."

“Xiao Yong used to serve in the special forces and he’s very skilled. With him by your side, I feel at ease even when I’m busy outside, and I don’t have to worry about your safety all the time.”

Upon hearing the last half-sentence, the conflicted feelings of "feeling sorry for the money" and "being too flamboyant" on Li Biyun's face instantly froze.

She always habitually compromises when it comes to her son's safety and career.

Li Biyun took a deep look at Su Xiaoyong, who was sturdy and had a resolute gaze, then looked at Fang Cheng, and finally sighed helplessly:

"Alright, since you've made all the arrangements, Mom will listen to you."

She paused, but couldn't help muttering a few words softly:
"But this money is being spent... sigh, you'll have plenty of other expenses in the future, so don't always think about me, try to be more frugal."

Fang Cheng looked at his mother's face, which showed a hint of heartache but also undisguised relief, and smiled in response, casually brushing a bit of white dust off her shoulder.

In front of the wide, glassless window opening, fine dust particles danced in the sunlight.

Su Xiaoyong stood quietly a few steps away, watching the mother and son bathed in light and shadow, and a strange feeling welled up in his heart.

Having lost both parents at a young age and accustomed to fighting on the battlefield, he had witnessed too much life and death.

After a life of wandering and hardship, his deepest longing was to be able to integrate into a real family and find a stable place for his soul to rest.

Since the president's founding principles of the Illuminati coincided with his own ideals, he was given such a place to belong.

From now on, all he needs to do is safeguard the peace and tranquility before him for the chairman and protect this family from all the shady troubles.

That's enough. The sound of the drill, which had paused for a moment, resumed and filled the entire floor once again.

However, the noisy and chaotic environment around him seemed less jarring in the face of his longing for a new life.

....................................

The capital city at night is like a labyrinth of desire.

The expansive floor-to-ceiling windows offer an unobstructed view of the dazzling nightscape.

The LED screens embedded in the exterior walls of skyscrapers flicker and project a mesmerizing halo into the dimly lit interiors.

Colorful neon lights pierced through the glass, slowly drifting across the floor covered with a thick handmade cashmere carpet, adding a touch of ambiguous atmosphere.

The air conditioning was blasting in this luxurious suite on the top floor of a landmark building in the city center.

The giant crystal chandelier hanging in the center of the ceiling was not powered on; only a few dim wall lamps illuminated the surrounding area.

Heavy breathing and sounds of entanglement could be heard from the large, soft European-style bed.

The silk sheets were piled haphazardly at the foot of the bed.

A muscular man is pinning a blonde, blue-eyed woman down.

The woman's fair arms were wrapped around the man's neck, and she let out muffled moans.

The air was filled with the scent of expensive perfume mixed with sweat.

The two people on the large bed were still immersed in the afterglow of their desire, neither of them noticing the strange change taking place in the corner of the suite.

The air near the floor-to-ceiling window suddenly rippled like a stone thrown into a calm lake.

The city's neon lights, which were originally reflected on the carpet, were now strangely distorted.

A wisp of white mist appeared out of nowhere, as if it were alive, and slowly gathered along the ground.

A few seconds later, a tall and slender white silhouette gradually emerged from the mist.

This figure resembled a ghost from legends, appearing at midnight and wandering the human world.

The soles of the shoes made no sound when they stepped on the cashmere carpet, and even the slightest airflow around them was completely isolated by some special force field.

He took a step and quietly approached the large bed.

His right hand, hanging at his side, firmly gripped the hilt of a pure white samurai sword.

Press your thumb against the metal blade and push it forward.

A sharp, cold metal blade slid out from its scabbard.

Just then, a deep blue beam of light from an advertising advertisement flashed past the window.

The beam of light pierced through the glass and refracted onto the newly drawn blade, casting a sharp reflection in the dim room.

The reflection stung the man's pupils on the bed.

Danger!

The man's instinctive vigilance, honed from years of walking the line between life and death, instantly put his nerves on high alert.

The muscles in the back contracted suddenly, and a large amount of adrenaline was secreted.

It's almost a conditioned reflex!
The man used his back and waist to push the blonde woman beneath him onto the other side of the bed with both hands.

Using this reaction force, the man pushed off the mattress with his legs and rolled rapidly to the side, trying to create distance and roll off the bed.

However, his explosive speed, which he was so proud of, seemed particularly clumsy in front of that white figure.

Before the man's back could even touch the floor, a katana had already sliced ​​through the dim light.

The sharp blade hovered steadily in front of his carotid artery, the cold metallic touch severing a single hair from his skin.

The man lay stiffly on the ground, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

In utter terror, his eyes widened as he stared at the blurry figure, and he blurted out:

"White Ghost!"

Upon hearing this address, the white figure standing by the bed stopped swinging his knife.

The mist surrounding him quickly dissipated, and the nano-coating for optical cloaking faded away, revealing his clear face.

He was wearing a pure white, high-tech tactical bodysuit, his muscles were smooth and full.

He wore a white, full-face metal mask, with only a narrow black one-way goggle visible around his eyes.

Beneath the mask, a cold, monotone electronic synthesized voice, processed by a voice changer, emanated from the speaker.

"Night Owl, it's been two months, and your strength has regressed instead of improved."

It was only then that the blonde woman, who had been pushed to the edge of the bed, suddenly realized what was happening.

She grabbed a sheet and roughly covered her chest, then let out a piercing scream as she looked at the masked figure wielding a long knife who had appeared out of nowhere beside the bed.

White Ghost slowly turned her head, her black goggles locking onto the woman huddled in a ball.

With a slight twist of his wrist, the blade of the katana shifted away from the owl's neck and towards the woman's face.

An intense, almost tangible, stench of blood instantly filled the entire room.

That's the terrifying sense of oppression that comes from being immersed in killing for a long time and reaping countless lives.

The blonde woman's scream was caught in her throat.

Her whole body trembled violently like a leaf, her teeth chattered, and the murderous intent completely drained her of the strength to roll off the bed and run away.

Upon seeing this, the owl's heart sank.

He knew all too well how perverted the man in front of him was.

The other party not only underwent special modifications, giving him physical abilities far exceeding those of ordinary people, but was also a madman who had lost normal emotions and was obsessed with killing.

He thought the White Ghost was going to kill him to silence him.

"Don't do it!"

Ignoring his naked body, the owl quickly raised his hands, his tone tinged with urgency and vulnerability:
"She's just a socialite, she doesn't know anything. Spare her life and don't make a big deal out of it."

White Ghost's wrist hovered in mid-air.

The gaze behind the goggles lingered on the woman's pale face for two seconds.

Then, he flipped his wrist, and the blade drew a cold white line through the air before precisely returning to the scabbard strapped to his back.

"roll."

The cold words were uttered from beneath the mask.

White Ghost didn't even glance at the woman again, his tone filled with extreme contempt:
"The blood of the weak will only taint my swordsmanship."

The blonde woman, feeling as if she had been granted a pardon, scrambled to her feet, grabbed her clothes from the floor, and stumbled out of the bedroom.

Soon, the sounds of frantic banging and doors slamming came from the outer hall.

The suite fell silent once more.

The owl exhaled a long breath, and its tense muscles gradually relaxed.

Looking at the man who had suddenly appeared in his room, a bitter smile tugged at the corner of his mouth:
"Commander, how did you find my way here?" (End of Chapter)