CHAPTER 472: CHAPTER 282: RACING SHOWDOWN, INHUMAN PHYSIQUE (PART 3)

They did not resist because they were fully aware of the terrifying power of the bald masked man in front of them, something they could never match.

But their tightly shut lips and stubborn eyes indicated that they would not easily yield.

Next to them, Xu Hao lay like a rag doll, still unconscious.

Fang Cheng squatted down, checked Xu Hao’s carotid artery and breathing, confirming that he had merely passed out and was not in life-threatening danger.

Then he stood up, his gaze as cold and sharp as an ice pick, fixating on the two men in jackets.

"What do you intend to do by taking him away?"

Fang Cheng’s voice was processed, low and hoarse, revealing no hint of age.

Zhou Liang gritted his teeth, endured the pain, turned his head away, and did not answer.

Ali also closed his eyes, adopting a stance of non-violent non-cooperation.

"Where is your lair?"

Fang Cheng asked again, his tone completely steady.

The two remained silent.

"Who or what is your organization investigating recently in the East Capital?"

The surroundings were utterly silent, responding only with a rustling sound.

That was the noise of the night wind blowing through the wild grass.

Looking at the two unyielding men, Fang Cheng’s lips curled into a cold smile under the mask:

"It seems that a little ’communication’ technique is needed for you two to understand how to cooperate."

As he spoke, he clasped his hands and cracked his knuckles loudly, ready to give these two stubborn guys a profound lesson.

An invisible pressure instantly spread out.

Just as he selected one whose body couldn’t stop trembling slightly, he caught sight of something seeming to fall out of his torn jacket pocket.

Fang Cheng’s gaze landed on it, taken aback for a moment.

He immediately bent down to pick it up. It was a dark blue hard card with a badge and text printed on it.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Liang and Ali’s faces changed simultaneously, showing signs of anxiety.

Fang Cheng looked at the contents of the credential.

Under the golden shield and blade badge, a line of bold black characters was prominently printed.

[Second-level Officer Zhou Liang, East City Detective Unit, Special Affairs Investigation Team].

Below it was an embossed stamp and serial number.

"Special Affairs Investigation Team..."

Fang Cheng whispered the name, his fingers pausing slightly, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He had originally suspected that the Noah Organization had planned the kidnapping of Xu Hao.

Therefore, he had tracked them all the way here, hoping to gather relevant information and ideally catch them all in one go.

Unexpectedly, he had once again encountered this legendary mysterious official entity.

With this thought, Fang Cheng suddenly raised his head and stared directly at the two of them:

"You’re not with Noah?"

These words left Zhou Liang and Ali completely dumbfounded.

The terrifyingly powerful masked man hunting them was actually asking if they were with Noah?

What on earth is going on? Is this an internal conflict within the Noah Organization? Or... something else?

For a moment, both of their minds were unable to process the situation.

Both sides fell into a strange silence, staring wide-eyed at each other.

The cold night wind blew over the muddy lowland, carrying a chilling sense of dread.

At that moment, a steady and chilling voice drifted into everyone’s ears with the wind:

"Friend, shouldn’t you explain why you attacked my colleagues?"

The voice was not loud, yet it carried an undeniable authority and penetration.

Zhou Liang and Ali suddenly looked up, their faces showing ecstatic relief:

"Chief Gao!"

Fang Cheng also swiftly looked up, his gaze following the direction of the voice.

All he saw was the darkness, like a thick curtain, being slowly pushed aside by an invisible and powerful presence.

A figure stood quietly atop the slope, like a sculpture, overlooking everything in the muddy lowland.

Even just a silhouette exuded a sense of heavy oppression akin to a mountain collapse.

The twisted and powerful lines, the abruptly rising angles, all silently signified an extraordinary reality.

That was definitely not the outline of a human being!