Just as Chen Hongye himself said, he could easily abandon this body, find a new vessel, and disappear without a trace.
By then, I would completely lose this invaluable clue.
Moreover, from the start, Fang Cheng didnât have the intention to crush his opponent into ashes.
His primary goal in intervening in the Chen Family incident was always to pry out the information he desired from this old monsterâs mouth.
Whether it was about his uncleâs whereabouts, or the unexpectedly learned truth about his fatherâs death.
Precisely based on these considerations, Fang Cheng suppressed his urge to kill and proactively proposed the terms for negotiation.
After a moment of silence between them, the previously tense atmosphere seemed to alleviate slightly.
It appeared that Chen Hongye had sensed the dissipation of Fang Chengâs murderous intent, as his tense body also relaxed a bit.
After weighing the pros and cons in his heart, it seemed he understood, then cleared his throat and spoke:
"Come to think of it, this old man isnât without some aces up his sleeve."
Chen Hongye snorted coldly through his nose, trying to regain a bit of dignity after his previous embarrassment.
"I merely let you have one move since you are young and vigorous. If I truly employed all my means, who would win or lose remains uncertain!"
Then, he changed his tone, adopting the posture of a magnanimous elder:
"However, considering your discernible filial piety, this old man sees no need to squabble with you, a junior."
As he spoke, he shook his head and sighed deeply:
"Alright then, since you are so insistent about your father, we might as well consider this an acquaintance made through battle. Whatever you wish to know, as long as this old man is aware, I can tell you."
Chen Hongye feigned a graceful attitude, projecting a sense of generosity, as though he wasnât compromising, but rather bestowing a favor upon a younger generation.
Chen Xuâan listened anxiously on the side, yet dared not interject, only able to stomp his feet in secret.
Lin Chuqiao and the others turned their eyes toward Fang Cheng, awaiting his decision.
Fang Cheng paid no mind to Chen Hongyeâs boastful remarks, directly cutting to the chase:
"What was your relationship with my father? Why do you know him so well?"
"Speaking of it, your father and I, were in fact friends despite the age difference."
Chen Hongyeâs tone instantly softened, his face even breaking into a kindly smile.
As if the ruthless Evil Ghost from before was merely an illusion of the crowd.
"Back in the day, I admired Fang Shijie greatly. He was a bright talent, gifted and courageousâa rare good prospect."
"Alas, heaven is jealous of heroic genius..."
He sighed softly, full of regret:
"If he were still alive, seeing his sonâs achievements today, heâd surely be gratified."
Feigning sentiment, Chen Hongye then shifted the topic:
"By the way, may I know your esteemed name, young friend?"
"Weâre not quite familiar enough for that."
Fang Cheng replied with indifference: "Besides, shouldnât you introduce yourself first before asking for someone elseâs name?"
Chen Hongye laughed dryly but didnât get annoyed, instead extending an olive branch:
"Hehe, with your capabilities, young friend, you certainly qualify to join our organization as a core member. By then, weâd be family..."
Fang Cheng raised his brows slightly, keenly capturing the keyword.
"What organization?"
Chen Hongyeâs smile turned intriguing:
"You donât know? Itâs the organization your father once joined."
He deliberately paused, articulating each word slowly:
"Ideal Land."