As he pondered, Fang Cheng remembered Xu Hao, whom he hadn't contacted for many days.
The Noah Organization has called many leader-level figures of the East Capital Branch for a conference. This guy, being a level six cadre, might have been summoned too, right?
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's mind stirred slightly, his consciousness withdrew, and he once again submerged into the Memory Palace.
Spiritual power, like an invisible probe, swiftly locked onto that familiar coordinate in the vast starry dome.
His consciousness quickly flew through layer upon layer of darkness, countless skyscrapers and neon lights flashed by in an instant.
The connection was quickly established, and the view switched in an instant.
A chaotic and noisy scene came into view.
It was a spacious conference room, but the people inside showed no awareness of a meeting.
Seven or eight men, looking like hoodlums, gathered in threes and twos.
