After hanging up the clothes, Fang Cheng picked up the broom in the corner of the yard and began to sweep the fallen leaves and dirt from the ground.
Amidst the rustling sound, his thoughts became increasingly clear.
If he chose to join the Special Search Team now, even with a big figure like Shi Chengyi as a protector, he would inevitably face many constraints.
The complex interpersonal relationships and the overt and covert struggles between factions could be glimpsed even from the few words exchanged between Shi Chengyi and Wei Zheng.
Following orders and taking on assignments from above were secondary.
To Fang Cheng, this was essentially no different from clocking in at a regular job.
Except the work was more dangerously stimulating.
Yet it could provide some rare real combat opportunities, which wasn't a bad thing for him.
The key was, during mission execution, to deal with certain formidable enemies, he could easily expose his true strength and trump cards.
