Hearing the opponent's words, Fang Cheng's gaze behind the mask shifted slightly.
He pretended to be calm, then sneered coldly:
"Looks like my reputation is pretty big, even you know about me."
"If I'm not mistaken, your Ideal Land and the Noah Organization are basically in cahoots, doing a lot of shady business behind the scenes."
"No wonder the Noah East Capital Branch was obliterated, the Special Search Team chased the remnants for over a month to no avail."
"Surely you were secretly providing shelter during all of this?"
Fang Cheng stood tall, eyes sharply scanning the opponent, deliberately posing as though he was in control of the situation.
Ghost Scythe did not respond, merely staring hard at the ghastly white Evil Ghost Mask, eyes filled with uncertainty and suspicion.
As a member of Ideal Land, how could he not know about the notorious figure who had recently become famous in East Capital, single-handedly overthrowing the Noah Branch?
