Jiang Cheng had never expected the Crimson Plan not only to avoid being shelved, but to still be in use by the Night Watch. It seemed they had been planning for their so-called new world for a very, very long time.
The new generation of Crimson, the notorious powerhouses of the older generation, the Night Watch's own reserves, and the Old President's bus—over the years, the power the Night Watch had accumulated had become terrifying.
And under certain extreme conditions, it gave them an asymmetric advantage over the massive machinery of the state. These people would never choose to fight head-on. They would only hide in the shadows, with the lives of innocent people in cities across the country as their bargaining chips.
Jiang Cheng gradually gathered his thoughts. There was something more important he needed to confirm. "What do you know about the haunted building on Spring God Lake?"
From their earlier conversation, Jiang Cheng had more or less guessed the identity of the mysterious person Shao Tong had mentioned. It had to be the current president of the Night Watch.
Wu had once met that president because of Qian Mowen's matter, but they hadn't fought in the end. After he returned, Wu hadn't said much about it. But from what Jiang Cheng knew of him, Wu was quite wary of the president's strength. Otherwise, he would definitely have kept him there.
The series of events at Mount Xixieming also supported Jiang Cheng's guess. Though Wu had invaded the dream created by the current president, he had paid a terrible price.
This time, Shao Tong loosened his shoulders and reined in his emotions. His gaze was calm as he looked at Jiang Cheng. "Jiang Cheng, let's speak plainly. I do know some things, and I can tell you clearly