Chapter 783
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Chapter 783 Vice President Fang!
At 9:50 AM the next day, Fang Yu, disguised using Xuanran Qi, arrived at the North Capital Martial Arts Association building by taxi.
Zheng Ze, dressed in a suit and carrying a briefcase, was already waiting for Fang Yu at the outer courtyard entrance.
“Master Fang, you’ve arrived,” Zheng Ze greeted with a cupped-fist salute.
After the greeting, Zheng Ze took out an ID card from his briefcase.
This ID card contained information about name, position, and other details.
As Huaixu mentioned yesterday, Fang Yu’s current identity was Fang Chengtian, fifty-three years old, and like Zheng Ze, a disciple of Huaixu.
“Can we go in now?” Fang Yu asked.
“As long as you wear the ID card, you can enter,” Zheng Ze said.
So, Fang Yu and Zheng Ze pinned the ID cards to their chests and walked through the outer courtyard gate.
Compared to martial arts association buildings in other regions, although the North Capital Martial Arts Association was higher-ranked, its architectural style wasn’t as luxurious or modern as those in other regions.
From the outside, it looked like a classical building with a strong sense of historical heritage.
Fang Yu and Zheng Ze entered the main building together.
The guards on both sides saw the ID card on Fang Yu’s chest and immediately bowed respectfully, saying, “Greetings, Vice President Fang!”
Fang Yu nodded slightly and walked into the building.
At this moment, an elderly man with a small white beard on his chin approached with a smile.
“You must be Vice President Fang Chengtian, personally appointed by Master Huaixu?” The elderly man walked up to Fang Yu, extended his hand, and said, “I am Pan Yushan, one of the vice presidents here. From now on, we’ll be colleagues.”
Fang Yu smiled and shook hands with Pan Yushan.
Pan Yushan’s eyes flickered slightly as he quickly glanced at Fang Yu and Zheng Ze.
Meanwhile, Fang Yu was also sizing up Pan Yushan.
“There doesn’t seem to be anything unusual about his appearance, but as for his aura… I didn’t know him before, so I can’t tell if anything is off. First, I need to figure out how Dao Kong… or rather, the Half-Spirit Clan, controls these people,” Fang Yu thought.
Previously in Huaibei, Zhao Jidao had been controlled by the Half-Spirit Clan.
At that time, Fang Yu noticed he was being controlled by observing changes in Zhao Jidao’s aura before and after… but later, when Fang Yu released his divine consciousness and entered Zhao Jidao’s soul, he found nothing unusual.
At that point, Fang Yu reached a conclusion.
The Half-Spirit Clan didn’t control people’s minds through their souls… they likely used some form of mental technique, similar to hypnosis… to manipulate people.
Regardless, detecting such control methods at a glance was extremely difficult.
To determine if Pan Yushan before him had any issues, he could only observe his words, actions, and subtle behaviors.
“Vice President Fang, how is Master Huaixu’s health recently?” Pan Yushan asked.
“Not bad. Killing seventh or eighth-grade beasts with his bare hands is no problem for him,” Fang Yu replied.
“…Haha, Vice President Fang has quite a sense of humor.” Pan Yushan paused briefly, then laughed heartily. “Let’s not just stand here. I’ll take you upstairs to your private office.”
People on the first floor bowed and greeted Pan Yushan and Fang Yu as they passed.
Soon, Fang Yu and Zheng Ze followed Pan Yushan up the wooden staircase to the sixth floor.
“Colleagues from other regions envy the North Capital Martial Arts Association and always want to transfer here… but they don’t realize that our building is much more modest than theirs! We don’t even have an elevator,” Pan Yushan shook his head and smiled.
“Why not install an elevator?” Fang Yu asked.
Pan Yushan turned to look at Fang Yu and said, “This is a rule set by your teacher, Master Huaixu.”
“He believed our martial arts association should maintain a simple style…”
“As a result, we’ve indeed maintained a simple style, but other regions don’t care about such things.”
Fang Yu remained silent, just listening.
Zheng Ze followed behind, head lowered, also not speaking.
After a while, Pan Yushan led Fang Yu to a room at the end of the corridor and opened the door.
The room was spacious, with bookshelves, a desk, tea table, and sofa… all made of redwood.
“This is your private office, Vice President Fang. You’ll work here from now on. I’m right across from you, hehe…” Pan Yushan stroked his white beard and smiled.
“I heard there are four vice presidents here. Where are the other three?” Fang Yu asked.
“They’re all busy people. You’ll meet them later at the meeting,” Pan Yushan said.
“Very well, thank you for showing me around, Vice President Pan,” Fang Yu said with a slight bow.
“Let’s not be too formal. I see you’re much younger than me… why don’t we address each other as brothers from now on?” Pan Yushan suggested with a smile.
“Of course, Brother Pan,” Fang Yu smiled.
“Hahaha, good. I’ll see you later then, Brother Fang. Take some time to familiarize yourself with the environment. The specifics of your work will be explained at the meeting.” With that, Pan Yushan left the office with a smile.
Fang Yu glanced at Zheng Ze, who immediately stepped forward and closed the door.
“What do you think?” Fang Yu transmitted through divine consciousness to Zheng Ze.
Zheng Ze shook his head and replied, “Master, forgive my dullness, but I couldn’t detect anything unusual.”
“You’re not dull. I couldn’t see anything either,” Fang Yu smiled. “By the way, did Huaixu give us a time limit?”
“No… but Master said it would be best to resolve this quickly…” Zheng Ze answered.
Fang Yu sat down in the chair at the desk and said, “While we’re investigating them, they’re surely investigating us in secret. No need to rush. Someone will definitely slip up at the upcoming meeting.”
Fang Yu wasn’t anxious at all.
In his view, he only needed to find one controlled person to expose everyone who had been infiltrated within the North Capital Martial Arts Association.
…
An hour later, at exactly 11 AM.
Fang Yu and Zheng Ze arrived at the meeting room on the seventh floor.
Four people were seated around the conference table.
One was Pan Yushan, and the other three were presumably the other vice presidents.
Fang Yu glanced at the ID cards on their chests to learn their names.
“This is our new colleague, Fang Chengtian, a disciple of Master Huaixu!” Pan Yushan stood up first to introduce Fang Yu to the other three vice presidents.
The three had different reactions.
A bald elderly man sitting opposite, who was looking down at a document, raised his head to glance at Fang Yu, then lowered it again to continue reading.
According to his ID card, this elderly man was named Fu Sheng.
The vice president named Luo Hao, sitting next to Pan Yushan, stood up, nodded with a smile at Fang Yu, and said, “Hello, Vice President Fang, I’m Luo Hao.”
The youngest-looking vice president sat at the far end of the conference table, continuously looking down at his phone without even glancing at Fang Yu.
His name was Du Teng.
Each vice president had an assistant standing behind them, except for Du Teng.
Fang Yu smiled slightly at Luo Hao, glanced at the other two, said nothing, and sat down casually.
Zheng Ze stood behind Fang Yu.
“President Wang is in seclusion, but he should emerge soon. You’ll meet him then,” Pan Yushan said.
Fang Yu nodded.
“Good, now let’s officially begin the meeting,” Pan Yushan said.
Upon hearing this, Du Teng, who had been looking down at his phone, finally looked up.
At that moment, Fang Yu was observing Du Teng.
Their gazes met in midair.
Du Teng’s eyes carried an indifferent coldness.
Compared to the other three elderly men, his face looked much younger.
“Just a few days ago, something happened in North Capital that you’ve probably all heard about,” Pan Yushan said. “The Tang family, a secular family, wanted to arrange a marriage alliance with the Lu family, a martial arts family.”
Hearing this, Fang Yu’s interest was piqued, and he looked toward Pan Yushan.
“This matter originally didn’t concern us, but a series of events that followed… have become problematic,” Pan Yushan stroked his white beard and said. “The Lu family suddenly announced the cancellation of the marriage and severed all ties with the Tang family… That night, Tang Cong, who was at North Capital First Hospital and was the groom in this marriage… was assassinated. Rescue efforts failed, and he died that night.”
