403: Chapter 402 The Tip of the Iceberg of the Organization

Ning Hao turned around, and standing before him was none other than the cold man who had saved him not long ago.

The man didn't speak, saying indifferently, "Follow me."

As he spoke, he turned and walked into the dark corridor.

Ning Hao hurriedly followed.

The two passed through the corridor and arrived at a lively place. Neon lights overhead flashed with colorful brilliance, young men and women twisted their bodies, wantonly releasing their energy, and the music was deafening.

This was a nightclub.

The cold man did not stop, leading Ning Hao across the edge of the dance floor to a door that only staff could enter. He gestured to the waiter standing at the door, then pushed the door open and entered.

Ning Hao followed, frowning.

Inside the door was a staircase leading upwards.

The cold man went all the way up, arrived at the second floor, stood outside a door, and signaled for Ning Hao to push it open.

Ning Hao pushed the door open and entered.

The scene he had imagined did not appear.

Inside the door, there were no ambushing strongmen, nor was he hooded immediately upon entering. It was merely a place resembling a gym, with a small boxing ring placed in the center of the hall, where two men were currently sparring.

Ning Hao took one glance and realized something was wrong.

These two men's moves didn't look like a boxing match; it was more like a life-or-death struggle. Every move was aimed at the opponent's most vulnerable spots, and their speed far exceeded any boxer Ning Hao had ever seen.

The cold man didn't speak, just pointed to the very back.

Ning Hao had no choice but to withdraw his gaze from the ring and walk in the direction the cold man indicated.

Pushing open another door, the furnishings inside were much simpler. It was just a normal office, with a few tables placed in the center of the room and several wooden bookcases standing against the wall. Aside from that, there was nothing else.

The cold man sat behind the desk, looking somewhat like a mature boss.

"It took you a bit longer to find this place than I imagined."

"I needed to avoid cameras and the police," Ning Hao replied.

"Unnecessary."

The cold man said coldly, "The human skin mask you are wearing is an important technical crystallization of the organization. Even if others come to check it in person, unless they already know how to wear it, there won't be any flaws."

"I was discovered."

Ning Hao's voice was flat.

"That's impossible."

The cold man said coldly.

"It is a fact."

Ning Hao lowered his head, recalling what happened that day. A Drone descended from the sky in front of him, and then everything went off track.

"I think the police have a way to find me, even if I wear a mask."

Ning Hao pointed to his own face, "This thing is no longer safe."

The cold man's eyes flickered slightly. He did not answer immediately. After thinking for a while, he said, "If there were a problem with the mask, you would have already been surrounded by police on your way here."

"This point is also very strange to me."

Ning Hao said, frowning.

He was a technician and an architect. To be honest, he understood surveillance and such better than anyone. It was even possible that the software used for surveillance was an architecture he had overseen building; the principles were very clear to him.

But precisely because of this, he couldn't understand why that Drone could lock onto him, but the surveillance could not.

Could it be that these two were not the same system?

Or was there some change here that he didn't know about?

Ning Hao felt a vague sense of unease. He always felt that Hanzhong City was gradually becoming dangerous. Just staying here gave him a feeling of trepidation.

In fact, this feeling was not wrong.

Both times he was caught, the location was in Hanzhong City.

If it weren't for his good luck, the best outcome for him now might just be imprisonment.

"We will investigate the matter of the mask thoroughly."

The cold man turned his gaze to Ning Hao and said, "Now, we need to talk about you."

Ning Hao's heart skipped a beat. He tried to stay calm and said, "Ask away."

The cold man said indifferently, "I have nothing to ask you. I don't care where you came from, nor do I care why you want to join the organization, and I won't even care if you are a spy for the Huaxia government. I only want to know..."

The cold man looked at Ning Hao: "Do you want to become stronger?"

"Become stronger?"

Ning Hao was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?"

"Literally."

The cold man stood up, took off his black trench coat, revealing an extremely slender figure, and said indifferently, "Shedding the mortal body and moving towards the direction of the gods—that is becoming stronger."

"Shedding the mortal body and approaching the gods?"

Ning Hao frowned. The more he came into contact with the organization, the more he felt that these people's mental state was not quite right; they were more like a group of fanatical religious zealots.

Just as he was about to say something, Ning Hao's pupils suddenly constricted.

He saw that the cold man, who had just been standing in front of him, had somehow arrived in front of the cabinet placed in the corner and punched out!

"Bang!"

Wood shattered, wood chips flew, and the originally intact cabinet was actually broken into two halves by the cold man directly!

Calmly retracting his arm, the cold man rubbed his wrist and said indifferently, "This is strength."

Ning Hao swallowed, and the words he had just wanted to say were forced back into his stomach.

"You can also possess this kind of power."

The cold man looked at Ning Hao and said calmly, "I am not that trash who only strengthens the Brain Domain. What I can give you will only be more."

"Strengthen... the Brain Domain?"

Ning Hao narrowed his eyes slightly: "Is this ability of yours strengthened through some method?"

The cold man nodded: "You have purchased the organization's 'secret sand'. You should know its power, and secret sand is just an insignificant failed product."

A failed product?

That thing, which could erase a living body from the world leaving not a trace, was actually just a failed product in the mouth of the cold man?

What should the successful product be then?

After the shock, Ning Hao quickly calmed down.

"How can I obtain this ability?"

Ning Hao pointed to the shattered cabinet and asked, "Or even... something stronger than this power?"

The cold man smiled. This was the first time Ning Hao had seen him show an expression since entering this place.

Returning to his seat, the cold man pulled open the drawer and took out an exquisite small box.

The box opened, and a small glass vial was taken out by the cold man and placed on the desk.

Ning Hao looked at that glass vial; the dark red liquid inside seemed to have magic, deeply attracting his gaze.

"This is..."

"First-order gene enhancement serum."

The cold man's indifferent voice came: "Embrace the Alpha God, and it will be yours."

"Alpha... God?"

Ning Hao looked at that vial of serum; every pore of his body seemed to be exuding desire. This was an indescribable craving; it seemed that this thing in front of him was the nectar his body had been waiting for for so long.

Drink it, drink it.

A voice kept echoing in his mind, urging him to make a decision immediately.

Ning Hao barely lifted his head to meet the cold man's eyes, which held a mocking smile.

Lowering his head, Ning Hao's voice returned to flatness:

"I will serve by the Alpha God's side."