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“Oh, I don’t quite understand what you mean? Joseph.” Fang Cheng feigned ignorance.

“Fang, this CIA assassination attempt was indeed excessive, but the lives of nearly a thousand federal agents should appease your anger, right?” Joseph's voice, laced with helplessness and a hint of shock, came from the other end of the phone.

Indeed, Joseph was shocked. Fang Cheng's manipulation of the Pasa Islands wasn't exactly a secret to Joseph, but he didn't expect Fang Cheng's strength to be so formidable.

So powerful that it exceeded his expectations.

Is the CIA weak? Those who think so have almost all died before dawn. But in this clash, how many people did the CIA lose worldwide? According to Joseph's own channels, a full 786 people.

What kind of concept is this? Since the establishment of the American CIA, it has never suffered such a significant loss. The loss of personnel is not the most tragic; the key is that all of the CIA's deployments in China were almost completely destroyed.

This made the United States, which has always regarded China as a hypothetical enemy, feel uneasy. It had to resolve its conflict with Fang Cheng. After all, in everyone's eyes, Fang Cheng, although strong, was ultimately just a small-country warlord, not enough to affect the overall world situation.

It would be hardly worth it if antagonizing Fang Cheng caused turmoil in the world order.

Indeed, after this incident, they actually believed that Fang Cheng had the strength to influence the world order. This undoubtedly shows that Fang Cheng is no longer an unknown figure in their eyes.

After all, wiping out so many CIA members worldwide in one fell swoop had severely deterred them.

As for avenging these dead CIA members, the benefits gained were not proportional to the risks undertaken. As long as this matter wasn't made public knowledge, these realistic capitalists wouldn't care about a mere thousand lives.

“Joseph,” Fang Cheng said, seeing that Joseph wasn't beating around the bush and directly questioning him, “Is this how the people of your Rockefeller family treat their partners?”

“Fang, don’t be angry,” Joseph said with a rather helpless tone. “You need to know that the United States, like your China, is a vast country. Although our family has a huge influence in the United States, it doesn’t mean we can control everything. Can you understand this explanation?”

Hearing this, Fang Cheng was silent. In fact, he knew in his heart that the origin of this assassination was a decision made privately by a CIA division head. Not to mention Joseph, even the CIA's own higher-ups didn't know about it.

“Fang, you need to know, those guys are the kind of people who would even assassinate the President,” Joseph added, afraid that Fang Cheng wouldn't believe him.

“Alright, I can not pursue this matter, but I hope to receive compensation.”

“What compensation do you want?” Joseph was stunned.

“From now on, CIA personnel are not allowed to set foot in China. They make me feel unsafe, and I hope you can understand,” Fang Cheng slowly explained.

“Fang, this…”

Obviously, the request Fang Cheng made was difficult for Joseph.

“Joseph, if it were you, would you be willing to let a group of people who had tried to assassinate you surround you?” Fang Cheng asked rhetorically.

Joseph was silent for a long time, then slowly said, “Fang, I can help you talk to them, but I can't guarantee whether they will agree.”

“It’s nothing. If they dare to come again, I’ll just continue to clean them up,” Fang Cheng said, confident and unafraid.

Joseph heard this as if he hadn't heard it at all, and suddenly changed the subject, “Fang, besides this matter, there is another very important thing I came to you for this time.”

“What is it?” Fang Cheng was finally a little surprised this time. He didn't know why Joseph had such a solemn expression.

“I don’t know if you’ve heard of the Freemasons?”

“Freemasons?” Fang Cheng was silent. Of course, he had heard of this organization. Many famous people, capitalists, and politicians from all walks of life around the world are members of the Freemasons. This organization is mysterious and powerful.

They are called the behind-the-scenes manipulators of this world. Fang Cheng had actually investigated this mysterious organization through Yun Meng, but he gained almost nothing.

“That’s right, the Freemasons. We would like to invite you to join. I am your referrer.”

Hearing this, Fang Cheng was silent. After a long while, he asked, “Why do you suddenly want to invite me to join the Freemasons?”

“Because of strength.”

Through the holographic projection in front of him, Fang Cheng saw a look of arrogance on Joseph's face. This look was very similar to the expression Joseph showed when the two first met. Although Joseph tried to hide it at the time, Fang Cheng keenly felt this condescending attitude.

“Strength?”

“That’s right. All members of the Freemasons are elites from all walks of life around the world. In fact, we should have invited you to join as early as when Yuncheng Technology was established, but at that time, we couldn't contact you.”

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Hearing this, Fang Cheng thought of the time when he was indeed busy developing the Otherworld.

Later, when Fang Cheng looked for Joseph again, he didn't mention this matter. Perhaps Joseph felt at that time that whether Fang Cheng was qualified to join the Freemasons was still uncertain.

But after this incident, Joseph clearly realized Fang Cheng's hidden strength, capable of destroying the CIA's entire underground organization in China without being noticed, and according to intelligence, without any casualties on his own side.

This kind of strength, not to mention a consortium like Rockefeller, even a major world power has to take notice. You must know that Fang Cheng's opponents were not ordinary people without the power to resist, but professional agents who had undergone layers of selection.

Even so, Fang Cheng was still able to achieve such brilliant results. No intelligence organization in the world could do that.

“Fang, what do you think?”

“Are there any restrictions if I join you?” Fang Cheng was silent for a long time, then slowly asked.

“Fang,” Joseph said, smiling when he heard Fang Cheng's question, “All members of the Freemasons are equal. There are no restrictions. Although we have different divisions of labor, we all have a common ideal, for a better tomorrow for humanity.”

For some reason, hearing Joseph, this bloodthirsty capitalist, talk about a better tomorrow for humanity, Fang Cheng felt disgusted.

Fang Cheng was very clear about what these capitalists did during the Great Depression in the United States. For their own interests, not to mention the lives and deaths of ordinary people, the future and destiny of the country were not in their eyes.

In the eyes of these capitalists, the country is just an organization that serves them. Their own family is far more important than their country, let alone the ordinary people within the country.

Fang Cheng considered for a long time and said, “…”