"Find out about this as soon as possible."
Fang Cheng's tone left no room for doubt.
After all, knowing oneself and the enemy leads to a hundred battles without defeat; gathering more information about the enemy can only be beneficial.
"Sure, leave it to me!"
Xu Hao turned off the faucet and quickly patted his chest in assurance.
After partnering for this period, he wasn't as cautious or fearful towards the unfathomable man in front of him as he was initially.
Instead, there was a subtle feeling of... being in the same boat together.
They quickly rinsed off and dressed.
Fang Cheng stood in front of the mirror, looking at his bald head, shining under the bathroom light.
Upon closer inspection, the pores on his scalp were slightly raised, but the roots of his hair hadn't yet broken through the skin's barrier.
Touching it with fingers, there was a slight sandpaper-like friction.
