With this in mind, Fang Chenyi reached for his phone again.

When in doubt, consult Baidu. Fang Chenyi was very good about this; he would never pretend to know something he didn’t.

He skillfully opened Baidu and typed in "Anime Character Skill ’Illusion Technique: Celestial Gods’."

The next moment, a description of the technique appeared on the screen.

After reading through the long description, Fang Chenyi grew ecstatic. ’Holy crap! I’ve really hit the jackpot this time!’

Fang Chenyi summarized the description of Illusion Technique: Celestial Gods: it could be used to manipulate people at will without their knowledge, permanently altering their very will. It was hailed as the strongest Illusion Technique in the Naruto World.

In an instant, Fang Chenyi thought of a use for it: to "brainwash" his subordinates.

Of course, "brainwash" might not be the right word, but Fang Chenyi had already made up his mind. He would visit each of his overseas corporations one by one and instill a sense of loyalty to him and the group in every person in charge. That would solve everything.

As for his people in the country, Fang Chenyi decided against it. As long as no one betrayed him, he wouldn’t use this on ’his own people’.

’Looks like the system’s rewards aren’t random after all,’ he thought. ’I was just worrying about the massive talent shortage, and now it gives me a skill like this. With this, I won’t have to worry about not having anyone I can use.’

Feeling the system’s thoughtful service, Fang Chenyi was still very excited.

After reveling in his excitement for a while, he went back to collecting.

He was busy for some time, and before he knew it, it was already midnight.

Fang Chenyi was interrupted by a call from his little sister.

"Brother, where are you? Why aren’t you back yet? Didn’t you say you were coming back tonight?"

The barrage of questions made Fang Chenyi raise his wrist to check the time. Seeing how late it was and glancing at the pile of junk he had almost finished collecting, he told her over the phone that he’d be right up and hung up.

When he got upstairs and opened the door, he saw Qi Xiaotian standing by the entrance, while his little sister was sitting on two large suitcases, waiting for him.

Seeing Fang Chenyi return, his sister pouted and grumbled at him:

"Brother, what were you doing? We were supposed to leave at midnight. Look what time it is now! Ugh, if I’d known, I would’ve slept a little longer."

As she spoke, the girl let out a huge yawn.

Fang Chenyi couldn’t exactly explain what he had been doing, so he could only offer an apologetic smile and say:

"Haha, you little sleepyhead. Come on, you can sleep on the plane."

With that, he walked over, and he and Qi Xiaotian each grabbed one of his sister’s large suitcases, preparing to head for the door.

But just then, Fang Jinjin suddenly called out to Fang Chenyi:

"Wait, Brother! Did you forget something?"

Fang Chenyi turned around, looking at her with a puzzled expression.

"Huh? Forgot something? No, I just have this small bag."

He held up the leather bag in his hand, showing he had nothing else.

But his sister just pouted again and pointed a finger toward Fang Chenyi’s room:

"Don’t you still have a roasted camel in there? Aren’t you going to bring some back for sister-in-law and Mom to try?"

Fang Chenyi was speechless. He thought he’d forgotten something important, but it turned out she was talking about the roasted camel.

He rolled his eyes in exasperation.

"Tch, I think you’re the one who’s craving it, you little glutton. We don’t need that one. I’ve already had a few sent to the cruise ship."

Seeing his sister about to say more, Fang Chenyi teased with a smile:

"Alright, alright. If you eat something so greasy this late at night, you’ll turn into a little piggy."

Hearing her brother’s words, Fang Jinjin made a face at him and shook her little fist, then followed Fang Chenyi out of the room, looking back every few steps.

Once outside, Fang Jinjin looked at the closed door, sighed helplessly to herself, and patted her flat little stomach, grumbling inwardly:

’Sigh, my poor little tummy. It’s not that I don’t want to feed you delicious things, but who asked you to have such a mean brother...’

When they exited the building, Demo Did was already waiting for them at the entrance.

"Haha, Boss, you’re out! Come on, I’ll take you to the airport."

Fang Chenyi didn’t say much. He just nodded, and after the luggage was stowed, he got into the car.

Once everyone was in, the driver started the car.

The building and its surrounding complex covered a massive area, so it took the car about five minutes just to leave the property.

The moment the car left the building’s premises, in a dark corner illuminated by the moonlight, a Black man grinned, revealing a row of pearly white teeth. He then pulled out a phone and made a call.

"They’re out."

After saying those two words, the man hung up and his figure quickly vanished into the night.

The car sped along, and in less than half an hour, it had stopped inside the airport.

Thanks to Demo Did, the car bypassed all security checks and drove directly onto the airfield, parking right beside Fang Chenyi’s private jet, the Chen Meng.

After getting out of the car, he saw a tanker truck refueling the Chen Meng.

Seeing them, Old Char hurried over to greet them.

"Oh, my dear Boss, you’re quite early! More than ten minutes ahead of schedule."

After speaking, he deftly took the luggage from Fang Chenyi’s hands.

Fang Chenyi raised his hand to check his watch and saw that, just as Old Char said, he was a full thirteen minutes earlier than the appointed time.

This was mainly because traffic was light at night, allowing the Lamborghini minivan to reach its true speed.

Fang Chenyi glanced at the refueling truck and saw a Black man in work clothes and a hat, his back to them, fueling the plane.

For some reason, ever since arriving here, Fang Chenyi had a feeling that something was wrong. He frowned and thought about it for a long while but couldn’t put his finger on what it was.

He scanned his surroundings again but found nothing out of the ordinary. Only then did he say goodbye to Demo Did and lead his sister directly into the aircraft cabin.

After Fang Chenyi boarded the plane, Old Char walked back to the refueling tanker.

Seeing that the refueling was complete, he smiled, paid for the fuel, and, ever the gentleman, thanked the worker before turning to board the plane.

The refueling worker waited until Char had turned away. Then, his eyes, which had been smiling so hard they’d narrowed to slits, revealed a flash of hatred.

He quickly packed up his things on the truck, then got in, stepped on the gas, and drove the tanker away.

He didn’t stop until he reached a deserted corner. After checking that there were no people or cameras around, he reached into the back seat and strenuously dragged out a dead body, a man wearing nothing but a pair of shorts.

After dumping it in the corner, he got back into the tanker, hit the gas, and headed for one of the airport exits.

Meanwhile, aboard the plane, Fang Chenyi went directly to the cockpit. He looked around and saw that everyone was acting normally, so he turned and went back to the main cabin.

Since no other flights were scheduled to take off at this time, Fang Chenyi’s Chen Meng proceeded directly to the runway.

With a tremendous roar from its engines, the Chen Meng rapidly ascended into the night sky.

Sitting in his seat, Fang Chenyi closed his eyes and thought, his brow furrowed.

About half an hour passed. As time went on, the feeling that something was wrong didn’t disappear; instead, it grew even stronger.

Just as Fang Chenyi couldn’t help but open his eyes, Qi Xiaotian, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly spoke up:

"Brother Fang, I feel like something’s wrong."