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Chapter 298 The Federation! ? Nothing at all (Seeking monthly votes!!)

Liu San didn't know what a hero was.

Since I was in my twenties, I have avenged my parents who were forced to their deaths back in my hometown.

He snapped the corrupt official's neck with one hand.

He then began his life on the run.

Like a mouse being chased by a hound, relying on various shady channels, hiding here and there, it finally plunged headlong into this mirage.

City of injustice.

It's been almost twenty years.

In this steel behemoth where rules are twisted and darkness breeds, he has seen far too many different kinds of people.

There was a butcher who took pleasure in killing, dismembering his enemies with maniacal laughter.

There are perverts who are obsessed with all kinds of extreme desires and act without any bottom line.

There are scientists who are sinister and cunning, manipulating people's hearts and treating others as experimental subjects.

There are also all sorts of freaks with bizarre and incomprehensible hobbies.
The lowest limits of human nature are repeatedly pushed here.

The only thing I haven't seen is a hero.

The kind of being who, in stories and in federal propaganda posters, single-handedly turns the tide and saves the day.

In Liu San's mind, there was a hero outside the city of injustice.

It's either a lie to whitewash the truth, or someone like him, driven to the brink, with no choice but to turn his knife on the weaker or his own kind.

A true hero.

It probably only exists in children's bedtime stories.

However, at this moment, watching the young figure dragging Zhao Kui, the leader of the Blood Wolf Gang, step by step out of the smoke and dust of the explosion, one could see...

Liu San actually had that feeling in his heart.

Just now, the Green Dragon Gang's offensive was almost suppressed by the Blood Wolf Gang's fierce counterattack. The rabble they had hired began to shrink back, and even Liu San felt despair.

It was Su Yu, the newcomer who had only joined the company a day ago.

Just when everyone thought he had been cleaved in two by Zhao Kui's desperate strike, he miraculously survived.

And in an even more domineering way, he completely crushed that arrogant second-tier mid-stage Grandmaster.

This isn't a question of whether it's strong or not.

Liu San had met many powerful individuals.

The City of Injustice is teeming with genius martial arts masters.

He had also caught a glimpse of it from afar.

Their power is like a mountain that inspires fear and awe.

But the feeling Su Yu gave him at this moment
Different.

That figure stood before the chaos and defeat, like a shield suddenly erected.

It's like someone struggling to survive in a dark swamp suddenly seeing a ray of light, seeing someone standing at the forefront, holding up the collapsing sky.

This feeling.

It should be similar to meeting a hero.

Fang Qingyu's figure was not particularly tall, and even somewhat thin.

The white shirt was torn in several places, stained with dust and glaring bloodstains, and a trace of blood still clung to the corner of his mouth.

His steps were steady, and his eyes were frighteningly calm.

It was as if he had just casually tossed away a piece of trash.

Yet it was this calm demeanor.

Instead, it possesses an aura that makes people afraid to look directly at it.

"Pfft!"

Zhao Kui's limp body was casually tossed by Su Yu onto the carpet in front of the Blood Wolf Gang members.

A dull sound rang out.

This startled Liu San, bringing him back to his senses instantly.

He immediately took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, channeling all his strength into his throat.

Following closely behind Su Yu's casual remark.

He unleashed the loudest roar of his life:
"Did you hear me?! Surrender and you'll be spared!!!"

The roar was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, instantly sweeping through the entire casino hall with the ecstatic joy of surviving a catastrophe.

"Surrender! You can live!!!"

"Put down your weapons!!"

"Put them all down, you fucking bastards!!"

Chu Kuanglan reacted the fastest, his burly body suddenly turning around, his copper bell-like eyes wide open, his large, fan-like hands waving, and his thunderous voice immediately joining in, leading the core members of the Azure Dragon Gang behind him, who were also intimidated by Su Yu and whose blood was now boiling, to roar in unison.

A tremendous roar echoed through the empty casino.

The Blood Wolf Gang's twenty-odd thugs were ashen-faced.

Look at Zhao Kui, the leader, lying on the ground, his fate unknown.

Look at the dark mass of enemies at the entrance, their imposing presence overwhelming.

Then look at the young man standing at the very front, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his calm eyes sending chills down their spines.
"Bang!"

A knife fell onto the thick carpet with a dull thud.

A skinny Blood Wolf Gang member, his hands trembling, was the first to throw down his weapon, kneel down with a thud, and clutch his head.

Once the first one is established, it's like toppling the first domino.

Clang. Clang.

The sounds of weapons hitting the ground echoed one after another.

"Do not kill me."

"I surrender!"

"I voted too!"

Desperate pleas and cries of surrender instantly replaced the previous ferocity.

The remaining Blood Wolf Gang members, as if their spines had been removed, dropped their weapons, some kneeling, some squatting, completely devoid of any fighting spirit.

"Quick! Get them! Tie them all up! Tie them all up, fucking!!"

Liu San's heart was pounding, his adrenaline was still surging, and his voice was so excited that it became distorted.

He frantically directed his gang members behind him to step forward and tie up the person.

This was the first time he had directed such a large-scale surrender ceremony. His movements appeared somewhat clumsy and chaotic, and his face showed a mixture of ecstatic joy, nervousness, and an unbelievable excitement.

He practically scrambled to Fang Qingyu's side, his eyes filled with concern and lingering fear.

His voice was filled with unprecedented respect and urgency: "Brother Yu! How are you? Are you badly injured?! Let me see you quickly!"

The way he addressed Su Yu as "Brother" had naturally changed to "Brother Yu".

This wasn't entirely due to the difference in strength, but also because of the invisible pressure and sense of conviction brought about by Su Yu's overwhelming momentum as he dragged Zhao Kui out at the end.

Fang Qingyu raised his head, his face somewhat pale, but his eyes remained calm.

He shook his head, his voice hoarse with exhaustion: "It's nothing, just a little internal tremor, I'll be fine after a bit of breathing."

Then, his gaze swept over Zhao Kui, who was tied up on the ground, and looked at Liu San, his tone carrying a hint of confirmation: "So, this counts as getting the first credit, right?"

Upon hearing this, Liu San nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice, so excited that he almost spat out his saliva: "Of course! Absolutely! Brother Yu, you deserve the greatest credit! The greatest credit of all! Brother Su Kuang taking down seven or eight of them by himself is definitely second best!"

He patted his chest, his voice resolute, "Don't worry! Although our Green Dragon Gang isn't big, we're the most disciplined! Whoever deserves the credit gets it. Anyone who dares to steal it or play dirty tricks will be the first to be chopped up! Nobody under Brother Meng's command will do anything like that!"

Chu Kuanglan, who was directing the men to tie up the last prisoner, grinned widely upon hearing Liu San's words, revealing two rows of white teeth. He jokingly urged everyone to hurry up and tie the ropes tighter, haha!

Soon, the casino was completely emptied.

Besides the more than twenty prisoners who were tied up like dumplings and stuffed into two dilapidated vans, Liu San immediately took out his old cell phone and roared to summon several empty, dilapidated trucks.

What followed was like a locust swarm passing through.

"Move it! Move it all out! Don't leave a single table or machine for those Blood Wolf cubs!"

"That chip box over there! And that slot machine! Yes, the one that looks the most expensive!"

"Safe! Get a crowbar! Pry it open for me!"

"Take all the drinks from the bar! They're all money!"

Liu San, as if injected with adrenaline, ran back and forth in the messy casino hall, his voice hoarse but extremely excited.

The ecstatic smile on his face hadn't disappeared since the moment Su Yu dragged Zhao Kui out.

He directed the members of the Green Dragon Gang to move like ants, almost stuffing the entire Du Cheng into the waiting truck.

"We've struck it rich! This is a fucking windfall!"

A member of the Green Dragon Gang is carrying a heavy slot machine component.

He was exhausted, but he couldn't stop smiling.

"With these readily available machines and these twenty-odd people, our Green Dragon Gang is about to take off!"

Another member of the gang was carrying two boxes of chips, his eyes gleaming.

As Liu San listened to his men's discussion, his grin widened even further.

Yes, Brother Meng has been planning this for so long, isn't this the day he's been waiting for?

With these spoils, they could immediately open a respectable casino.

And then Su Yu and his group joined.

It was like a divine intervention, allowing the plan to be completed ahead of schedule and so beautifully.

As the last truck, fully loaded with spoils, drove away from the casino's back street.

It was already past midnight.

Liu San led a large force, escorting prisoners, and drove around in vehicles.

They returned in a grand procession to the Green Dragon Gang's territory in the Gray Rock District.

Although it was late at night, the area near the Qinglong Gang's stronghold in the Gray Rock District was brightly lit and bustling with activity.

The door to the abandoned warehouse, which Lei Meng had secretly taken over long ago and was preparing to use as a future casino, was wide open, and several temporary high-powered searchlights illuminated the open space in front of the door as bright as day.

The members of the Green Dragon Gang were busily unloading the spoils they had brought from the casino and carrying them into the warehouse.

Fang Qingyu and the others did not participate in the moving; instead, they sat on the cement steps of a low building opposite the warehouse to rest.

They all had some dust and sweat on them.

Old Qin looked at the warehouse entrance, where Liu San was spinning back and forth like a top, giving orders. His voice was hoarse from excitement and shouting, and his face was filled with a mixture of ecstasy and almost pious enthusiasm. He couldn't help but chuckle and curse in a low voice, "These guys, why do they act like they've never won a battle in eight lifetimes? Look at Liu San's energy, his eyes are practically bulging out of their sockets."

Fang Qingyu looked at Liu San, who was so busy he barely had time to breathe, and his lips twitched slightly. He said with a hint of emotion, "He's probably been suffering for too long. It feels a bit unreal to suddenly turn his life around like this. He has to work hard to make sure it's not a dream."

at this time.

Several blinding headlights pierced the darkness of the street.

With a screeching sound of brakes, three ordinary cars rushed to the warehouse door like wild horses.

The tires made an unpleasant noise as they rubbed against the ground.

The car door opened with a bang.

Lei Meng and several other core members of the Green Dragon Gang jumped out of the car.

Lei Meng was still wearing his signature black silk training uniform.

However, his clothes were covered in mud and dust, and even had several obvious tears and dark red stains.

His face had several scratches, and his hair was disheveled.

He looked travel-worn and extremely disheveled, as if he had just crawled out of a garbage dump.

However, when his gaze swept over the brightly lit, bustling warehouse entrance and saw the items being moved inside, his tired eyes instantly lit up with wild joy. "Boss!!"

Liu San saw Lei Meng immediately and practically scrambled out of the warehouse.

He rushed up to Lei Meng.

Seeing the equally disheveled state of his boss and several high-ranking brothers, and recalling tonight's incredible victory, an indescribable emotion surged to Liu San's nose, his eyes instantly reddening, his voice trembling with obvious sobs and immense excitement: "Boss!!! We did it!!! We took the casino! We brought everything back! We even captured over twenty prisoners!!"

Lei Meng was taken aback by Liu San's sudden sobbing.

He then exchanged glances with several other high-ranking officials beside him, who were also dressed in tattered clothes and had injuries on their faces.

After a brief moment of surprise, the group burst into hearty, even somewhat manic laughter.
"Hahaha!!"

"Great! Well done!!"

"Third brother, what the hell are you crying for!"

Lei Meng slapped Liu San hard on the shoulder, almost making him stumble. His loud laughter, filled with the exhilaration of escaping death and the triumph of victory, roared, "You're such a grown man! Still pissing like a cat! Aren't you ashamed! A man should be like my name—fierce! Understand?! Just be fierce!"

Laughter echoed through the gray rock district late at night.

Lei Meng's gaze passed over Liu San, who was still sobbing with excitement, and landed precisely on Qin Hui and the others sitting on the opposite steps.

His smile grew even brighter, radiating undisguised appreciation and enthusiasm.

He strode over, extending his large, calloused, and muddy hands from afar:

"Brother Su! Haha! Brother Su! You guys are truly my lucky stars!! This battle was exhilarating! So damn exhilarating!!"

Qin Hui immediately stood up, a perfectly timed smile plastered on his face, and went to shake hands firmly with Lei Meng: "Brother Meng, you're too kind! It's all what we should do! Since our Su family has chosen to follow Brother Meng, we will naturally do our best! Only when the gang grows stronger can we all enjoy the good life, right?"

"Yes! That's so right!"

Lei Meng shook Qin Hui's hand vigorously, grinning from ear to ear.

He glanced around at Fang Qingyu and the others who had stood up, his gaze lingering particularly on Fang Qingyu and Chu Kuanglan for a few seconds. The smile on his face faded, replaced by a serious expression: "Brother Su, and all the Su family brothers, rest assured! I, Lei Meng, keep my word! You have all made great contributions this time, and I will definitely not treat you unfairly! The rewards and the territory you deserve, you will not be shortchanged by a single penny!"

His gaze finally settled on Fang Qingyu's face.

Looking at the young man whose face was still somewhat pale, a complex emotion flashed in Lei Meng's eyes.

There was concern, amazement, and undisguised admiration; it seemed he wanted to say something of concern or praise, but this Gray Rock gang leader, who was used to communicating with fists and profanities, was momentarily at a loss for words.

He opened his mouth, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally just reached out and patted Fang Qingyu's shoulder twice forcefully:

"Kid, well done! You've got a really bright future ahead of you!!"

Fang Qingyu heard these familiar words.
The corners of the mouth twitched.

After a night of excitement.

the next day.

It was also the morning of the third day after Fang Qingyu and the others arrived in the City of Injustice.

The first day was spent getting familiar with the Green Dragon Gang's territory.

I did some part-time work the next day.

On the third day in the early morning, he directly helped the Green Dragon Gang launch a major attack, which can be considered as doing quite a bit of work.

However, it has not yet aligned with their primary objectives.

So everyone sat around the only old, worn-out wooden table in the cramped living room.

"Alright, let's summarize the information we gathered last night."

Fang Qingyu sat in the main seat, his gaze calmly sweeping over everyone. "Let's start with the part-time jobs. Lao Qin, you go first."

Qin Hui rubbed his face and said, "I chatted a lot with a few other delivery guys who also work the night shift while we were squatting by the roadside smoking."

He paused, his expression turning serious. "They said that a lot of people have actually died in the city recently."

"At midnight, you can often see those well-sealed black trucks speeding along quiet streets. They drive very fast, and sometimes dark red liquid drips from the tires and the gaps in the cargo box, leaving intermittent traces on the road."

“Those traces will be cleaned up by professionals the next morning, but people who work night shifts, especially food delivery drivers, have seen them all the time.”

"They all say in private that the car was full of corpses!"

The living room was silent. This news confirmed previous suspicions of riots.

This is no small matter; it has already caused the deaths of a large number of superhumans, and someone is deliberately covering up the evidence.

"I also have some news on my end."

Lu Jiuyuan took over the conversation, his voice as steady as ever, "I focused on inquiring about the situation of the Bauhinia Society."

"The Bauhinia Society, as the official representative of the Federation in the City of Injustice, is a very powerful force."

"According to previously released information and some internal rumors, its leader is a peak third-tier apostle, whose strength ranks among the top ten apostles in the entire City of Injustice."

"Its core team consists of nearly a hundred third-tier Martial Saints or Apostles, and there are hundreds of second-tier members. It is a super force that is firmly among the top ten in the entire Mirage."

“However,” Lu Jiuyuan’s tone shifted, his brow furrowing slightly, “the Bauhinia Society’s behavior has been extremely abnormal in the past month. They have almost completely shut down all external communication channels, their headquarters are tightly closed, and all core members and armed forces have retreated to their headquarters fortress located in the core area of ​​the inner city, as if they have entered a state of martial law at the highest level.”

"No matter how their properties and territories were attacked, plundered, or even blatantly seized, the Bauhinia Society remained completely unresponsive. There were no reinforcements, no negotiations, and no warnings. It was as if... as if they had completely given up on them and retreated into complete hiding places. This was absolutely unimaginable before."

At this point, Lu Jiuyuan paused, his brows furrowing slightly as he said, "The most widespread rumor circulating outside right now is that the president of the Purple Thorn Society, that peak third-tier apostle, is very likely already dead."

"died?!"

Everyone gasped in unison.

This is big news.

Who killed him?
Why don't the people inside report to the federal government?

Was the disconnection from the federal government due to internal reasons, or was it due to external factors?

Fang Qingyu's eyes narrowed, and he memorized this crucial information.

Their purpose in coming here.

It was about gathering intelligence and suppressing riots.

The targets of the suppression were naturally the enemies of the Bauhinia Society.

However, before they could suppress the rebellion, they needed to gather intelligence and figure out what was going on before they could help.

Otherwise, what if it's the Bauhinia Society?
If something goes wrong internally, Fang Qingyu and the others will essentially be walking into a trap.

"Go on."

Fang Qingyu looked at the others.

However, the next person scratched their head, looking a little embarrassed.

For example, Chu Kuanglan and his group.

Last night, I made the most money besides Fang Qingyu.

However, no information or intelligence was gained.

Wei Banmeng spoke up: "I do have some news on my end, which came from gossip I heard from the head of my family's branch office in the City of Injustice."

"The authenticity remains to be verified, but it feels like it might be related to the recent turmoil."

She paused for a moment, then preemptively warned, "My family's company mainly deals in ordinary commodity trade here and has not been involved in the supernatural field, so our understanding of the supernatural class in the city is very limited. Just listen to what we hear."

All eyes immediately turned to her.

“I heard,” Wei Banmeng’s voice remained cold, “that the sixth-ranked martial saint on the list of the top ten martial saints of the City of Injustice recently perished.”

"The sixth of the Ten Martial Saints?!"

Everyone was shocked again.

The list of the Ten Martial Saints and Ten Apostles published by the City Lord's Mansion in the City of Injustice is the most authoritative symbol of the strength and status of the extraordinary individuals in the city. Those who can be listed are all top figures among the peak of the third tier.

The fall of the sixth-ranked Martial Saint was undoubtedly a major event that shook the entire city.

“Hmm.” Wei Banmeng nodded. “It is said that this sixth Martial Saint relied most on an extremely powerful divine weapon during his lifetime. It was with the power of this weapon that he was able to rise to the sixth position among the Ten Martial Saints with relatively less than top-tier strength. Now that he is dead, this divine weapon has become ownerless.”

She looked around at everyone and continued, "When the news spread, it naturally attracted the envy of countless people, all of whom wanted to possess this treasure."

"But the problem is that this sixth Martial Saint and the female apostle ranked tenth among the ten apostles are said to be old lovers of many years."

"This tenth apostle took over the divine-grade weapon immediately after the death of the sixth martial saint, and issued a stern warning that anyone who dared to covet this weapon would be her mortal enemy!"

Fang Qingyu was taken aback, then asked suspiciously, "Could this tenth apostle be the president of the Bauhinia Society?"

Wei Banmeng shook her head, very certain: "No. I specifically confirmed this with the people at the branch office."

"The president of the Bauhinia Society is ranked third on the Apostle List."

The clue seems to have been broken again.

Silence fell over the living room once again.

Only two pieces of information have been collected so far.

First, many people died in the city, so there must be a fierce battle taking place somewhere.

Secondly, the current situation of the Bauhinia Society is very strange.

As for this gossip...

There's no apparent connection at the moment.

After Wei Banmeng finished speaking, everyone's attention turned to Fang Qingyu.

Now only Fang Qingyu hasn't said anything.

Fang Qingyu nodded, meeting everyone's gaze: "I have found out who is targeting the Zijing Society, and they are the key targets we will be investigating next."

The bar counter in Section A of Crescent Moon Bar.

The deafening music became muffled behind the heavy soundproof doors, while the bar area was relatively quieter.

Under the warm yellow spotlight, Fang Qingyu skillfully shook the shaker, the ice cubes clinking together in a crisp rhythm.

The young female customer, wearing a deep V sequined dress, was lounging lazily on the bar counter.

Unconsciously, my fingertips traced the water droplets on the glass.

She poured herself another drink, her eyes already somewhat glazed over.

Ah, life.

She suddenly chuckled, a laugh heavy with drunkenness and a sense of world-weariness. "We should seize the day, otherwise, well, who knows, we might just die sometime without even realizing it."

Fang Qingyu pushed a freshly prepared cup of Long Island Iced Tea in front of her.

He wiped the bar counter with fluid movements, then looked up at her, a perfectly timed look of confusion on his face: "Why do you say that? I think that in the City of Injustice, as long as we ordinary people behave ourselves, we're pretty safe, right? At least it's safer than outside?"

The woman picked up her glass, took a large sip, and the icy liquid seemed to sober her up for a moment. She nodded, her tone carrying a strange certainty: "Of course it's safe. Right now, there's probably no safer tortoise shell in the entire world than this mirage."

She swirled her wine glass, the amber liquid reflecting the light. "But, handsome young man, have you ever thought about this?"

She leaned forward slightly, closer to Fang Qingyu, her breath reeking of alcohol as she breathed softly. Her voice was low and tinged with mockery: "How many times a year does this city have to open? How many supplies, how many people, how much junk have to be brought in? Just to keep it functioning like a normal city? And if I were to say, what if the outside world were to collapse? How long could this city floating on the icy sea hold on?"

Fang Qingyu paused slightly while wiping the cup, then revealed a gentle and optimistic smile: "No, it won't. The Federation is guarding the outside, there's the Great Wall defense line, and so many powerful superhumans, how could the world end?"

"The Federation? Ha!"

The woman laughed out loud as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world. A deep, undisguised disdain curled at the corners of her lips, and even the drunkenness in her eyes was somewhat dispelled by this intense mockery. "The Federation? What use are they?!"

Fang Qingyu's heart skipped a beat, and he perfectly feigned curiosity: "Sister, what do you mean by that? The Federation must be very powerful, right?"

Looking at Fang Qingyu's harmless face, the woman felt the alcohol surge again, and the dam of reason completely crumbled.

She glanced around to make sure no one else was nearby before moving closer, her voice low as a whisper, carrying a hint of ambiguity:
"What's the use? Absolutely useless! You know that Bauhinia Society in our city, right?"

Fang Qingyu pretended to try to recall, and after a few seconds nodded uncertainly: "Hmm, I think I've heard that it's a point set up here by the Federation outside?"

“Yes!” The woman’s tone was full of disdain. “I heard that the Federation sent some so-called strongest apostle over there to oversee things recently! Tsk tsk, sounds so impressive!”

"And what happened? Guess what? He hadn't been here long when I heard he was severely injured and now he doesn't dare to show his face at all, he's completely disappeared. Now Zijing is cowering like a turtle, he doesn't even dare to show his head."

Fang Qingyu looked incredulous upon hearing this.

"No way? Who beat him up so badly?"

Upon hearing this, the woman finally showed a hint of hesitation.

After a while, however, he still lay on the table, his eyes glazed over, and whispered.

"Who else could it be but the Heavenly Punishment Society?"

"You said the Federation sent its strongest apostle, and he was easily suppressed. How can things be any better outside?"

(End of this chapter)