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Chapter 310 Scarred Wolf, Nightclub Basement! (Please vote with monthly tickets!~)

Blood Wolf Gang Headquarters.

That thirteen-story building has now been transformed into a hellish battlefield.

From the lobby on the first floor to the corridor on the twelfth floor.

The air was thick with an overwhelming stench of blood.

Lei Meng's burly body was like a human chariot, leading the way.

Each swing of the thick-backed broadsword in his hand brought with it a piercing sound of air being cut and the muffled sound of bones shattering.

Where the blade flashed.

The Blood Wolf Gang's valiant thugs fell like straws, their severed limbs and crimson blood splattering on the walls and ground, leaving behind shocking graffiti.

"Those who block my way shall die!"

Lei roared, the sound waves rolling and shaking the ceiling, causing dust to fall.

He sent a second-tier martial artist, along with his weapon, flying as he tried to pounce from the side.

however.

What truly terrified the remaining members of the Blood Wolf Gang was Su Qiang, who followed closely behind Lei Meng, advancing like a silent rock.

And those dozens of Su family elites with fierce auras and cold eyes!

Su Qiang.

He unleashed his cultivation at the intermediate level of Martial Saint without reservation.

The powerful aura and smoke did not intentionally release their impact.

But it was like an invisible hammer, pressing heavily on the hearts of every Blood Wolf Gang member.

His movements appeared slow.

It even carried a sense of leisurely ease.

But every move he made was precise and deadly, without any fancy moves.

A second-tier peak leader of the Blood Wolf Gang, confident in his strength, roared and urged his blood and qi, his fists wrapped in pale golden gale, like two heavy hammers smashing towards Su Qiang's temples.

This is his signature move, the Mountain-Splitting Hammer.

He once smashed the head of an opponent of the same level.

Su Qiang didn't even lift his eyelids, but simply raised his left hand seemingly casually.

With fingers spread, he gently touched, guided, and pressed against the fists that were powerful enough to split rocks.

"Crack! Click!"

The chilling sound of bones cracking rang out clearly.

The leader's ferocious expression froze instantly, transforming into extreme pain and disbelief.

His proud fists, along with his wrists and forearms, were crushed as if by a massive hydraulic press by Su Qiang's seemingly effortless movements.

Instantaneous twisting and deformation, resulting in a comminuted fracture.

Absolute suppression.

Absolute efficiency.

Before Su Qiang, a martial saint with rich experience and overwhelming strength, the so-called peak second-tier warrior was no match for him.

However, Su Qiang was a member of Yan Lin's team.

Their strength is undoubtedly among the best in their class.

compare to.

The group of people behind them were equally perverted.

Chu Kuanglan was like a raging bear, wielding the massive sword in his hand like a windmill, each sweep bringing with it a storm of blood and gore.

His body was enveloped in crimson aura and smoke, like burning flames.

It carries a domineering and aggressive momentum.

Three second-tier warriors from the Blood Wolf Gang attempted to form a formation to block them, their swords flashing and their shadows intertwining into a net.

"Break it for me—!"

Chu Kuanglan's eyes flashed with a fierce light. Without dodging or avoiding, he slashed down with his giant sword, which carried the force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks.

Ding! Puff!

Amidst the piercing clang of metal, the two long swords snapped in two.

The greatsword, its momentum undiminished, slammed down hard on the shoulder of the warrior in the middle.

The terrifying force instantly crushed his protective qi and blood, and half of his body, along with his arm, was forcibly cleaved open, spraying blood and internal organs all over the heads and faces of the two people next to him.

The two men were so terrified by the bloody scene and the sight of their companion's scalding blood that they froze in their tracks.

Chu Kuanglan seized the opening, and with a whirlwind of his greatsword, he swept it left and right as if swatting a fly!

Boom!

With two muffled thuds, the two men were sent flying like broken sacks.

Lin Yu and Qi Feng led the Dawn Squad members.

It is like the most sophisticated killing machine.

They worked together seamlessly, forming a team of three that excelled in both offense and defense.

The remaining resistance of the Blood Wolf Gang.

Faced with this force that surges forward like a torrent of steel, they are as fragile as paper.

Fear spread like a plague among the survivors.

"Surrender! I surrender!"

"Don't kill me! I was forced into this!"

"Give me a break, sir of the Green Dragon Gang!"

Cries and pleas for mercy rose and fell.

One by one, the Blood Wolf Gang members dropped their weapons, knelt on the ground, and trembled.

Their eyes were filled with fear of death and awe of the menacing beings before them.

Lei Meng looked at the prisoners kneeling before him.

His face showed no joy of victory, only a cold and ruthless expression.

He waved his hand, his voice as cold as iron: "Tie them up! Take them away and keep them under guard! Anyone who dares to make a move will be killed without mercy!"

Immediately, members of the Green Dragon Gang stepped forward.

They took out the ropes they had prepared beforehand and began to bind the prisoners.

The battle inside the building lasted less than twenty minutes from its outbreak to its near end.

When Lei Meng and other core combatants stepped onto the last flight of stairs leading to the top floor.

Behind me was a desolate silence.

Top floor.

The heavy mahogany door to the office of Wang Biao, the leader of the Blood Wolf Gang, was tightly closed.

Chu Kuanglan stepped forward and raised his foot to kick the door.

"and many more."

Lei Meng reached out and stopped him.

He took a deep breath, composed himself, and then suddenly pushed open the door!

The office was a complete mess.

Documents were scattered all over the floor, an expensive mahogany desk was overturned, and shards of an ashtray gleamed with a blinding light.

The air still carried a mixture of cigar and cheap perfume smells.

However, there was only one person in the huge office.

A man with a muscular build and a hideous scar on his face.

He stood quietly with his back to the door, in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the chaotic street scene of the gray rock district.

He gripped a uniquely shaped curved knife tightly in his hand, the blade gleaming with a cold, eerie light.

He was the vice leader of the Blood Wolf Gang.

Scar Wolf, Martial Saint at the initial stage!
Hearing the noise behind him, Scar Wolf slowly turned around.

The scar on his face contorted with the movement of his muscles, but his eyes remained unusually calm.

He didn't look at the menacing crowd that surged in.

His gaze swept across the crowd and finally landed on Lei Meng's face.

Lei Meng, on the other hand, quickly scanned every corner of the office.

The final image is of an inconspicuous storage room on the side.

The door there was ajar.

Lei Meng immediately sneered, his sarcasm undisguised: "Your good brother abandoned you and ran away, didn't he!?"

Lei Meng pointed at the storage room, his voice booming with disdain: "Look! This is the man you were so loyal to! When disaster strikes, his first thought is to escape, leaving you here to take the fall for him! Scarface, you're a fucking idiot!"

Scar Wolf's body trembled almost imperceptibly.

The knuckles of his fingers, gripping the scimitar, turned white from the force and made a soft cracking sound.

The scar on his face seemed even redder.

A flicker of pain and struggle crossed his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by an almost numb resolve.

He neither refuted nor explained.

He simply raised the curved sword in his hand slowly, the tip of the sword pointing diagonally at the ground, assuming a very basic starting stance.

This action silently announced his choice.

The air solidified instantly.

Su Qiang's eyes narrowed, his aura becoming as solid as a mountain. He took half a step forward and locked onto Scarface.

Chu Kuanglan, Su Wanqing, and the others also instantly entered battle mode.

However, Lei Meng raised his hand again to stop his companions behind him.

He looked at Scarface's posture, which seemed ready to be slaughtered, with a complex expression in his eyes.

"Scar Wolf".

Lei Meng's voice lowered, no longer carrying the previous sarcasm, but instead carrying a hint of admonition.

“I, Lei Meng, have spent half my life in the Gray Rock District, and I haven’t seen many people I value, but you’re one of them. You’re loyal, righteous, and a real man!”

"but!"

He raised his voice, his gaze fixed intently on Scarface's eyes: "You fucking misplaced your loyalty! What kind of person is Wang Biao? Ruthless, heartless, and ungrateful! He saved your life, and you've been his weapon for so many years, cutting down countless people for him, shielding him from countless disasters. You've already paid back what you owed him! Now, he's abandoning you here to die like a discarded pawn, and you're still working for him? Is it worth it?!"

Scar Wolf's lips pressed into a pale, straight line.

His eyes flickered slightly, but he remained silent.

Lei Meng stepped forward, lowering his voice even further: "I remember your wife and child are still out there, right? Without you, the Martial Saint, protecting them, how can they possibly survive?"

"Scarface!"

Lei Meng's voice suddenly rose, like a booming bell, carrying an undeniable force: "If you nod now, I, Lei Meng, can't guarantee anything else, but I will be true to my brother and won't mistreat his family. Your life should be lived for your wife and children, not buried with that bastard Wang Biao!"

"Whether you live standing up or die kneeling down depends on your decision!"

The final words struck Scarface's heart like a heavy hammer.

His eyes, which were originally filled with deathly stillness and determination.

Finally, an enormous wave of unrest was unleashed.

He clenched his teeth so hard that blood even seeped from his gums.

The hand gripping the scimitar trembled violently from the immense inner turmoil, the blade scraping against the floor with a piercing sound.

The office was deathly silent, all eyes fixed on Scarface.

Time seemed to freeze.

One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.
Just as Chu Kuanglan thought this guy would be stubborn to the end and was about to take action.

Scar Wolf's body, which had been taut like a bowstring, suddenly relaxed.

Bang!

The scimitar that had been with him for many years slipped from his trembling hand and fell to the cold floor with a crisp, mournful sound.

His bloodshot eyes slowly rose to meet Lei Meng's expectant gaze.

Then, very slightly, yet with unparalleled clarity, he nodded.

That single nod seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

Lei Meng's eyes lit up with joy, and he said softly, "Then you come with my men first, and I'll come find you later."

Two elite members of the Green Dragon Gang immediately stepped forward and quickly led Scarface away from the office.

And after everyone left.

"Brother Meng".

Chu Kuanglan then stepped forward, looked at Scarface being carried away, and frowned slightly. "Is this Scarface worth all this effort to win over? Our Azure Dragon Gang doesn't need another Martial Saint like him, does it?"

Persuading Scarface to surrender was a decision Lei Meng had discussed with everyone before the final assault.

And then he saw Scarface.

Chu Kuanglan didn't see anything about the other party that was worth trying to win over.

Lei Meng stared in the direction Scarface had disappeared, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. He patted Chu Kuanglan's broad shoulder: "Old Chu, you don't understand. Scarface has been hustling in the Gray Rock District for over a decade. He's got connections, a vast network, and knows everyone from all walks of life. More importantly..."

He paused, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes: "He's loyal and principled! Once he agrees to be your boss, he's truly willing to entrust his life to you! He's a hundred times better than those opportunistic fair-weather friends."

"In the future, we will expand into the limestone area and even further outwards. Talented individuals like this are priceless! Just wait and see, you'll see later."

Chu Kuanglan nodded thoughtfully and said no more.

Edge of the limestone area.

Phantom Nightclub.

The private rooms on the second floor were deathly silent, like a tomb.

Fang Qingyu and five others stood in the dimly lit corridor.

The air was filled with the smell of cheap perfume.

They have thoroughly searched the dance floor on the first floor, all the private rooms on the second floor, the office area on the third floor, and the storage room on the fourth floor.

Not a soul was to be seen.

"Damn, this is really weird!"

Old Qin spat angrily, scratching his head in frustration. "Those four bastards clearly came out from the second floor. There's definitely something fishy going on in this godforsaken place! There can't be only those four gatekeepers, can there?"

Qi Hao frowned, his gaze sweeping across the closed doors of the private rooms on both sides: "Qingzi, could there be a secret room or passage hidden in the private room? Like in the movies?"

Fang Qingyu's eyes were calm.

His gaze slowly swept over the tightly closed doors of the private rooms on both sides of the corridor.

"Search."

He only uttered one word.

The crowd immediately dispersed.

They worked in pairs, opening each private room door one by one to conduct a thorough search.

The scenes inside the private rooms were largely the same.

Time ticked by, and the oppressive atmosphere grew heavier.

Just when everyone was about to give up, from a low, inconspicuous private room near the end of the corridor, came a suppressed roar of excitement from Old Qin: "Over here!!! We've found something!"

The sound was exceptionally clear in the deathly silence.

Fang Qingyu, Jiang Wei, and Wei Banmeng rushed out of their respective searched private rooms in an instant, shooting towards the source of the sound like three arrows released from a bow.

However, just as they moved...

Boom——! ! !
A deafening explosion suddenly erupted from the private room.

A violent shockwave, mixed with scorching heat, erupted from the entrance of the private room.

The walls on both sides of the corridor were instantly torn apart.
Large swaths of wall plaster and brick fragments flew everywhere like cannonballs.

The entire building was shaking violently!

A figure appeared as if it had been struck by a giant hammer.

He was violently thrown out from the center of the explosion and crashed heavily into the wall at the end of the corridor.

puff!
Fresh blood gushed from Lao Qin's mouth.

The clothes on her chest were charred and torn, revealing a bloody and mangled wound underneath.

"cough cough"

Old Qin struggled to lift his head, his face as pale as paper. Seeing Fang Qingyu and the others rushing towards him, he endured the excruciating pain and roared with his last strength, "Watch out! There are heavy weapons in the hidden door!"

The words have not yet fallen.

Another violent coughing fit ensued, with fresh blood continuously oozing from the corners of his mouth.

His breath quickly faded.

"Half-dream".

Fang Qingyu gave a low shout, his figure moving without the slightest pause, like a ghost passing by Lao Qin, gently lifting him up, and then pulling him backward, steadily handing him over to Wei Banmeng who was following closely behind.

"Take him back! Qi Hao, Lü Chen, guard the corridor!"

Fang Qingyu spoke very quickly, his voice as cold as ice.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wei Banmeng immediately caught the seriously injured Lao Qin.

Qi Hao and Lü Chen reacted instantly.

Each person occupied one side of the corridor, weapons drawn, their auras locked onto the private room still emitting thick smoke and flames!

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei exchanged a glance.

Without a word, the two figures flashed like streaks of light, ignoring the scorching heatwave and billowing smoke, and rushed directly into the epicenter of the explosion—the private room that had been blown beyond recognition.

The private room was a complete mess.

The tables, chairs, sofas, and audio equipment were all blown to pieces.

The walls were blackened by smoke.

The center was blasted into a large crater.

Amidst the thick smoke, a pungent smell of gunpowder and burnt odor permeated the air.

Directly opposite this mess, where there should have been a row of wine cabinets, the space was now wide open.

A dark, square entrance, barely wide enough for one person to pass through, was revealed, leading to a staircase that descended downwards.

That was an incredibly powerful explosion.

The attack was clearly launched from this entrance.

"Walk."

Fang Qingyu did not hesitate at all.

They were the first to step into that dark entrance.

Jiang Wei followed closely behind, her crimson hair leaving a flame-like trail in the dim light of the entrance before disappearing into the darkness below.

at the same time.

The city center of injustice.

An office on the top floor of a skyscraper.

The heavy alloy door shut out the noise from the outside world.

The interior space is enormous, but the decoration is unusually simple, even cold.

The room features sleek metal furniture, gleaming dark floors, and a huge floor-to-ceiling window overlooking a dazzling cityscape.

At this moment, behind the excessively large metal desk in the center of the office.

An ergonomically designed black high-backed chair slowly rotates.

An elderly man with gray hair and a thin face sat in the chair.

He was dressed in a finely crafted, well-tailored dark gray Tang suit, and he was playing with a pair of warm, smooth jade balls in his hands, which made a soft, rhythmic rubbing sound.

He closed his eyes slightly, a look of enjoyment on his face.

A sucking sound came from under the desk.

Tuk Tuk.

There was a slight knock on the door.

This broke the eerie silence.

"Enter."

The old man closed his eyes, spoke softly, his voice calm and devoid of emotion.

The office doors were pushed open.

A middle-aged man wearing a dark gray combat uniform walked in.

"Boss."

The middle-aged man's voice was respectful.

They ignored some strange noises.

The old man kept his eyes closed, but the jade ball in his hand spun without stopping for a moment.

"what's up?"

The middle-aged man kept his head down and reported in a steady voice, "In the Gray Rock District, one of our small temporary supply storage points was attacked."

The old man's expression of enjoyment remained unchanged. He slightly lifted his eyelids and casually asked, "Red Flower Society? Or Demon Gang?"

In his subconscious, he was afraid that anyone who dared to touch Lingxiao's supply chain would be at risk.

Only a few forces of the same or slightly inferior level in the inner city.

The middle-aged man lowered his head even further, his expression turning somewhat strange. He forced a smile and replied, "Neither of them. It's just a small gang on the outskirts of the Gray Rock District. They just wiped out the Blood Wolf Gang, who were responsible for security in that area, and also cleared out our temporary storage point there, killing a few of us who were guarding it."

"Ok?"

The jade ball in the old man's hand paused for a moment for the first time.

He slowly opened his eyes, and a very subtle hint of surprise finally flashed across his indifferent gaze.

She tilted her head slightly.

He seemed to want to confirm whether he had misheard.

"A small gang?" The old man's voice held a hint of barely perceptible amusement. "They don't know that's our territory?"

The middle-aged man carefully chose his words, "They... didn't seem to know that we were behind that temporary location. Most of the people who took action were new faces, probably new to the city, and acted recklessly."

There was a brief silence.

Only suppressed sobs and sucking sounds came from under the table.

It sounded particularly jarring in the silence.

The astonishment in the old man's eyes quickly faded, replaced by an indifferent detachment that seemed to control everything.

He nodded slightly.

It was as if they were dealing with a trivial little problem.

"Understood." He closed his eyes again, and the jade ball in his hand began to spin slowly and rhythmically once more. "Send someone over there."

His voice returned to its previous calm and even tone, as if he were giving instructions for a very ordinary household chore.

"First, safeguard that shipment. That's the bottom line."

"Secondly, while we're at it, take over that little gang. Tell them that from now on, that area is theirs to manage. But the rules will be ours."

He paused, then added, his tone completely flat: "As for those who died... well, they're dead."

"Yes! I understand!"

The middle-aged man felt a chill run down his spine and immediately bowed in response.

Let's turn our attention back to the nightclubs in the Grey Rock District.

The cold stone steps spiral downwards, seemingly bottomless.

The air was humid and polluted.

It has a unique earthy smell and a faint smell of rust.

Only the light and steady footsteps of the two echoed in the deathly silent passage.

We walked up about five or six floors.

Finally, faint lights appeared ahead.

A dark gray metal door with no markings on its surface blocked the end of the passage.

Fang Qingyu walked to the door and stopped.

Extend your palm and gently place it on the cold metal door panel.

hum!
The power of qi and blood instantly burst forth from his palm.

The seemingly heavy metal door, along with the sturdy walls surrounding it, appeared to have been burst apart from the inside by an invisible giant hand.

Boom! ! !

With a dull, heart-stopping cracking sound, the entire metal door dented inward.

Then along with large blocks of concrete and steel bars.

He was blasted away by the violent force.

Smoke is everywhere!

The view behind the door suddenly opened up.

What catches the eye.

It's not the luxurious casino or secret base you might imagine.

Instead, it was an extremely simple underground hall.

The floor was rough cement, and the walls were bare concrete, without any decoration.

Only a few incandescent lights hanging from the ceiling barely illuminated the space.

And right in the center of this empty hall.

About ten meters from the entrance.

A dozen or so figures stood solemnly.

They were dressed in matching gray outfits, expressionless, with cold and numb eyes.

Each of them exuded the aura of a second-tier martial artist.

They stood like a cold, impersonal wall.

They stood firmly in front of Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei.

Behind these people, near the wall, there was a simple folding chair.

A young man was sitting on it with an air of nonchalance.

He looked to be in his early twenties, dressed in a well-tailored casual suit that seemed out of place in the gloomy environment, and his hair was neatly combed.

He was holding a rocket launcher in his arms.

The person who just blasted Lao Qin away must be him.

Fang Qingyu turned to look at him, a strange glint in his eyes.
Because this young man turned out to be an ordinary person.

He had no martial arts skills whatsoever, nor was he a follower of the God.

This young man was standing next to a group of second-tier superhumans.
It still looks like the setup for a leader.

It looks weird no matter how you look at it.

The young man seemed unsurprised that Fang Qingyu had made it through unscathed.

He casually tossed the rocket launcher to the ground with a clatter.

He leisurely patted non-existent dust off his suit.

He raised his eyelids, his gaze carrying a condescending, scrutinizing air.

He glanced at Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei standing at the door.

The look in his eyes was as if he were looking at two novel objects.

"Tsk, you've got some nerve."

The young man's lips curled into a playful smile, his voice languid, "Judging by your skills, you're not exactly nobody in a run-down place like the Gray Rock District."

He paused, leaned forward slightly, and said as if bestowing a favor, "Fine, seeing that you all have some guts and ability, I'm in a good mood today."

"I'm giving you a chance. Kneel down, swear allegiance, and follow me from now on."

"I can let bygones be bygones regarding the murder you just committed."

"How about it?"

He spoke casually, as if he were discussing the weather today.

Instead of deciding the fate of two lives.

Fang Qingyu's expression remained unchanged, not even a flicker of emotion in his eyes.

They ignored the young man's condescending tone.

They seemed not to notice the dozen or so menacing second-tier martial artists.

His gaze calmly swept across the simple, empty hall before settling back on the young man. With a hint of pure curiosity, he asked in a flat tone:

"So, whose people are you working for?"

The young man seemed slightly displeased by Fang Qingyu's disregard for his kindness.

The smile on his face faded slightly.

His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Before he could speak, the burly man who was the leader of the dozen or so gray-clad warriors suddenly took a step forward.

He stared intently at Fang Qingyu.

The voice carried an undeniable arrogance:

"Lingxiao Gathering!"

A look of realization flashed across Fang Qingyu's eyes.

So it was the Lingxiao Association.
One of the ten major forces in the City of Injustice.

It occupies a central location within the inner city.

It is known for its immense power, deep-rooted influence, and domineering behavior.

No wonder they were so arrogant.

But why did they set up a venue here?!

Doubts had just begun to rise in Fang Qingyu's mind.

"what--!!!"

A woman's scream, so shrill it was inhuman, rang out.

It suddenly rang out from the passage behind everyone.

"No! Please! No—!!! Please let me go! Please!!!"

The voice contained the ultimate pain and despair.

Let someone else listen.
You could feel the despair in their tone.

The ambiguous smile on Fang Qingyu's face immediately turned into a calm expression.

She said softly, "Go and take a look."

Hearing this, Jiang Wei nodded and then vanished from her spot in an instant.

"you dare?!"

The burly man in gray, who was in the lead, changed his expression drastically and shouted angrily.

He never expected that the other party would dare to do so after hearing the name Ling Xiaohui.

They even dared to ignore their actions.

The young man, who had been sitting leisurely in his chair, instantly lost all trace of his laziness and amusement.

"Deal with him!"

Without any further ado, the young man pointed sharply at Fang Qingyu.

"kill--!"

More than a dozen second-tier martial artists who were already poised to attack.

Like killing machines whose switches have been pressed simultaneously.

His blood and qi erupted suddenly, and the pale red blood and qi smoke instantly merged into one.

There was no tactical coordination, no probing.

More than a dozen figures, brimming with violent blood energy, charged towards Fang Qingyu, who stood alone at the entrance, from different directions.

Fang Qingyu, however, stood still, completely motionless.

There wasn't even a method to stimulate qi and blood.

Just as those dozen or so figures were about to reach him...

It has just started to move.

Immediately afterwards, the young man in the chair saw the most beautiful sight he had ever seen in his life.
A scene I'll never forget.

One by one, the gray-clad warriors fell.

Just like wheat that has been cut down.

In less than a minute.

More than a dozen menacing second-tier martial artists were all lying on the ground.

Most of them died on the spot.

The few who were seriously injured and unconscious had only faint breathing left and were not far from death.

The overwhelming stench of blood instantly overpowered the original strange smell in the hall, making it nauseating.

The entire underground hall was eerily silent.

Only Fang Qingyu's calm breathing remained.

And the young man sitting in the chair, his breathing becoming heavy with extreme shock and fear.

He looked at the person standing amidst a pile of corpses and pools of blood.

The man's clothes were barely disheveled, and his breathing remained as steady as a deep pool.

Is this...is this even human?!

unarmed!

Without using any internal energy cultivation techniques, relying solely on physical strength, he killed over a dozen martial artists of the same level in less than a minute!

This is simply a fantasy!

Just as the young man was gripped by immense fear and his mind went blank.

Deep inside the hall.

In that dark passage.

Jiang Wei slowly walked out.

He met Fang Qingyu's gaze.

Jiang Wei took a deep breath
In the end, he could only manage to utter a few words.

"Many women are imprisoned here."

(End of this chapter)