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Chapter 311 I'll make you call for help!!! (Please vote with monthly tickets!~)

Fang Qingyu paused slightly upon hearing Jiang Wei's words.

However, they did not immediately enter the dark passage.

Instead, he turned his gaze to the young man slumped in a folding chair to the side.

The young man's face was deathly pale, his eyes were unfocused, and his body was trembling uncontrollably from extreme fear. His crotch was soaked and emitted a foul odor.

More than a dozen carefully trained second-tier guards died instantly, like wheat being cut down.

This scene completely shattered all his arrogant confidence.

Fang Qingyu walked up to him, his expression so calm it was chilling.

He reached out, his movements even carrying a hint of eerie gentleness, and straightened the collar of the young man's expensive suit, which was covered in dust and cold sweat, smoothing out the wrinkles little by little.

then.

Fang Qingyu gripped the young man's shoulders with his five fingers like iron clamps.

They lifted him off the chair and forced him to stand up straight.

"Be good and listen to me."

Fang Qingyu's voice wasn't loud, but it pierced the young man's eardrums clearly, "I won't kill you, understand?"

The young man's unfocused pupils suddenly contracted.

Like a dying fish seeing the surface of the water.

The hope of survival instantly overwhelmed his fear. He nodded frantically, making gurgling sounds in his throat, and stammered out a few words: "I understand! I get it!"

"very good."

Fang Qingyu nodded and stopped looking at him.

It's like carrying a human-shaped piece of luggage.

I stepped into that dark passage.

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

The passage was narrow, spiraling downwards, with cold, rough, and damp stone walls.

Underfoot were uneven stone steps.

With each step, only the light yet incredibly heavy footsteps of the two echoed hollowly in the deathly silence.

We walked up about five or six floors.

The passage suddenly opened up into a bright and spacious area.

A faint light shone through from inside.

However, the scene that came into view was far more suffocating than pure darkness.

Before us lay a vast underground space.

It's as if the ground has been hollowed out.

The space was supported by thick stone pillars, from which hung several gas lamps emitting a pale white light, barely outlining the space's contours.

The entrance to the passage is connected to a stone walkway suspended in the air.

The plank road is flanked by cold rock walls.

Rows and layers of stone chambers, like honeycomb, were excavated.

These stone chambers have no doors.

Only a thick iron fence, as thick as a child's arm, blocked the entrance.

Fang Qingyu's gaze swept over the stone chamber closest to him.

Inside, there was only a dilapidated stone bed covered with dirty straw.

A woman was curled up on the bed, completely naked.

His hair was disheveled, and his eyes stared blankly at the cold stone wall. He showed no reaction to the strangers who appeared on the plank road, like a soulless shell.

Fang Qingyu did not stop walking and continued to carry the young man forward.

The plank road is very long, with densely packed stone chambers on both sides.

Layer upon layer, extending downwards, its depths unfathomable.

In each stone chamber, a woman, equally naked and with a numb gaze, is imprisoned.

As far as the eye could see, there were already forty or fifty such cells.

The plank road continues to extend downwards.

Fang Qingyu stopped halfway down the plank road.

He lifted the young man he was carrying to eye level with him.

In the darkness, Fang Qingyu's molten gold vertical pupils pierced through the darkness.

It firmly locks onto the faces of young people.

"What are these people for?" Fang Qingyu's voice was calm.

The young man spoke incredibly fast, as if afraid of losing his value if he hesitated even for a second: "It's merchandise! For those big shots in the city! Those big shots in the inner city, they also need women to serve them. The locals in the city aren't easy to deal with, so every year they bring in some pretty women from outside, train them, and then...they send them up there."

"Training?"

Fang Qingyu's voice remained flat.

"It's about making them obedient."

The young man forced a fawning smile that looked more like a grimace, desperately trying to distance himself from the situation: "I generally don't get involved. I just watch over the goods and make sure they're delivered to the city alive."

Fang Qingyu nodded expressionlessly.

It was as if they were merely confirming a trivial fact.

Carrying the young man, they continued walking down the boardwalk.

On both sides of the plank road, the scene inside the stone chamber continues to be one of despair.

Finally, the plank road came to an end.

At the end, there is a relatively spacious grotto.

This place has no fenced stone chamber; it's more like a torture chamber.

In the center of the grotto stood a dark iron frame with several barbed iron chains and leather whips hanging from it.

In the corner were some oddly shaped ironware covered with dark red rust.

The most glaring one.

It is on the ground in the center of the grotto.

A charred, humanoid figure curled up.

The air was filled with the stench of burning flesh.

Beside this charred charcoal, a naked woman, hugging her knees, huddled in a cold corner.

His body trembled violently, his eyes staring blankly at the charred remains.

It made unconscious "hoarse" sounds, like a wounded young animal.

They showed no reaction to Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei as they walked in.

Fang Qingyu's gaze fell on the charred remains and lingered for a moment.

Then, he turned back to the young man being held in his arms, his voice devoid of emotion: "And what are we doing here?"

The young man looked at the charred remains on the ground and the distraught woman.

A look of sullenness crossed his face: "Disobedient goods always need to be taught a lesson, to make them remember. Don't worry! I'll be careful not to hurt their faces or bodies, it won't affect their appearance. I just want them to know pain and fear, then they'll obey."

"Oh."

Fang Qingyu nodded thoughtfully, as if he understood something.

Then, he let go.

Caught off guard, the young man's legs buckled, and he fell to the ground with a thud, wincing in pain.

But he ignored the pain and his face instantly lit up with ecstasy.

He survived!
This scoundrel let him go!

He tried to climb up the plank road using both his hands and feet to escape this hellish place.

However, the moment his hands and feet touched the cold stone steps...
hum!
A powerful pressure suddenly descended, instantly pinning him to the spot.

His face was pressed tightly against the ground, unable to move even a finger. His throat felt like it was being choked by iron clamps, preventing him from uttering even a whimper. He could only roll his eyes in terror.

Jiang Wei withdrew her gaze expressionlessly.

That terrifying mental pressure acted like a physical shackle, firmly imprisoning the young man.

Fang Qingyu seemed oblivious to the struggles of the ants beneath his feet.

He turned to Jiang Wei and said softly, "I'm going out for a bit. Wait for me here."

Jiang Wei looked at him with her clear red eyes and nodded: "Okay."

Fang Qingyu turned around and walked up the plank road he had come from, step by step.

The figure quickly disappeared into the darkness at the end of the plank road.

The footsteps gradually faded away.

The second-floor corridor of the nightclub was a mess after the explosion. A large hole had been blown in the wall, and rubble and twisted metal parts were scattered all over the floor.

The strong smell of gunpowder had not completely dissipated.

Wei Banmeng, Qi Hao, and Lü Chen stood guard near the entrance to the passage.

Old Qin lay on the ground, his face pale. The wound on his chest had been treated and the bleeding had been temporarily stopped.

But his breathing was still very weak.

Footsteps came from the secret passage leading to the basement.

Fang Qingyu's figure reappeared under the dim light of the corridor.

"Aoko!"

Qi Hao immediately went to meet him, his gaze questioning as he looked behind him, "Below."

Fang Qingyu did not answer Qi Hao's question, but directly gave instructions.

"Go find two hundred sets of women's clothes, normal, clean clothes."

He paused, then added, "And then, send it down to the lower levels."

Wei Banmeng and the other two were stunned at the same time.

Two hundred sets of women's clothes?

Doubts surged into my mind like a tide.

But seeing Fang Qingyu's terrifyingly calm gaze, the three of them didn't ask a single question.

"And, Lü Chen."

Fang Qingyu turned his gaze to Lü Chen, "There's someone down here who's in your hands. Don't let him die easily."

Lu Chen paused slightly, then nodded.

"clear."

Then, the three of them immediately turned around.

"and many more."

Fang Qingyu's voice rang out again.

The three stopped and turned around.

A thoughtful expression appeared on Fang Qingyu's face.

After a moment, he spoke again, his voice still calm:

"Spread a false message to the gang. Say that the Golden Thor from the overpass suddenly appeared at the nightclub and started a killing spree. You can't get in."

The three of them were taken aback.

Without asking any further questions, I readily agreed.

"Yes!"

The three then turned and quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

They split up to carry out their tasks.

Only Fang Qingyu and the unconscious Lao Qin remained in the corridor.

Fang Qingyu walked to the staircase leading from the second floor to the first floor of the nightclub, and continued down without stopping.

Walk across the empty dance floor, then walk through the foyer.

finally.

He pushed open the nightclub's main entrance, which was somewhat deformed from being bumped.

Outside, the streets of the limestone district remained chaotic and noisy.

However, the area in front of the nightclub appeared unusually empty and desolate due to the previous explosion and the Green Dragon Gang's cleanup.

The air was heavy and oppressive, with thick, leaden-gray clouds hanging low overhead, seemingly within reach.

It carried an oppressive atmosphere, as if a storm was brewing.

Fang Qingyu stood at the very top of the concrete steps leading to the nightclub.

Raise your head slightly.

I looked up at the sky, which was as gloomy as ink.

Then, slowly raise your right hand, spread your five fingers, and gently wipe your face.

Zila——!
Fine golden arcs of electricity instantly sprang up and gathered from nowhere.

A hideous mask made of pure golden lightning covered most of his face.

The eye holes on the mask.

The vertical pupils, fused with molten gold, burned coldly.

Then, Fang Qingyu reached out with his left hand to grab at the air beside him.

hum!
The space rippled like water.

The long, menacing blade of the Dragon Sparrow Slash appeared out of thin air and he gripped it firmly.

Fang Qingyu turned around and gently tapped the heavy, cold hilt of the Dragon Sparrow Slayer on the cement step beneath his feet.

then.

Fang Qingyu was standing right in the center of the nightclub's entrance.

Before the impending downpour, I slowly sat down.

His back was straight as a pine tree.

His hands were clasped together, resting on the hilt of the Dragon Sparrow Slaying Calamity sword as if he were holding a scepter.

Eyes slightly closed.

It seemed as if he was resting with his eyes closed.

It was as if it was waiting for something.

Only the two illusory azure dragons that had been entwined around Shun Shi Long Gong on his arms were now unusually quiet, slowly swimming along his arms.

They seemed to sense their master's mood and stopped emitting low dragon roars.

It just hovered silently.

Above my head, there was a thick, oppressive cloud.

It is slowly converging towards the sky directly above the nightclub.

Deep within the clouds, a muffled rumble of thunder could be faintly heard.

the other side.

Wei Banmeng and his group have already started a large-scale shopping spree.

With time running out, the three of them practically robbed the place, showering the nearby shops with gray crystals and sweeping away all the women's clothing in stock, regardless of style or age.

They were haphazardly stuffed into several huge woven bags.

soon.

The three of them carried huge, bulging woven bags.

They rushed back into the deathly silent second floor of the nightclub through the back door once again.

The three of them walked straight toward the hidden door.

Soon they arrived at the first space beneath the stairs.

On the ground, the corpses of the dozen or so gray-clad warriors remained in the same position as when they died.

The three ignored it.

We bypassed this hellish scene.

They walked straight into the dark passage.

I walked quickly down the cold stone steps.

The further down you go, the stronger and more pungent the strange smell mixed with excrement becomes.

When they stepped onto that suspended stone walkway.

The sight before them froze the three of them in place, their breath catching in their throats.

On both sides of the plank road, the layers of stone chambers resemble a honeycomb hell.

"Hold!"

Qi Hao cursed under his breath, his jaw clenched and his cheeks puffed out.

Lu Chen's eyes instantly turned cold.

The knuckles of the fingers gripping the woven bag turned white from the force.

Wei Banmeng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the churning stomach acid and the anger in her heart.

Put down the woven bag and quickly unzip it.

Inside were women's clothing of various colors.

"Mouse, Lü Chen, you two go inside."

Wei Banmeng's voice trembled slightly, "Leave this to me."

Qi Hao and Lü Chen exchanged a glance, and then Qi Hao placed the woven bags on his shoulders heavily at Wei Banmeng's feet.

"Sister Banmeng, thank you for your hard work here." Qi Hao's voice was low and hoarse.

"give it to you."

Lu Chen only said three words before he and Qi Hao rushed along the plank road into the deeper part of the area.

On the plank road.

All that remained were Wei Banmeng and a mountain of clothes.

She crouched down and took out a clean floral cotton dress from the top bag.

Then, she walked to the iron fence of the nearest stone chamber.

The woman in the stone chamber remained huddled in the corner.

They showed no reaction to Wei Banmeng's arrival.

Wei Banmeng reached her hand through the gaps in the cold iron bars and gently placed the dress on the floor of the stone chamber.

"Don't be afraid," Wei Banmeng said softly, "we're here."

With her words.

The woman huddled in the corner seemed to move very subtly.

For the first time, her empty eyes found focus.

It gently landed on the clean floral dress on the ground.

Wei Banmeng didn't linger and picked up the second piece of clothing.

They moved on to the next stone chamber.

Similarly, carefully place the clothes inside.

"Put these on, and we'll take you away from here."

Then came the third room, the fourth room.
At the end of the plank road, in a blood-stained grotto.

Jiang Wei stood quietly to the side, watching the woman huddled in the corner, still hugging her knees and trembling.

The young man who was abandoned by Fang Qingyu.

He was still pressed firmly to the ground by an invisible mental pressure, his face pressed against the cold ground, only his eyes darting around wildly due to extreme fear.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from the plank road.

Qi Hao and Lü Chen appeared at the entrance of the grotto.

The two immediately spotted the charred humanoid object on the ground and the strong, acrid stench of burning in the air.

His gaze swept over the trembling woman in the corner and the young man imprisoned on the ground.

I instantly understood what had just happened here.

Lu Chen's gaze instantly fixed on the imprisoned young man.

"Sister Jiang."

Lu Chen's voice was unusually calm, "Take her out. Leave this to me and Haozi."

He pointed to the woman in the corner.

Jiang Wei glanced at Lü Chen, then at Qi Hao, and nodded.

She walked to the corner and gently picked up the woman, who was like a frightened bird.

The woman remained stiff and trembling in her arms, her eyes empty and lifeless.

Jiang Wei hugged her.

He turned and left the bloody torture chamber.

With Jiang Wei's departure.

The oppressive mental pressure that had been so strong against the young people also dissipated.

The young man took a deep breath, like a drowning person surfacing.

Using both hands and feet, they scrambled and rolled, trying to escape towards the plank road.

"Want to go?"

Lu Chen's voice sounded behind him.

Like a cold iron hook, it instantly seized his soul.

The young man froze, turning around in terror, a forced, more contrived smile than a grimace: "Brother, that official just said he won't kill me, he promised to let me go! You...you can't!"

"Oh?"

Lu Chen slowly walked towards him, his face expressionless, as if examining an inanimate object. "Qingzi said he wouldn't kill you. Did he lie?"

The young man was taken aback and subconsciously shook his head.

"That's it."

Lu Chen squatted down in front of him, his eyes sweeping over him. "He only said he wouldn't kill you, he didn't say anyone else couldn't touch you."

The young man's face turned deathly pale.

His eyes were filled with despair.

"Rat."

Lu Chen stopped looking at the young man and turned to Qi Hao beside him, a very subtle upward twitch at the corner of his mouth. "I remember you said you had seen a lot of torture before?"

Qi Hao looked at the charred remains on the ground, then at the instruments of torture beside him that exuded an ominous aura, and nodded forcefully, his voice squeezed out through clenched teeth: "I've seen it! And I remember it very clearly!"

"very good."

Lu Chen stood up and walked to the pile of torture instruments covered in dark red rust. His fingers gently brushed over an iron whip with tiny barbs. "Let's all give this distinguished guest a proper welcome."

The young man was completely devastated.

It let out a piercing scream that sounded inhuman: "No—!!!"

However, his scream was instantly drowned out by the sound of bones shattering.

Qi Hao had already stepped forward.

He stomped hard on the young man's calf.

Click!

"what--!!!"

A piercing scream, loud enough to shatter eardrums, suddenly erupted from the cave.

On the plank road.

Wei Banmeng was still repeating the same mechanical work.

One by one, the garments were brought into the stone chamber.

Little by little, warm orange-red flames, like stars, lit up one after another on the cold rock walls on both sides, in those cages of despair.

"Don't be afraid, we're here."

"Put your clothes on, and we'll take you away."

Gentle words.

Accompanied by the warm firelight, it rang out again and again.

At first, the women in the stone chamber remained numb.

But when the warm, orange-red light truly illuminated their world, which had been eroded by darkness for who knows how long, and when the clean, soft fabric touched their cold, stinging skin...
In the depths of some women's empty eyes.

The ice layer, which had been frozen for so long, finally showed an extremely fine crack.

Their gazes slowly shifted from the clothes on the ground to the figure outside the fence who kept repeating "Don't be afraid," and then to the small fire burning in their stone chamber.

In his eyes, amidst the deathly grayness, a faint glimmer of light slowly seeped in.

It was because it had been frozen by despair for too long.

Almost forgotten.
Something called "hope".

When Jiang Wei carried the woman she had brought out of the torture chamber onto the plank road, this was the scene she saw.

In a vast space as deep and dark as a hellish tunnel.

On both sides of the rock face, there are hundreds and thousands of cold, cage-like stone chambers.

One by one, warm orange flames, like stars stubbornly rising from the abyss of darkness, burned quietly.

Under the light.

One by one, trembling figures carefully put the clothes on their battered bodies.

Their movements were slow, and their eyes still held confusion and fear.

But when I looked at the figure on the plank road distributing clothes and lighting a fire...

In that depth of confusion, a cautious dependence had already emerged.

More than one hundred rooms.

More than a hundred stars.

This passageway was once filled only with despair and coldness.

now.

It was illuminated by light again.

When Wei Banmeng finally delivered the last piece of clothing into the last stone chamber.

When the last flame is lit.

She straightened up and looked at the starlight corridor that she had personally lit up.

Watching the women clumsily dressing in the firelight, their eyes beginning to light up faintly, her own eyes reddened slightly.

Jiang Wei, holding the woman in her arms, walked to Wei Banmeng's side.

The woman in his arms seemed to feel the warm firelight emanating from the walls. Her trembling body calmed down slightly, and her empty eyes were now tinged with orange-red.

"Let's go."

Wei Banmeng said softly, "Let's take them out."

She turned around and began to unlock the heavy iron gates one by one.

The clanging sound of the chains slipping down sounded like heavenly music at that moment.

The women in the stone chamber, guided by the firelight and Wei Banmeng's soft voice.

At first, they were like a flock of frightened sheep, cautiously emerging from their respective cages and gathering on the boardwalk.

They were barefoot, stepping on the cold, rough stones.

Wearing ill-fitting clothes, with a timid and bewildered expression on his face, yet also a faint glimmer of hope ignited by the firelight.

The group moved silently and slowly up the boardwalk.

When they came out of the cave.

When they saw the dozen or so corpses on the ground.

From deep within, came the young man's scream.

The thought that the demon who once held them high above and treated them like dirt is now suffering unimaginable pain deep within the cave...

In the numb eyes of some women.

The faint light suddenly became a few degrees brighter.

A complex emotion mixed with pleasure and hatred.

It ignited like wildfire in their desolate hearts.

In front of the nightclub.

Fang Qingyu still wore that ferocious mask made of golden lightning, leaning on the Dragon Sparrow Slaying Blade, sitting in the middle of the steps like a stone sculpture.

The gloomy sky seemed to freeze.

Only the gathering dark clouds above his head swirled and brewed silently, and the rumbling thunder from the depths of the clouds grew clearer and clearer.

The hustle and bustle of the distant streets seemed to be shut out by an invisible barrier.

until
Two luxury cars, their paint still gleaming with an expensive sheen even in the dim light.

One after the other, they broke through the hustle and bustle of the street and came to a steady stop in the open space in front of the nightclub.

The car door slid open silently.

Eight figures filed out.

The three leaders possessed a deep and unfathomable aura, and their gazes were as sharp as those of hawks.

There was a subtle, suppressed sense of pressure emanating from his body.

They were none other than three third-tier Martial Saints.

Following closely behind were five powerful second-tier martial artists with piercing eyes.

Surrounded by these eight people in the center was a young man dressed in a well-tailored silver-gray casual suit.

She looked to be in her early twenties, and her hair was meticulously styled.

His face carried an innate arrogance and nonchalance.

After getting out of the car, his gaze casually swept over the dilapidated facade of the nightclub before finally settling on the figure sitting on the steps of the entrance.

The young man frowned, a hint of displeasure at being slighted showing on his face.

"Tsk."

The young man scoffed, his voice brimming with undisguised superiority, and gestured with his chin toward Fang Qingyu on the steps.

"They're quite sensible, knowing to wait at the door. But..."

His tone shifted, becoming commanding, "What are you sitting there for? Get down here and greet us!"

The figures on the steps remained motionless.

The three third-tier Martial Saints behind the young man changed their expressions almost instantly the moment he spoke.

The leader, a square-faced, peak-level third-tier Martial Saint with bulging temples, took a sudden step forward, his burly body blocking the young man like an iron wall.

His gaze was fixed on the figure sitting on the steps, leaning on a knife.

His eyes were filled with unprecedented solemnity and astonishment!

"Master, be careful!"

The square-faced martial saint's voice was deep and urgent, "This person... is not right!"

The young man was taken aback by his sudden action and tone. His arrogance froze, and he frowned as he looked at Fang Qingyu again: "What's the answer?"

His words stopped abruptly.

Because the figure on the steps, which had always been like a stone sculpture, moved.

Fang Qingyu, leaning on the Dragon Sparrow Slaying Blade, slowly stood up from the steps.

As he stood up.

The狰狞 ​​mask, composed of raging golden lightning, covered half his face; the vertical pupils that still burned with molten gold light even in the dim light; and the two illusory azure dragons that silently swirled around his arms, radiating a vast and majestic dragon aura.
It was clearly presented to everyone.

"Thor?!"

The other third-tier martial saint behind the square-faced martial saint exclaimed in surprise.

The young man, who was being protected in the middle, instantly had his arrogance and nonchalance replaced by seriousness.

Although he did not witness the battle on the viaduct firsthand.

But Thor's name and his terrifying exploits, which were widely known in Injustice City, were already legendary.

The iconic thunder mask and dragon shadow before you are unmistakable!
"go!"

The square-faced martial arts master reacted with lightning speed.

Without hesitation, he grabbed the young man's arm and tried to run with him.

The other two third-tier Martial Saints also instantly unleashed their blood and qi.

Prepare to cover the rear!

however--

Just as the square-faced martial saint dragged the young man around and took a step, at the very instant!
Boom!

A bolt of golden lightning, as thick as a bucket, struck down suddenly and without warning from the heavy, swirling clouds hanging low above their heads.

With a majestic divine power capable of tearing through the sky, it struck the ground less than five meters in front of them.

Boom——

The violent shockwave carried scorching air currents and flying debris and dirt.
It swept outwards like a tsunami.

The hard cement road surface was instantly blasted open, creating a large crater.

Countless tiny golden electric snakes leaped and crackled at the bottom, emitting a terrifying hissing sound!
The square-faced martial saint, the young man he was dragging, and two other third-tier martial saints who were preparing to cover the rear were all jolted by the lightning of heavenly punishment, their blood surging and their eardrums ringing. They were forced to stop in their tracks by the violent shockwave.

The pungent smell of ozone and the scorching heat filled the air.

The square-faced martial saint turned ashen-faced and abruptly turned around, staring intently at the figure on the steps that looked like a thunder god descending to earth.

He forcefully suppressed his surging blood and qi, his voice carrying a hint of bravado masking underlying weakness:

"Sir! We are from the Lingxiao Society! We advise you..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because the figure wearing a thunder mask on the steps moved.

Fang Qingyu raised the Dragon Sparrow Blade that he was leaning on, the tip of the blade pointing diagonally at the ground.

He slightly raised his chin, and his molten gold vertical pupils looked down at the eight terrified people below through the eye holes of his mask.

A calm, undisturbed sound echoed clearly in the deathly silent street:

"Call someone."

The square-faced martial arts master and the others were taken aback.

Call for help!?
What's your name?

They thought they had misheard.

Fang Qingyu was leaning on his knife.

Take a slow step forward.

The cement steps beneath my feet cracked silently.

The calm voice suddenly rose in pitch, like an unquestionable decree issued by a deity from the heavens, accompanied by destructive thunder, and exploded with a deafening roar!
"I told you to call for help!!!"

(End of this chapter)