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Chapter 312 I want to laugh, and I want to cry at the same time! ~ (Please vote with monthly tickets! ~)

In front of a nightclub in the limestone district.

The air was as thick as solidified lead.

Fang Qingyu sat leaning on his sword, his molten gold vertical pupils beneath his golden thunder mask looking down at the eight members of the Lingxiao Society who were still in shock.

That decree, accompanied by destructive thunder.

Like a massive, tangible hammer.

It pierced deep into the eardrums of each of them.

The shock nearly stopped my heart.

The square-faced third-tier martial saint at the head of the group instantly broke out in large beads of cold sweat, which rolled down his taut temples.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down with difficulty.

My throat was so dry that I couldn't make a sound.

I felt a chill rush from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, and my limbs and bones felt stiff and cold.

Call...call someone?

What is this god of death up to?!

They were just in the Greyrock District to take over a newly captured small gang and, incidentally, to ensure the safety of the temporary supply depot.
This should have been a simple, easy task.

You could even just send any Tier 3 player who can give their name.

If it weren't for the young master Zhang Shisi's sudden urge to come and see the world, the three of them at the third level wouldn't have needed to all come out.

But who would have thought.
You'll run headfirst into this evil spirit.

Thor!

The battle on the overpass, in which a golden thunder dragon tore through the sky and collapsed a hundred-meter-high overpass, has already spread throughout the City of Injustice through various channels.

Those were truly the absolute powerhouses standing at the very top of the pyramid, capable of stirring up the winds and clouds within the inner city.

Their combat strength has long been recognized by all parties as belonging to the top small group.

How could such a thing appear in an outer city like the Gray Rock District?
How could they reveal such naked and undisguised killing intent towards this group of Lingxiao Society members?
Young Master Zhang's face was ashen, and his lips trembled uncontrollably.

He was used to bullying others by relying on the Zhang family's name in the Lingxiao Association.

I have never truly faced such overwhelming killing intent and pressure.

At that moment, he felt a warm sensation in his crotch, and his legs trembled like leaves. He only managed to stay upright because the square-faced martial saint held his arms tightly.

He couldn't figure it out.

I can't figure it out at all.

When did the Zhang family, the Lingxiao Society, ever have an irreconcilable blood feud with Thor?!
"Lord Thor!"

Zhang Shisi suddenly jolted awake.

He forcefully suppressed the scream that was about to burst from his throat.

Her voice trembled uncontrollably, laced with a tearful, fawning tone, "Please wait a moment! I'll call right now! I'll call someone immediately! Please wait a moment!"

He practically used both hands and feet to pull his phone out of his pocket.

My fingers were stiff and unresponsive from extreme fear, and I almost dropped the phone several times.

The phone was dialed, and the long, drawn-out waiting tone sounded particularly jarring in the deathly silence.

Once, twice, three times.
Zhang Shisi's heart pounded wildly with the waiting tone, almost leaping out of his throat.

Cold sweat soaked through the lining of his expensive silver-gray suit, sticking to his skin with a sticky, icy feel.

He stared intently at his phone screen, praying frantically in his mind: Answer it! Answer it quickly!
Finally, just before the tolling ended, the call was connected.

An old man's voice, tinged with obvious impatience and a hint of weariness, rang out.

"Fourteen? What is it? Didn't I send you to the Gray Rock District to handle some minor matters? Don't tell me you can't even handle something this simple!"

Zhang Shisi felt like he had grasped at the last straw.

The voice, piercing with excitement and fear, rose sharply: "Uncle Zhang! Help! Help, Uncle Zhang! I've encountered Thor! Thor!! The Thor on the overpass! He's going to kill us! He's right in front of me! He wants to see the Ancestor! Uncle Zhang! Please beg the Ancestor to save us!!!"

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.

Obviously.

The weight of the words "Thor".

That was enough to instantly sober up Uncle Zhang on the other end of the phone.

A few seconds later, Uncle Zhang's voice rang out again.

The previous impatience was gone, replaced by a solemn expression and a hint of disbelief and astonishment: "What did you say? Thor?! He wants to see the Ancestor?! Fourteen, you better explain yourself! What's going on? How did you offend him?!"

"I don't know, Uncle Zhang!" Zhang Shisi was almost in tears, rambling incoherently, "We had just arrived at that nightclub in the Gray Rock District when Thor was sitting at the entrance. He attacked us without warning, freezing us all in place with lightning! He specifically asked to see the Ancestor."

The person he was calling was the true pillar of the Zhang family.

He is the president of the Lingxiao Society.

This was the ancestor that Zhang Shisi had to look up to in the family genealogy, and whose face was rarely seen.

Zhang Lingxiao.

Only the ancestor, this giant who has stood in the City of Injustice for decades and truly reached the pinnacle, could possibly save his life in front of this Thor!
However, the very next second after Zhang Shisi cried out and begged.
A blinding golden light suddenly shone beside him!

Fang Qingyu appeared beside Zhang Shisi as if by teleportation.

The speed was so fast that even the three third-tier Martial Saints only had time for their pupils to shrink.

However, the body cannot react at all.

Fang Qingyu didn't look at Zhang Shisi's face, which was contorted with extreme fear. Instead, he turned his head slightly and spoke calmly through the thunder mask to the phone that Zhang Shisi was clutching tightly in his hand.

"If you don't send someone over soon, the people here will die."

On the other end of the phone.

The top floor of the Lingxiao Club headquarters building.

In that luxurious yet cold office.

Uncle Zhang, the head of the household, was leaning back in his large leather swivel chair, rubbing his temples in frustration.

The news that Zhang Shisi, this good-for-nothing playboy, had caused trouble again made him feel uneasy.

However, when that cold, calm, and emotionless voice clearly reached his ears through the telephone receiver, Uncle Zhang's body suddenly stiffened.

Uncle Zhang understood the meaning in Fang Qingyu's tone, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

Forcing himself to calm down, he said, "Lord Thor, I wonder how these unworthy juniors of mine have offended you?"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Fang Qingyu's gaze had already passed over Zhang Shisi, who was trembling like a leaf in front of him, and landed on the dilapidated nightclub door behind him.

The calm voice rang out again, interrupting Uncle Zhang's probing, like a final judgment:

"ten minutes."

"If no one comes in ten minutes, we should prepare to collect their bodies."

The moment the words fell.

Fang Qingyu's left hand, hanging at his side, had its index finger pointing forward with an extremely subtle motion.

Zila——! ! !
A golden arc of electricity, as thin as a hair yet dazzlingly bright, shot out from Fang Qingyu's fingertip and precisely wrapped around the telephone in Zhang Shisi's hand.

The phone instantly melted into a small pool of molten, red-hot metal.

It dripped onto the charred cement floor.

It makes a soft "buzzing" sound.

A wisp of pungent blue smoke rose up.

Zhang Shisi felt a piercing burning pain in his palm, and instinctively screamed in agony, violently shaking his hand away.

However, apart from the lingering hot touch and a few splattered sparks of scorching metal, his hands were empty.

at the same time!

Rumble——! ! !
The heavy, swirling clouds overhead looked like they had been brewing for a long time.

As if finally receiving some kind of instruction, it suddenly sank downwards.

The clouds seemed to be only a hundred meters away from the ground, almost within reach.

Countless fine golden arcs of electricity, like a raging spider web, burst forth from the depths of the clouds in an instant!

It turned into a physical shackle.

Chi chi chi——! ! !
Eight golden electric snakes, each as thick as a chopstick, descended from the sky like living chains, instantly wrapping around the necks of Zhang Shisi and the seven Lingxiao martial artists with pinpoint accuracy.

There were no violent screams of pain.

Only a muffled groan, as if someone were being choked.

The golden electric snake carried a terrifying paralyzing power.

It instantly froze the surging blood and energy within their bodies.

Both the Qi and Blood Method and the Visualization Method were completely frozen at this moment.

Pfft!Pfft!
Apart from the three third-tier Martial Saints, who could barely maintain their standing posture thanks to their powerful physical bodies.

Their bodies trembled violently, their faces flushed red. The five second-tier martial artists, including Zhang Shisi, collapsed to the ground as if all their bones had been removed. Like fish out of water, they could only open their mouths in vain, unable to utter a sound. Their eyes were filled with boundless fear and despair.

They became fish meat nailed to a chopping board.

Life and death were in Fang Qingyu's hands.

Fang Qingyu did all this without even a flicker of emotion in his eyes.

The illusory image of Shunshi Longgong, wrapped around his arms, continued to hover silently, emitting a deep yet majestic dragon roar.

He then slowly turned around and walked step by step back to the top of the concrete steps in front of the nightclub.

The golden lightning on his body was no longer confined to the mask.

Blinding golden lightning erupted from his body, like burning golden flames, enveloping his entire figure.

Magnificent divine power.

Like a thunderous ruler walking among mortals!

Fang Qingyu leaned on the Dragon Sparrow Slaying Blade again and slowly sat down.

Its vertical pupils, molten gold, pierced through the brilliance of thunder and the low-hanging dark clouds, coldly surveying its prey pinned to the spot below.

Of course he knew.

The eight people in front of them are not the true core decision-making body of the Lingxiao Society.

They didn't provoke them.

Before today, Fang Qingyu was a complete stranger to them.

But does it matter?

Those women imprisoned in the cold stone chambers, naked and with empty, desperate eyes, who did they offend?

What did they do wrong?
Anger roared beneath Fang Qingyu's calm exterior.

Only these eight people were killed.
not enough!

Far from enough!

This could not quell the anger burning within me.
We need more.
Kill more!
So, Fang Qing is sitting here.

He is waiting.

at the same time.

The City of Injustice, the Lord's Mansion, top floor.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows lies a vibrant cityscape of steel and concrete, a tapestry of dazzling lights.

Lord Da Lei still stood with his hands behind his back.

The hem of the dark robe fluttered gently in the barely perceptible airflow.

His young yet weathered face was expressionless, his deep eyes seemingly reflecting an ancient galaxy, yet also appearing utterly empty.

Tuk-tuk-tuk!
The urgent knocking broke the silence of the top floor, carrying a rare hint of panic.

Da Lei's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

"Enter."

The door slid open silently, and the old man with a stern face walked in with a hurried gait. Fine beads of sweat glistened on his forehead. He quickly walked three steps behind Da Lei and bowed deeply: "Sir!"

"speak."

Da Lei's voice was calm and even, his gaze still fixed on the window.

The old man spoke rapidly, his voice heavy with apprehension: "An unusually powerful energy fluctuation has been detected at the edge of the limestone area! The source is Fang Qingyu!"

Da Lei's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly, but his tone remained indifferent: "Oh? Who did you fight? The Ghost? Or some ignorant gang?"

"They're from the Lingxiao Society!"

The old man quickly added, "He has now suppressed several members of the Lingxiao Society, and..."

The old man paused, seemingly considering his words.

"And what?"

Da Lei finally turned around slowly, his gaze, as if it were a solid object, falling on the old man on his calm, still face.

The old man felt the pressure of that gaze, lowered his head even further, and said in a voice with a barely perceptible strain: "Moreover, Fang Qingyu did not activate his force field!"

"..."

The air, at this moment, truly froze.

For the first time, Da Lei's indifferent gaze, which had remained unchanged for millennia, showed a noticeable change.

A barely perceptible hint of surprise rippled through his deep eyes, like a pebble thrown into an ancient pool.

The force field is not activated?
In the City of Injustice, when high-level superhumans clash, activating a force field to isolate the inside from the outside and prevent innocent people from being affected is an almost instinctive common sense and one of the unwritten rules that maintain the superficial order of this fragile city.

Within the force field, life and death are the sole responsibility of the individual.

All energy fluctuations and battle scenes were isolated, as if they had been transported to another dimension.

Outside the force field lies the normal world.

Fang Qingyu actually attacked the Lingxiao Society members directly in the real world, on the streets of the Gray Rock District?!
This kid.
What exactly are they trying to do?!

A few seconds of absolute silence.

The old man remained bowed, cold sweat trickling down his temples, and he could even hear his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

But he didn't dare to look up.

He could only stare intently at the spotless, mirror-like floor beneath his feet.

Then, he heard extremely faint footsteps.

He looked up sharply.

Before me, the huge floor-to-ceiling window was now completely empty.

The figure in black vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

Lingxiao Club Headquarters Building.

The top-level office of the chief steward of internal affairs.

"Useless! A bunch of good-for-nothings who are more likely to ruin everything!!!"

The valuable purple clay teapot was slammed to the ground and smashed to pieces.

The scalding hot tea mixed with tea leaves splashed out, staining the expensive Persian carpet.

Uncle Zhang, the chief steward of internal affairs.

This old man, who held a prestigious position within the Lingxiao Society and was known for his deep cunning, was now like a raging lion, his eyes bloodshot and the veins on his forehead bulging like earthworms.

Chest rises and falls violently.

He had ripped open two buttons on the front of his expensive silk Tang suit, revealing skin flushed red with anger.

He roughly swept the documents and ornaments off his desk, leaving a mess.

"Thor! Thor!! Why the hell did it have to be Thor?! That bastard Zhang Shisi! He managed to cause such a huge mess even when he was tasked with recruiting a small gang! What on earth did he do?!"

The roar echoed through the well-soundproofed office.

The vibrations caused the crystal chandelier to sway slightly.

The office door was carefully pushed open.

The middle-aged man, whom Uncle Zhang called A-Bao, who was previously in charge of reporting on the situation in the Gray Rock District, strode in.

Seeing the mess and the furious Uncle Zhang, a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

"Boss?"

Ah Bao's voice carried a questioning tone. He quickly stepped forward, gently picked up a jade ornament that had almost been crushed by Uncle Zhang, and placed it on the relatively intact corner of the table.

Uncle Zhang suddenly turned around, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Ah Bao.

His eyes were like those of a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey.

He took several heavy breaths, forcibly suppressing the anger that was about to erupt, his voice becoming hoarse and distorted from the suppression:
"Little Fourteen, we ran into Thor at that nightclub in the Gray Rock District!"

Ah Bao was slightly taken aback when he heard this.

Thor?!
That jinxed overpass?!
"Thor has them under control! He said if they don't send anyone over in ten minutes, he'll collect their corpses!"

Uncle Zhang practically gritted his teeth as he uttered those words, his facial muscles twitching.

Even if Xiao Sisi is a good-for-nothing, he is still his own son.

He is the continuation of his bloodline in the Zhang family.

A chill instantly ran up Ah Bao's spine.

He instantly understood the seriousness of the situation and why Uncle Zhang had lost his composure.

He immediately straightened his back, his eyes sharp: "Boss! I'll take men over there! Right now! We'll bring the young master back safely!"

Uncle Zhang looked at Ah Bao, his anger subsiding slightly, but more so a deep anxiety and weighing of options.

He remained silent for a few seconds, as if weighing the pros and cons.

Finally, with a heavy wave of his hand, he gave the order in rapid succession:

"Alright! Ah Bao, take your men there immediately! Remember! First, unless absolutely necessary, do not get into a conflict with Thor! He's a madman, and there's also Whitefire who's probably his teammate. You can't possibly be a match for both of them combined."

"Second, get to the bottom of this! Find out for me at all costs! What exactly did Little Fourteen and the others do to offend Thor? Did they accidentally hurt one of his men? Or did they touch something they shouldn't have? Or is there something in that temporary location down there that he's got his eye on? Find the reason! As long as it's not a complete blood feud, everything is negotiable! Let him name his terms."

He paused, his eyes turning incredibly sinister, and added, "Third, if Thor insists on killing, or if the situation completely spirals out of control, then at all costs, rescue Little Fourteen! Take the others if you can, otherwise abandon them!"

He spoke the last few words with extraordinary difficulty, with a coldness that suggested he was cutting off his own arm to survive.

Sacrificing those three Tier 3 individuals for his son was painful, but not unbearable.

As for the second order
It's not considered a unit in his eyes yet.

"Yes, boss! I understand!"

Without any hesitation, Ah Bao nodded emphatically.

He knew Zhang Shu's unspoken message perfectly.

He turned around and strode out of the office.

Inside the office, only Uncle Zhang remained.

After the rage comes a deeper chill and anxiety.

He paced irritably through the mess, his expensive leather shoes crunching on the broken porcelain shards and damp tea leaves.

Let Thor set the conditions?

talk?
The prerequisite for any conversation is knowing what the other party wants.

But now, he knows nothing about Thor's motives.

This is the most deadly.

He abruptly stopped, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

We can't wait any longer; we must seize the initiative as soon as possible.

He strode to his desk, ignoring the mess on the floor, picked up another encrypted phone on the desk, and dialed an extremely secretive number with trembling fingers.

The phone was answered after only two rings.

A languid, charming, and slightly cynical young female voice rang out, hooked like a hook that could easily tug at a man's heartstrings: "Oh~ a rare guest! Manager Zhang? What, have you made up your mind? Want to buy our dark web intelligence? Is it the whereabouts of those missing Pure Crystals? Or is it some dirt on one of your rivals?"

Uncle Zhang took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his disgust and eagerness, and said in a low and direct voice: "I want Thor's information, everything you have about them, their identities, origins, purposes, weaknesses, everything! Name your price!"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a light, teasing chuckle: "Heh heh heh, Manager Zhang certainly has a grand gesture. But..."

The woman's voice trailed off, with a teasing tone, like a cat playing with a mouse, "Thor and Whitefire, these are two big fish, tied together."

"According to the rules, we can't sell them separately. As you know, when we do business on the dark web, we value the integrity of the information chain the most."

Uncle Zhang's face instantly turned ashen.

His knuckles turned white from gripping the phone so tightly that the veins on the back of his hand stood out.

He certainly knew the nature of those vampires on the "dark web".

Selling them bundled together? That's clearly price gouging.

"Ten million!"

Uncle Zhang practically gritted his teeth as he rattled off an astronomical figure that would bankrupt many of the big gangs in the inner city: "Just buy Thor's core information! I don't need Whitefire's for now!"

"Oh dear~" the woman exclaimed with exaggerated regret, "Manager Zhang, this won't do. Rules are rules. Bound intelligence becomes worthless when separated, and it's easy to mislead you, isn't it? If you make a wrong judgment because of incomplete information, the consequences... tsk tsk tsk, our dark web can't afford that. So, we can only sell them together for a flat price of 20 million."

"you--!"

Uncle Zhang felt a rush of heat to his head, his vision went black, and he almost crushed the phone.

Twenty million!!!
Still the Gray Crystal from the City of Injustice!

It's not the federal banknotes used in the outside world.

On the other end of the phone, she could almost see his fury; her giggles grew even more delightful: "Manager Zhang, don't be angry. Thor and White Fire are worth the price. Think about it, knowing their background is like holding their lifeline in your hands. This investment is absolutely worthwhile. Why don't you consider it?"

"it is good!!!"

Uncle Zhang abruptly interrupted the other party, his voice somewhat aggrieved, "Twenty million, send me the account details, and give me the intelligence immediately."

"Excellent! Steward Zhang is indeed straightforward!"

The woman's voice carried a triumphant smile, "The account details will be sent to your backup phone immediately. Money received, intelligence delivered instantly! Happy cooperation~"

The call was hung up.

Uncle Zhang slumped heavily against the cold chair back, as if he had collapsed, his chest heaving violently.

He closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them a few seconds later, his eyes filled with a desperate madness.

He picked up the phone on the table and said in a hoarse voice:

"Finance department, immediately transfer 20 million gray crystals to this account."

He gave me a encrypted account that he had just received.

"Yes, Steward!"

A respectful yet surprised response came from the other end of the phone.

In front of the Phantom Nightclub in the Grey Rock District.

Time passes minute by minute.

The eight members of the Lingxiao Society were pinned to the spot by golden lightning shackles.

It was like being roasted over a low flame.

The three third-tier Martial Saints could barely stand, but their muscles were bulging, their veins were bulging under their skin like earthworms, cold sweat poured down their foreheads, and their teeth were clenched so tightly they were making a grinding sound.

They were using all their life's cultivation to fight against the golden electric snakes that were coiling around their necks and paralyzing their blood and qi.

The electric snake was like a leech clinging to their bones; every tiny pulsation made their blood boil and their vision go black.

Their pride lies in their strength.

Before this thunder originating from the heavens, it was as fragile as paper.

Zhang Shisi and the other four second-tier martial artists were like fish thrown ashore, lying paralyzed on the ground, their bodies twitching intermittently, with faint white foam oozing from their mouths and noses, their eyes unfocused, on the verge of complete collapse.

The shadow of death has never been so real as it is now.

In this suffocating, deathly silence of waiting.

Inside the nightclub's dilapidated door, the light and shadow flickered slightly.

A figure, enveloped in a layer of almost transparent pure white flames, silently emerged from the darkness within the door.

The flames were not intense.

Yet it carries a purity that burns away all the sins of the world.

White fire!

The moment that figure appeared, Zhang Shisi, who was lying on the ground, suddenly had his pupils shrink to the size of pinpoints.

As expected, these two people were together.

Endless despair, like a cold tide, instantly engulfed him completely.

Jiang Wei ignored the Lingxiao Society members who were stuck at the door.

They were as if they were just unsightly stones on the roadside.

She walked barefoot on the cold, rough cement floor, and the faint white flames enveloping her left no trace.

She walked straight down the steps, tilted her head slightly, and looked up at the figure bathed in golden lightning at the top of the steps.

Her clear red eyes shimmered with an unusual glow under the golden lightning.

"Qingzi." Her voice was clear and calm, like a mountain stream. "I let them go first."

Fang Qingyu's molten gold vertical pupils lowered slightly, landing on Jiang Wei. His expression was obscured by the thunder mask, only a low reply came through: "Mm."

This brief conversation, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, created ripples in the still air.

Should we let them go first?

they?

Zhang Shisi, who was lying on the ground, and the three third-level Martial Saints who were struggling to hold on, felt as if they had been struck by lightning.

Are those people referring to...?
What about the goods locked in the underground cells?!

Could it be that Thor and this white fire were targeting them specifically because of these goods?!

This idea lingered in the minds of everyone in the Lingxiao Society.

The fear in their eyes was completely replaced by confusion and utter absurdity.
The question remains: would two such terrifying individuals really stand up for ordinary people?

Absurdity lies in
Two such terrifying people would stand up for a group of ordinary people.
In this city of injustice, it is utterly absurd.

Because in the City of Injustice, although superhumans cannot harm ordinary people, the status of ordinary people is undoubtedly lower than that of superhumans.

Even if ordinary people live better lives than those with superhuman abilities.

Even if ordinary people are richer than superhumans.

But it's absolutely impossible for an ordinary person to dare to jump in front of a superhuman.

So when they learned that the two might be standing up for ordinary people.
Zhang Shisi's mouth opened unconsciously, and a strange "hoarse" sound came from his throat.

It seemed like I wanted to laugh at the same time, but also wanted to cry.
(End of this chapter)