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Chapter 315 We might all die here. (Seeking monthly votes!~)

The dust has not yet settled on the complete annihilation of the Blood Wolf Gang.

A newfound restlessness and clamor had already filled the air in the limestone area.
The Dragon Gang, which used to be huddled in a corner of the limestone district.

A low-level gang that survives by collecting meager protection fees in a few dilapidated alleys.

Overnight.

Like a python that has swallowed an entire whale, it suddenly swells up.

The tedious process of taking over the Blood Wolf Gang's vast territory was more like a grand harvest that lasted for several days.

Lei Meng and Liu San, along with a group of core members, worked almost day and night at the Blood Wolf Gang headquarters building.

Liquidate assets, take inventory of personnel, and take over the premises.
Each task is enough to drive anyone crazy.

But no one showed signs of fatigue on their faces; instead, they glowed with extreme excitement.

"My God!"

Liu San clutched a thick ledger in his hand, his fingers trembling slightly with excitement, his voice trembling, "Brother Mengmeng! Come and see! Those bastards in the Blood Wolf Gang are fucking rolling in money!"

He pointed to the densely packed numbers in the ledger, spitting almost onto Lei Meng's face: "Not counting the casino we robbed before, just the protection fees from their other nightclubs, pubs, and several streets alone, last month's net income was over 300,000 gray crystals!! And that doesn't even include their private lending and kickback income."

Three hundred thousand gray crystals!
This number struck like a thunderbolt, hitting the hearts of all the former Green Dragon Gang members present.

They used to guard a few dilapidated alleys, tightening their belts to barely earn 20,000 to 30,000 gray crystals a month. After deducting necessary expenses, they would share some leftovers with their brothers.

Of the funds that actually end up in the gang's public accounts, a few thousand would be considered good.

With this little money, let alone buying cultivation resources to improve our strength, we'd be stretched thin even if we could improve the brothers' meals or repair the dilapidated dormitory building.

No wonder the core members of the Azure Dragon Gang...

Everyone, including Lei Meng, the gang leader, had to squeeze into that drafty, unfinished cement building.

Cultivation depends entirely on one's own hard work and the occasional stroke of luck in picking up scraps.

The stark contrast left everyone momentarily speechless.

The only sounds in the air were heavy breathing and the rustling of account books being turned.

"Take a look at these!"

Liu San excitedly flipped open another booklet, which listed the real estate owned by the Blood Wolf Gang. "Just the rental properties alone number over seventy, big and small, plus the detached houses and townhouses where their core members live, especially this villa area behind the headquarters! Damn it, that old dog Wang Biao has taken over the most impressive one himself!"

Lei Meng's weathered face was now flushed red.

He rubbed his face vigorously, as if trying to wash away the air of poverty, his voice carrying a dazed, unreal quality: "Damn it, comparisons are odious! I used to think that running a casino was the best I could do. I never imagined..."

He looked around the spacious and luxurious office of the gang leader, with thick carpets and a huge mahogany desk, and then thought of his previous command post, which even had drafty windows. A great sense of pride, along with a heavy sense of pressure, welled up inside him.

"Bros!

Lei slammed his fist on the table, making a crystal ashtray vibrate loudly. His voice was resolute. "The Blood Wolf Gang's foundation is the starting capital of our Green Dragon Gang! With more territory comes more responsibility! Everyone, be on your best!"

His gaze swept sharply over the crowd: "Liu San! Get the accounts straight, Hui Jing, and lock them in the underground vault! Send three shifts to guard them! Not even a fly is allowed to get in!"

"Yes, boss!" Liu San immediately straightened his back.

“Scarface!” Lei Meng looked at the man standing to the side, his face still contorted with a ferocious scar, but his eyes now held a more complex and composed expression. “You’re familiar with the Blood Wolf Gang’s old guard. The task of calming them down and identifying capable individuals is yours! Those who wish to stay will be treated according to the Green Dragon Gang’s new rules, with even better benefits than before! Those who want to leave will be given travel expenses; we won’t force them to stay! But if they dare to disobey and betray us…”

A cold glint flashed in Lei Meng's eyes: "You know what to do!"

Scarface nodded emphatically: "Don't worry, Brother Meng, leave it to me!"

"Everyone else!" Lei Meng waved his hand. "Heads of each branch, immediately take your men and take over every street and every venue under our name! Smash all the Blood Wolf Gang's signs! Replace them with our Azure Dragon Flag! Tell everyone that the Gray Rock District has changed!"

"yes--!!!"

A huge chorus of agreement echoed throughout the office, filled with a sense of earth-shattering excitement.

As orders were issued, the entire Azure Dragon Gang sprang into action like a giant machine.

Fang Qingyu and the others also faced the moment of moving.

Behind the Blood Wolf Gang headquarters building.

There is a relatively quiet villa area.

This place was originally the residence of the Blood Wolf Gang's high-ranking members and core elites.

Now, it has naturally become the residence of the new elites of the Green Dragon Gang.

A four-story detached villa with a separate courtyard was allocated to Fang Qingyu and others.

And the Zijing Society member at the Martial Saint level who has temporarily changed his name to Su Qiang.

"Oh my goodness"

Chu Kuanglan pushed open the heavy, carved wooden door of the villa and looked inside at the smooth, mirror-like marble floor, the spacious and bright living room, the comfortable leather sofa, and the meticulously maintained small garden outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.
He spread his arms wide in an exaggerated manner, looking like a deflated balloon.

He collapsed onto the soft sofa with a thud.

He let out a long, satisfied sigh:

"Damn! This is a place where people should live!"

He rubbed himself hard on the sofa, as if trying to erase the hardships of living in a bare cement building, his voice filled with a sense of relief: "After being crammed into that awful place for so many days, I almost felt like I had traveled back decades to the countryside to work!"

Upon hearing this, Wei Banmeng, who was looking around the room, rolled her eyes at him and said in a cold voice, "There are plenty of people in the outside world who live in that kind of house, or even worse."

Chu Kuanglan sat up with a jolt, scratched his short, needle-like hair, and chuckled, "I know, I know, Sister Banmeng, I understand the logic!"

"I just couldn't get used to this paradise-like life all at once."

He looked around the spacious, bright, and fully furnished villa, then glanced at the lush green yard outside the window, and sighed, "Our hard times are finally over."

His words were half a joke, and half the truth.

The members of the Dawn Squad, including Lin Yu and the others, all wore relaxed smiles.

I've been in the city of injustice for about ten days.

The progress isn't too slow; at least we finally have a decent place to settle down.

Fang Qingyu ignored Chu Kuanglan's antics.

Instead, he walked to the center of the living room and glanced at everyone.

The people he brought, including the core members of Dawn, and the taciturn but composed "Su Qiang".

“The place is more spacious and the environment is better.” Fang Qingyu’s voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone’s ears. “But this is just the beginning.”

The relaxed atmosphere in the living room froze slightly as everyone quieted down and focused their attention on him.

"The Blood Wolf Gang has taken over the territory, but this is only a small step in the Gray Rock District."

Fang Qingyu continued calmly, "The next steps will be divided into two groups."

"First team." He looked at Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan, and the others, "Apart from the Dawn's personnel, you are responsible for finding out the remaining gangs in the Gray Rock District, as well as the detailed situation of our surrounding areas. The more detailed the information, the better, including the distribution of strength, key figures, and their backers."

"Knowing yourself and your enemy is the foundation for deciding whether to continue expanding your territory or consolidate your defense."

"Once we understand the situation clearly, we will urge Lei Meng to start expanding outwards."

Wei Banmeng and the others immediately nodded: "Understood!"

“The second route,” Fang Qingyu turned his gaze to Lin Yu and Qi Feng, “Lin Yu, Qi Feng. You two take the Dawn brothers and Su Qiang’s men and continue to infiltrate the city.”

"The targets remain the major gangs, especially the top ten powers. The Heavenly Punishment Society is still the top priority, but we should also gather as much information as possible about the movements and networks of other powers."

Lin Yu and Qi Feng exchanged a glance and replied in a deep voice, "Don't worry, we will be careful."

Fang Qingyu nodded slightly, paused, his molten gold vertical pupils sweeping over everyone present, and continued:
"However, above all these tasks, there is one most important task that everyone should not forget."

The crowd became even more focused.

"Enhance our strength."

Fang Qingyu said, enunciating each word clearly, "This is a long-term mission, and we cannot miss a single day."

"We can handle the fighting in the limestone district with our current manpower and strength."

"But as you have seen, the people Ling Xiao casually sends out are led by a peak third-tier expert, with more than a dozen third-tier specialists."

"Once we truly confront the behemoth of the inner city, without sufficient strength, everything is just empty talk."

He pointed to the comfortable villa: "With a better environment, resources will follow. The Blood Wolf Gang's resources are enough to support our cultivation needs for a period of time."

"In the City of Injustice, the third tier is the true backbone with a voice. If we remain content with the second tier, we will be insufficient to compete with those beyond that."

Old Chu and Wei Banmeng nodded in agreement.

Having experienced the despair of the City of Glazed Light and the hardships of their journey, they crave power more than anyone else.

In this chaotic and unjust city.

Strength is the only guarantee of survival and the right to speak.

"So," Fang Qingyu looked at Lin Yu, "the same goes for you people. Since Banmeng has already invited you to join, we're all on the same side now. Don't be shy about the resources you need for cultivation. Just ask Old Chu or this Brother Su Qiang."

He pointed to Chu Kuanglan and the Martial Saint who had remained silent.

The martial arts master of the Bauhinia Society, codenamed "Su Qiang," nodded slightly upon hearing this, indicating that he understood.

Currently, the people with the most influence in the gang are Su Qiang and Chu Kuanglan.

Lin Yu smiled gently and sincerely at Fang Qingyu and said, "Yes, I know, the brothers won't slack off."

Fang Qingyu nodded and said no more.

He looked at everyone and said, "Let's leave it at that for now. Everyone settle in and get familiar with the new environment. Jiang Wei and I are going out for a bit."

go out?

Everyone was slightly stunned.

Having just moved into her new home, and with the Blood Wolf Gang's cleanup still in full swing, where is Qingzi going?
However, no one asked any further questions. Wei Banmeng simply nodded and said, "Okay, be careful."

Chu Kuanglan waved his hand casually: "Don't worry, Qingzi, we'll take care of things at home!"

Fang Qingyu gave Jiang Wei a look, and the two of them got up and left the villa they had just moved into.

Outside the villa, the streets of the limestone district were much busier than usual.

The flags of the Green Dragon Gang were everywhere, and the gang members stood tall with their heads held high, their faces bearing the pride of victors.

An inconspicuous black sedan was parked quietly on the street corner.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei walked straight over, opened the back door, and got in.

A woman was sitting in the driver's seat.

She looked to be around thirty years old, with an ordinary face, the kind of person who would be hard to remember in a crowd, and was dressed in a neat gray casual outfit.

The only special thing about him was his eyes, which were calm and deep.

This person was Yan Lin.

However, this is clearly a new face.

The car started smoothly and merged into the traffic on the street.

Fang Qingyu's gaze fell on Yan Lin's rearview mirror in the driver's seat, where her ordinary face was reflected.

He spoke calmly, "Is this your true self?"

He had seen Yan Lin's previous appearance; the face before him was clearly another mask.

Yan Lin glanced at Fang Qingyu through the rearview mirror, a playful smile curving her lips, and deliberately made her voice a little hoarse: "Guess?"

She clearly didn't intend for Fang Qingyu to guess the riddle, and immediately dropped her teasing tone, becoming serious: "Just kidding, it's just appearance, it's not important. What's important is what you're going to face next."

She paused, her voice tinged with seriousness, "Competitive tournaments are not as simple as you think. Don't be careless."

Fang Qingyu leaned back in the back seat, closed his eyes slightly, and felt the slight bumps of the vehicle as it moved.

He certainly wouldn't be careless.

Since that night, Yan Lin said that her combat strength could only rank fifth at best.

Moreover, there are gods lurking in the shadows, watching us with predatory intent.

Fang Qingyu completely abandoned any underestimation of the top combat power of the City of Injustice.

"I know."

Fang Qingyu's voice was very calm.

And if we really underestimate it.

I wouldn't have chosen to fish in front of the nightclub that day.

Instead, they would directly lead those people to storm the headquarters of the Lingxiao Society.

Jiang Wei, standing next to her, also gave a soft "hmm," her little face serious.

However, she participated in the competition not for the pure crystal that could catalyze cultivation.

Jiang Wei had previously stated that resources such as Life Beads and Meditation Flowers were of little use to him.

So, items like pure crystals, which are catalytic resources, naturally wouldn't be of much use to her.

Jiang Wei participated in the competition purely for Fang Qingyu, hoping to win more Pure Crystals for him. As for asking City Lord Da Lei for help in obtaining Pure Crystals?

Fang Qingyu had never imagined it.

After seeing that the city lord knew the gang was trafficking people but chose to ignore it.

Fang Qingyu knew that he and this city lord were ultimately not on the same path.

The car sped along the wide road, and the scenery outside the window gradually changed from the messy and dilapidated limestone area to a well-ordered and prosperous one.

Shops lined up one after another, and well-dressed pedestrians.

Occasionally, one can see extraordinary individuals with a deep aura and hurried movements.

We've arrived in the city center.

The car eventually stopped in front of a magnificent skyscraper.

The building is entirely covered by dark glass curtain walls, which reflect a cold luster in the sunlight. The huge sign at the entrance reads "Injustice City Extraordinary Management Association" in bold letters.

The three got out of the car.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei had a slight thought, and instantly covered their faces with masks.

Fang Qingyu's mask was a hideous lightning pattern made of fine golden electric arcs, while Jiang Wei's mask was a pure white flame mask as thin as a cicada's wing, revealing only a pair of clear but inhuman red eyes.

This level of energy manifestation is commonplace in the City of Injustice and does not cause panic.

Yan Lin was clearly very familiar with this place.

She led the two into a spacious and bright hall paved with polished marble, ignoring the curious or awe-inspiring glances from those around them, and headed straight for a front desk with a sign that read "Event Registration".

Behind the reception desk sat a kind-looking middle-aged woman who appeared to be in her forties or fifties, and she was organizing documents with her head down.

"Sister Wang, are you busy?"

Yan Lin stepped forward and greeted him familiarly, her voice returning to its previous feigned normalcy.

The woman, addressed as Sister Wang, looked up, saw Yan Lin, and immediately broke into a warm smile: "Oh, it's Xiao Lin! What a rare guest! What brings you here today?"

"Yes, I'm bringing two friends to register for the competition."

Yan Lin smiled and pointed to Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei behind her.

Sister Wang's gaze fell on the two people's distinctive lightning and flame masks, and a fleeting, almost imperceptible look of surprise flashed in her eyes.

As the association's receptionist, she was very well-informed.

He had naturally heard the rumors about "Thor" and "White Fire," who were currently the most talked-about figures in the city.

"Oh? Participating in the competition is great! Welcome, welcome!"

Sister Wang's smile grew even warmer as she habitually reached for the registration form. "Come on, fill out this form."

But before she could finish speaking...

Yan Lin leaned down slightly, got close to her ear, and whispered something in a very low voice.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei only saw Wang Jie's smile freeze slightly, and her eyes instantly become extremely solemn, even carrying a hint of undisguised respect and fear.

She glanced quickly at Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei.

He then nodded vigorously at Yan Lin, saying repeatedly, "No problem! No problem! I understand! Don't worry!"

She immediately withdrew her hand from the form and turned to quickly operate the crystal control panel in front of her.

Fingers flew across the screen, and the light curtain flickered.

Throughout the entire process, she never mentioned needing proof of identity or verification of her abilities again.

Less than a minute.

"All right!"

With an almost fawning smile on her face, Sister Wang respectfully handed over two palm-sized, black cards that were neither gold nor jade.

The card feels warm and smooth to the touch, with the character "叁" etched on the front.

It is surrounded by intricate cloud patterns, while the back features an abstract arena design.

"These are the participation vouchers for our two distinguished guests. Please keep them safe. The Tier 3 competition will officially begin in a month. The Tier 1 competition has just ended, and the Tier 2 competition is currently in the registration and qualification screening stage," Sister Wang explained solicitously.

"Thank you for your help, Sister Wang."

Yan Lin took the cards and handed them to Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei respectively.

"You're too kind! It's my pleasure! I wish both of you great success!"

Sister Wang waved her hands repeatedly, her attitude unusually humble.

The three of them didn't linger; they took the cards and turned to leave the hall.

The whole process went smoothly, and he didn't even need to pay attention to the curious glances from other people waiting to register at the registration desk.

Back in the car, Fang Qingyu stroked the warm, black card in his hand, feeling the subtle energy imprint contained within it.

He looked at Yan Lin, who was restarting the car from the driver's seat, and said, "President Yan, there's something I'd like to ask you."

"Ok?"

Yan Lin looked at him through the rearview mirror.

"Could we let Lao Chu and the others participate in the competition as well?" Fang Qingyu asked. "Let them participate in the second-tier group."

Before coming, he didn't expect Yan Lin's pseudonym to have such great influence in the sports association, that it could even skip the most basic identity verification.

This is like a pillow sent to someone who's sleepy.

Chu Kuanglan, Qi Hao, Lü Chen, Wei Banmeng, and even Lin Yu, all of whom are at the peak of the second tier, are all veterans of countless battles.
Let them participate in the second-tier group competition.

You can definitely get some pure crystals.

This can greatly save them training time.

This is also a good thing for Fang Qingyu, because the stronger they are, the lighter his burden will be.

Yan Lin remained silent for a few seconds after hearing this.

Fang Qingyu could feel her gaze lingering on his face for a moment through the rearview mirror.

"Sure." Yan Lin's voice was devoid of emotion as she readily agreed, "I'll bring them to register tomorrow."

Fang Qingyu felt a little relieved and nodded: "Then thank you very much, Chairman Yan."

"Easy to do."

Yan Lin replied calmly.

Fang Qingyu leaned back in his chair, looking at the fleeting street scene outside the window, feeling somewhat helpless.

Yan Lin seems to only care about herself and Jiang Wei.

Otherwise, knowing he had such connections, he wouldn't have only invited himself and Jiang Wei that night.

Instead, they will invite Fang Qingyu's entire team, allowing them to participate in the competition without revealing their identities.

Fang Qingyu's initiative in speaking up this time naturally resulted in him incurring a small favor.

However, Fang Qingyu didn't care.

After all, it's all for the sake of helping Lao Chu and the others improve, so this small favor is nothing compared to that.

The car weaved through the bustling streets and eventually entered a quieter and more elegant area, stopping in front of a uniquely designed skyscraper with a huge floor-to-ceiling glass curtain wall.

Top of the building.

The four large, brightly lit characters “Yun Duan Guan Lan” (Cloud Viewing the Waves) stood out prominently in the twilight.

"Let's go upstairs and have a meal. I'll show you around the scenery while we're at it."

Yan Lin parked the car, unbuckled her seatbelt, and said.

Enjoying the scenery?
Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei exchanged a glance, both somewhat surprised.

Given Yan Lin's style of doing things, the fact that she specially brought them to such a high-end restaurant probably meant more than just eating and enjoying the view.

The three of them took the high-speed crystal elevator directly to the top floor.

The moment the elevator doors opened, the view suddenly opened up.

This is an extremely luxurious revolving restaurant.

Beneath your feet is a gleaming dark floor, and all around are huge floor-to-ceiling windows several meters high, offering a 360-degree panoramic view of the magnificent and complex steel jungle of the City of Injustice.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast a warm golden glow over the cold city.

Countless lights lit up one after another like stars, and the winding streets resembled a flowing galaxy.

Soft music played in the restaurant, and well-dressed waiters moved about silently.

The air was filled with the aroma of food and wine.

Yan Lin had clearly made a reservation beforehand, leading the two to a perfect spot by the window.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows offer an unobstructed view of the city.

The waiter brought the menu, and Yan Lin casually ordered a few signature dishes and drinks.

While waiting, she didn't look at the menu or the view outside the window. Instead, she crossed her hands under her chin, leaned forward slightly, and gazed through the huge glass window in a specific direction of the city.

Fang Qingyu followed her gaze.

Amidst the rows of modern high-rise buildings, separated by a wide plaza and green belt, stands a vast complex of buildings with a distinct style.

The core of that building complex.

It is an exceptionally tall main hall with a pointed roof, its entire structure made of dark stone.

Its shape is not the usual square or round, but has an indescribable sharpness and twisting. The huge spire is like a claw piercing the sky, or like the roots of some kind of twisted and growing giant tree.

Surrounding the main hall are several secondary halls and towers with the same bizarre style and sharp lines.

The surfaces of these buildings are carved with countless intricate and abstract patterns.

In the light of the setting sun, it casts a deep shadow, which, when viewed from afar, looks like countless eyes peering out from the shadows.

The entire complex is surrounded by a stone wall covered with thorny spikes.

Inside the walls, there appear to be some oddly structured, maze-like low corridors and small courtyards.

The entire area exuded an indescribable solemnity, oppression, and eeriness.

Unlike other areas that are brightly lit and bustling with traffic.

The building complex appeared exceptionally dark and quiet at that moment.

"Over there," Yan Lin said in a low voice, clearly reaching Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei's ears, "that's the Heavenly Punishment Society."

Fang Qingyu's pupils contracted slightly, his gaze fixed on the strangely styled group of buildings, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

After a few seconds of silence, he slowly spoke, his voice carrying a hint of inquiry: "Is the Heavenly Punishment Society some kind of religious organization?"

Those buildings were clearly not modern.

Instead, it carries a strong religious style.

Yan Lin nodded slightly, her gaze remaining fixed on that area, her expression becoming extremely solemn.

"I had always suspected that they were a cult of some powerful alien god."

She paused, seemingly choosing her words carefully, "but then I realized it wasn't that simple."

She slowly turned her head, looking at Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei, and said in a lower voice, word by word:

"It's more like an ancient cult, worshipping some indescribable thing. You know what I mean?"

Cult?

Fang Qingyu was taken aback.

It is clear that Yan Lin is not referring to an evil cult here.

But Fang Qingyu couldn't quite understand it.

If gods already exist, why would anyone worship some nonsensical things?

Even believing in an evil god is a perfectly normal thing.

Fang Qingyu nodded slowly, "I understand."

Sitting next to her, Jiang Wei's clear red eyes flashed with understanding, and she added in a cool voice, "Yes, I've met some cults before."

Yan Lin received affirmative responses from both of them.

With his hands crossed and resting on his chin, he exerted a little more force, causing his body to lean forward even more:
"Therefore, we must find out exactly what they worship and what taboo rituals they follow. Only by truly understanding these things will we have a chance."

Her gaze slowly swept across Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei's faces, finally settling on the eerie cluster of buildings outside the window.

"Otherwise, we might all die here."

(End of this chapter)