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Chapter 354 Fang Qingyu, you've gone too far!!!
The city center of the city of injustice.

It has always been a synonym for noise and extravagance.

The relentless torrent of neon lights washes over the city, turning the sky into a mesmerizing sea of ​​light.

Desire is amplified to an extreme here.

The aura of money and power was so thick it was almost dripping.

In this bizarre and fantastical core area.

It stands as the crown of the night sky.

The most luxurious hotel in the City of Injustice.

At this moment, on the top floor of the Crown of Night, in a private room called Cloud Peak, the atmosphere was completely opposite to the hustle and bustle outside.

Thick soundproofing materials shut out all city noise.

The only remaining light in the private room was the cold, white glow from the central crystal chandelier, and a sense of oppression.

Beside a huge circular wine table.

Seven people sat in silence.

Four men and three women.

The old man from the Lingxiao Society had white hair and beard and was dressed in a well-tailored dark gray Tang suit.

He was currently sitting with his hands crossed on the smooth tabletop, his cloudy eyes lowered, staring at the intricate wood grain on the table.

The ash from the cigar held between his fingers had accumulated to a considerable length and was about to fall off.

To his left is the representative of Blood Rose.

A woman whose beauty was almost otherworldly.

She wore a scarlet, tight-fitting long dress that accentuated her breathtaking curves.

She leaned back lazily in her chair, her slender fingers, painted with the same color nail polish, casually twirling the wine glass in front of her.

Further on were representatives of the Hellfire Order.

A bald, exceptionally burly man, wearing a sleeveless black leather vest, had his exposed, knotted muscles covered in menacing dark red tattoos, like flowing lava.

Opposite him, the representative from Qianjilou appeared much more refined.

A middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a well-tailored suit had a refined and scholarly air about him.

The other three are from the Faceless Brotherhood, the Listening Tide Pavilion, and the Hanging Temple, respectively.

The people had different expressions; some were smoking irritably, some were staring blankly at their wine glasses, and some simply closed their eyes to rest.

Without exception, their brows were furrowed with an unyielding solemnity.

silence.

All that remained was the faint hissing sound of the burning cigar.

a long time.

"call--"

The old man from the Lingxiao Society finally exhaled a long breath of stale air, heavy with the smell of tobacco.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"Don't all stay silent, everyone."

The old man's voice was hoarse and dry, "Tell me, what are you planning to do?"

The woman from Blood Rose stopped swirling her wine glass, a sarcastic smile curving her red lips, her voice laced with a lazy, alluring quality: "What else can we do? Brother Ling Xiao, you are a man of high standing and great experience, why don't you point me in the right direction?"

She picked up her wine glass, took a small sip, and the scarlet liquid stained her lips, adding to her eerie appearance.

"In my opinion, those that deserve to be killed should be killed. Since those insects dared to burrow into our territory, they should be prepared to be crushed."

"Humph!"

The burly man from the Cult of Hellfire suddenly opened his eyes.

A deep, thunderous snort came from the nostrils beneath the mask.

His rough voice carried an undisguised murderous intent: "That's right! They deserve to die! Leave no one alive! This time, the seven of us will join forces and go back to turn our own nests upside down! I want to see just how many of these inhuman monsters the Heavenly Punishment Society has planted in our gangs. Drag them all out, chop them up, and feed them to the dogs!"

He then abruptly turned his head, his gaze fixed on the middle-aged man from the Thousand Machine Tower, his voice filled with a threatening, interrogative tone: "Old fox, your Thousand Machine Tower is known as the City of Injustice, there's nothing you don't know. Don't tell me you haven't received a single tip about this wicked method of turning people into puppets? Huh?!"

The representative from Qianjilou, who was named, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses.

The lenses reflected a cold light, obscuring the complex emotions deep within his eyes.

A wry smile appeared on his face as he shrugged, his tone filled with helplessness and a sense of being misunderstood: "Brother Kuanghuo, please calm down. My Qianji Tower does indeed deal in information trading, but there has to be someone willing to sell, or there has to be a traceable clue."

He paused, then lowered his voice, "Tell me, how are we supposed to get information from a bunch of corpses? Pry them open? Or are we hoping they'll come running to our Thousand Machine Tower and tell us?"

He looked around at everyone and emphasized, "They have no thoughts, no emotions, and may not even feel pain. They are the perfect tools. The methods used by the Heavenly Punishment Society this time are completely untraceable! Unless we can catch the manipulator behind it, otherwise..." He shook his head, his unspoken meaning clear.

Silence fell again in the private room.

Because everyone knew that the people from Qianji Tower were right.

This point
It is indeed very difficult to detect.

Just then, the elder from the Lingxiao Society spoke again.

The voice became much calmer, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

"Alright, arguing about this is pointless."

He said in a deep voice, his cloudy eyes becoming sharp, "Now, there are two paths laid out clearly before us, and it's up to you to choose."

The others immediately focused their attention on his face, holding their breath in anticipation.

The old man took a deep breath and slowly said, "The first thing, I'm sure everyone knows. Two days ago, the headquarters of the Wild Bone Gang was uprooted and completely wiped out."

Everyone was silent.

The Wild Bone Gang, one of the ten major forces in the City of Injustice, was wiped out overnight.

As key figures in various powerful forces, how could they not know?
Without pausing, the old man dropped a second, even more shocking piece of news: "So, did you know that the Bauhinia Society was also completely wiped out?"

"what?!"

"The Bauhinia Society?!"

"An official organization of the Federation?!"

Several suppressed gasps rang out simultaneously.

The woman from Blood Rose suddenly stopped in her tracks, nearly spilling the wine from her glass.

The others immediately frowned as well.

The Bauhinia Society represents the Federation in the City of Injustice.

To provoke the Bauhinia Society is tantamount to slapping the Federation in the face.

The Heavenly Punishment Society has really stirred up a hornet's nest this time.

The old man nodded silently to himself as he looked at the shocked expressions on everyone's faces.

His reaction was the same as theirs when he first heard the news.

The old man then turned his gaze to the representative of Qianji Tower: "Old fox, your Qianji Tower has the best information network. What is the current status of those people in the Zijing Society? Tell them about it."

All eyes were once again focused on the representative of Qianjilou.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's expression immediately turned serious, and he uttered four words:

"The walking dead".

These four people surprised everyone.

The old man chimed in at the opportune moment: "That's right, everyone knows about the Heavenly Punishment Society's methods. The Desolate Bone Gang is a prime example, and the Bauhinia Society is the current one. Now, who is their next target?"

He didn't need to wait for an answer; his gaze swept over the crowd: "Qinglong Gang, Fang Qingyu."

"The Azure Dragon Gang has now blocked the Heavenly Punishment Society's initial frenzied offensive, but this is just the beginning."

"The true power of the Heavenly Punishment Society has not yet been fully revealed. Once they launch their all-out attack, if the Azure Dragon Gang cannot withstand it and is swallowed up by the Heavenly Punishment Society, then the next one will be all of us here."

"in turn"

The old man changed the subject, his voice low, "If the Azure Dragon Gang wins..."

He paused deliberately before slowly saying, "So, what will the Heavenly Punishment Society do? Where will they turn their attention? Could we, their neighbors, and our thousands of men be the perfect source of manpower for them?"

"You've all witnessed the methods of the Heavenly Punishment Society. Just think about it, what will happen if they need manpower?"

"What can we use to resist such methods?"

"Don't forget." Suddenly, the old man raised his voice, "Our city lord never cares who is in charge in the city. As long as the city's rules are not violated, the Heavenly Punishment Society or us are the same to him."

The old man's words struck a nerve with everyone's tension.

You could hear a pin drop inside the private room.

Only increasingly heavy breathing could be heard.

The woman from Blood Rose broke the suffocating silence first. She put down her wine glass, her scarlet fingernails tapping lightly on the table, making a crisp tapping sound. Her beautiful eyes looked at the old man from Lingxiao with interest, and her red lips curled into a playful smile: "So, Brother Lingxiao, after going through all this trouble, the two paths you mentioned actually lead to the same thing—we need to be tied to the Azure Dragon Gang, right?"

The old man met her gaze without flinching, nodded frankly, and said decisively, "Yes!"

"Humph!"

A cold snort, undisguised and unrestrained, suddenly rang out.

Sitting in the corner, the usually taciturn Brotherhood representative suddenly stood up.

He was wearing a gray hoodie with no logo.

The hat was pulled down low.

His face was covered by a pale white mask without any facial features.

He stood up and turned around abruptly.

The gray figure was about to walk towards the heavy, carved wooden door of the private room.

So, the meeting held by the seven major forces today was to recruit members for the Azure Dragon Gang!?

That's utterly absurd.

"Old ghost!"

The burly man from the Cult of Hellfire gave a low shout, seemingly trying to stop them.

The elder from the Lingxiao Society raised his hand to stop him.

The old man simply watched the back of the Faceless Brotherhood representative calmly, his face showing no anger or resentment, as if he had expected this scene.

The others remained unmoved.

However, just as the Faceless Brotherhood representative's hand was about to touch the cold brass doorknob...

His steps suddenly stopped.

All eyes in the private room were focused on his gray figure that had suddenly stopped.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

Then, to everyone's astonishment...

The gray figure turned around with remarkable ease.

He raised his hand and casually adjusted the cuffs of his gray hoodie.

It was as if his angry departure had never happened.

He walked back to his original spot, pulled out the chair, and sat down again.

The smooth, pale mask turned to the crowd, and seeing that everyone was staring at it, it spoke with a hint of impatience:
"I've been sitting for too long, my legs are numb, so I'm just getting up to stretch my muscles."

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen someone stretch?"

"puff"

The woman from Blood Rose couldn't hold back any longer, her red lips slightly parted.

He then quickly pursed his lips.

But the smile in his eyes was impossible to hide.

The burly man from the Hellfire Order twitched at the corner of his mouth beneath his mask, forcibly swallowing back the curse that was about to escape his lips.

Lingxiao met the old man with an expressionless face.

The corners of her mouth twitched upwards very subtly, revealing a barely perceptible curve.

He knew that the most crucial moment had arrived.

The old man cleared his throat, his gaze sweeping over the group who had settled back into their seats, the atmosphere now even more tense. His voice, steady and clear, delivered the crucial lifeline: "Gentlemen, there's no need to feel ashamed or humiliated. Our choice of this path isn't about submitting to anyone, but rather based on a simple, fundamental truth."

He paused deliberately, emphasizing his words: "You need to understand one thing: Captain Fang cannot stay in the City of Injustice forever."

Everyone fell silent upon hearing this.

That's why they didn't turn around and leave when they heard the old man say he wanted to join the Green Dragon Gang.

Who is Fang Qingyu?
He is currently the most dazzling genius in the Federation.

He is a figure who stirs up trouble in the Arctic.

It is a monster capable of withstanding divine bone creations with its third-tier body.

His stage is definitely not in this mere city.

His goal was definitely not to become a local tyrant ruling over an unjust city.

He was destined to fly high, destined to leave.

Once divine punishment is eradicated, what reason will he have to remain in the City of Injustice?
He is bound to pursue a wider world and greater power.

Then
The light in everyone's eyes instantly shone.

The elder from Lingxiao Society keenly noticed the change in everyone's mindset.

While the iron was hot, another bombshell was dropped, completely dispelling their last doubts:

"To be honest, today we learned that there are Heavenly Punishment Society spies hidden within each of your gangs." His gaze was frank, carrying a strange sense of trust. "It was Captain Fang who sent someone to inform me immediately after killing the Zijing Society members who attacked the Azure Dragon Gang's defenses. He asked me to pass on this message to you all."

The old man looked around at everyone and said, "Captain Fang has only one goal: to completely eradicate the Heavenly Punishment Society."

"As for the territories, interests, and grudges between our families, they have nothing to do with Fang Qingyu. He has no intention of interfering, much less staying any longer."

These last two words are like a reassuring pill.

This completely soothed the last bit of resentment in everyone's hearts.

"Done!"

The first to speak up was surprisingly the Faceless Brotherhood representative who had stormed off earlier.

"Brother Lingxiao, please convey to Captain Fang that our Faceless Brotherhood fully supports him. If he needs anything, just say the word, and our men will be ready to go at any time!"

With the first person taking the lead, the gate was instantly forced open.

The woman from Blood Rose smiled languidly, a hint of resolute determination in her expression: "Count me in too. Captain Fang is indeed an interesting person. Blood Rose, you're in."

The burly man from the Hellfire Order slammed his fist on the table, making the wine glasses vibrate, and his voice boomed like a bell: "Count me in, let's fucking kill the Heavenly Punishment Society."

Seeing this, the others all agreed.

There was no reason not to agree.

First of all, the Heavenly Punishment Society has already reached out to them.

At this moment, someone was willing to take the lead and charge with them, saying that after the charge, he would leave and would not stay to fight with them.

What reason is there not to join a group tour?

A relieved smile finally appeared on the old man's face. But deep within that smile lay a trace of bitterness and complexity that no one could perceive.

He took a deep breath and suddenly stood up.

I picked up the wine glass that was already filled to the brim. In the crystal glass, the amber-colored wine looked like molten gold.

"it is good!"

The old man's voice boomed, "Then I will presume to do so today, representing Captain Fang and the common interests of all of us present!"

He raised his glass high, his gaze sharp as he swept it across every face:

"cheers!!!"

"cheers!!!"

The six wine glasses were raised high almost simultaneously.

They collided together, producing a crisp and resonant sound.

The amber-colored liquor swirled in the glass, reflecting the dazzling light of the crystal chandelier and the seven faces with their varied expressions.

However, no one noticed that when the old man Lingxiao tilted his head back and drank heartily...

A fleeting, intense bitterness flashed across those murky eyes.

Time goes back to last night.

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

In the heart of the City of Injustice, the Lingxiao Society headquarters building pierces the clouds.

Against the backdrop of dazzling neon lights, its imposing and majestic presence is even more striking.

This is the headquarters of the Lingxiao Society.

On the top floor, in the luxurious suite of the elderly man, who was actually in control of the Lingxiao Society and was respectfully called the Ghost Elder, the atmosphere was enchanting.

Expensive silk robes were casually scattered on the priceless Persian carpet.

On the huge circular waterbed, the old man from the Lingxiao Society, known as the Ghost Old Man, was wearing only pajama bottoms, revealing his lean but weathered upper body.

He had a hot, beautiful young girl on each side.

He was enjoying the warmth and softness of her body, preparing to drift off to sleep in this gentle embrace.

suddenly
hum-

An invisible wave descended without warning.

It instantly enveloped the entire suite.

Two terrifying beams of light suddenly shot out from the old ghost's turbid eyes.

The last vestiges of sleepiness and desire were instantly swept away without a trace.

"A force field?!"

He gasped in shock, his withered hands instinctively gripping the smooth silk sheets beneath him!

How can this be? !
This is the headquarters of the Lingxiao Society.

It is one of the most heavily guarded places in the entire City of Injustice.

Even if the leaders of other major powers were to come in person, they would never dare to openly activate such a massive force field covering their headquarters!

This is a blatant declaration of war.

"Grass!"

The old ghost cursed under his breath, and like an old cat whose tail had been stepped on, he suddenly sprang up from the waterbed.

His movements were so fast that he didn't seem like an old man on his deathbed at all.

He grabbed a bathrobe from the side, threw it on haphazardly, and rushed barefoot toward the suite door.

Outside the door, the piercing alarm was already sounding mournfully.

The hurried, heavy footsteps approached rapidly from the end of the corridor like muffled thunder.

"Old ghost!"

The heavy metal door of the suite was suddenly pushed open, and several burly guards rushed in, their faces filled with shock and anger.

The leader said urgently, "The headquarters is covered by a super-large force field, covering an extremely large area! Should we immediately activate the highest alarm and awaken our ancestors? This could very well be another major power launching a full-scale attack on us."

Our ancestors.

That is the true strength of the Lingxiao Society.

He ranked second among the top ten martial saints of the City of Injustice.

They were only a hair's breadth away from first place.

The old man's face was so gloomy it was almost dripping with water, and his heart was pounding wildly in his chest.

He forced himself to calm down, his years of experience in managing a vast power telling him this.
In times like these, it's crucial not to panic.

"What's the panic!" he roared, his voice filled with suppressed rage. "Since the other side dared to open the force field directly, they must have something to rely on. Immediately notify all combatants at level three and above who are on leave to cancel their vacations and return to headquarters as quickly as possible to await orders."

"Order all on-duty guards to tighten their defenses and hold the core area. No one is allowed to launch an attack without my order!"

He quickly issued instructions.

He strode quickly toward the suite's private conference room, speaking rapidly: "Find out immediately how many people they have, and who they are! I need this information as soon as possible."

"Yes!"

The guard leader dared not delay and immediately turned to relay the order.

The old man strode into the conference room.

On the huge circular conference table, several holographic projection screens were lit up, displaying rapidly scrolling surveillance footage from various areas of the headquarters.

Several core senior executives remained at headquarters.

His deputy, intelligence chief, and others have all received urgent notifications.

He appeared in the light screen with a solemn expression.

They began reporting on the progress of the effort outside the field, while the others were rushing back.

Just then, a supervisor responsible for monitoring the area surrounding the headquarters suddenly exclaimed, "Old Ghost, something's up! The surveillance cameras at the main entrance of the headquarters show a person!"

"one person?!"

The old man suddenly turned his head, his cloudy eyes fixed on the screen. "Switch the view over here and zoom in to the maximum."

The screen in the center of the conference room switched instantly.

The footage is somewhat shaky, clearly taken from the perspective of a surveillance camera shooting from a high vantage point.

All that could be seen was the entrance to the Lingxiao Society headquarters building.

A matte black SUV was parked there quietly.

A figure stood beside the car.

The man was wearing an ordinary gray combat uniform.

He wasn't particularly tall or burly.

It even appears somewhat flimsy.

However, as the surveillance footage was continuously zoomed in and out...

The final image frozen on that person's face.
The entire conference room was deathly silent.

The muscles on the old man's face twitched suddenly, and his pupils contracted to the size of pinpoints!
That face.
It was covered by a mask formed from pure golden lightning.

Thor!!!

Of course, the old man recognized the mask.

He even knew whose face was behind the mask earlier than most people in the City of Injustice.

The information that was bought for 2000 million was to confirm the identity of Thor, who raided his cargo site in the Gray Rock District.

That was after learning Fang Qingyu's identity.

He never thought about revenge; he even considered apologizing.

However, they couldn't find the other person.

It wasn't until the start of the third-tier competition that Fang Qingyu appeared on the arena.

He also chose not to reveal Fang Qingyu's identity.

He strictly ordered his men never to provoke Thor.

Even just two days ago, the woman who claimed to be Fang Qingyu's spokesperson came to his door.

When they used the blatant threat of "Thor will come to block the door tomorrow" to force him to agree to borrow the Lingxiao Society's intelligence network.

He once again chose to swallow his anger and reluctantly admit it.

He thought he had already made enough concessions.

The results of it? !

In return, the other party blocked his Lingxiao Club headquarters.

A force field was activated, enveloping the entire headquarters.

This is no longer a slap in the face.

This is like tearing off that old devil's face, throwing it on the ground, stomping on it a few times, and spitting on it.

This is to rub the dignity of the entire Lingxiao Society into the mud!
"This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!!!"

The old man's chest heaved violently, and his withered fingers trembled violently from excessive force.

"Old Ghost, calm down." Seeing the old man's unstable state, the deputy hurriedly spoke up, "He's alone. Even if he's Thor, even if he's incredibly strong, daring to storm our Lingxiao Society headquarters single-handedly is far too arrogant. We..."

"Shut up!"

The old man suddenly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes glaring at his deputy as he roared.

The deputy immediately fell silent.

"Immediately cut off all external surveillance footage. Lock down access; no one is allowed to use it without my order." Then, the old man turned to the others and began giving orders, "Order all guards on the first floor to immediately evacuate the main gate area and retreat to the second line to await further orders. Without my command, no one is permitted to approach within 100 meters of the main gate. Anyone who disobeys will be executed without mercy!"

A series of orders were quickly issued.

Everyone in the conference room was stunned.

Cut off surveillance? Withdraw guards?
What...what does this mean? A retreat without a fight?

Should we just let them block the door?

"Old man, this..." The deputy wanted to persuade him further.

"Excuting an order."

The old ghost roared suddenly, instantly silencing the others.

Then he stopped looking at anyone and abruptly turned around.

He strode out of the conference room and headed straight for the private elevator.

The elevator door slid open silently.

The old man walked barefoot, step by step, across the cold, smooth ground.

We arrived at the gate.

The glass door slid open automatically to both sides.

The night wind carried in the city's unique hustle and bustle, along with fine dust.

Outside the door, the matte black SUV was parked quietly.

Beside the car, the figure in the gray combat uniform was facing away from the gate, with his head slightly tilted back, seemingly gazing at the dazzling neon lights of the building.

His posture was casual, as if he were just taking a stroll in front of his own house.

"Fang Qingyu".

Upon seeing this, the foreigner hissed in a low voice, pointing his withered finger at the figure outside the door.

"Don't push your luck!!!"

"I've already backed down again and again. I tolerated you destroying my hideout, and I accepted that you sent people to threaten me into using your intelligence network. What more do you want?!"

The low growl seemed to vent all the pent-up frustration and resentment that the old man had been holding in.

however.

The figure outside the door seemed to have finally been startled by the piercing noise.

Fang Qingyu slowly turned around.

When the face covered by the golden lightning mask turned completely.

Those eyes, piercing through the flickering electric light, calmly focused on the seemingly crazed old ghost inside the door.
The foreigner's expression froze instantly.

The voice that was about to take this opportunity to unleash a torrent of abuse suddenly fell silent.

What did he see?
Beneath the mask, those eyes.
No longer the fiery, majestic vertical pupils of my memory.

That was a universe.

The pitch-black background, so deep it swallows all light, is like an endless void.

Above that void, countless tiny, glittering silver specks of light flowed, swirled, and flickered slowly.

They converge to form a galaxy.

The pupils outlined nebulae, as if they had sealed a miniature projection of the entire Milky Way within them.

Majestic? Domineering?
Do not!
It was a vastness.
A kind of indifference that transcends the mortal world, like a god looking down on ants.

Just being calmly stared at by those eyes made the old man feel that he dared not lash out at the other person.

A being as insignificant as dust.

The terrifying feeling that life and death are decided by the other person's single thought.

Like an icy tide, it instantly engulfed him.

His proudest peak third-tier power?

The vast power he commands?

His invincible ancestor at the same level?
Before these eyes that contain the universe and galaxies
It seems so ridiculous
That's not worth mentioning.

His emaciated body began to tremble uncontrollably, his teeth chattered, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

The overwhelming anger and the desperate courage of those who had just been there vanished without a trace, like snow under the sun.

All that remained was a chilling fear.

It climbs up the spine to the top of the head.

Fang Qingyu's gaze lingered on the old man's face for about three seconds.

Those three seconds felt like three centuries to the old man.

Then, Fang Qingyu spoke.

The voice came through the Thunder Mask, calm and without a ripple.

"I'm not going to beat around the bush with you this time."

"Either do as I say."

"Either they all die!"

(End of this chapter)