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Chapter 356 The tough Wei Banmeng, the six major forces that overturned the table!

City of injustice.

On the top floor of the Crown of Night, in the private suite called Cloud Peak.

The thick soundproofing materials still dutifully isolate the noise of the city.

But at this moment, the air inside the private room felt even more oppressive than before.

Beside a huge circular wine table.

Seven figures sat silently in a circle.

The old man from the Lingxiao Society, withered and thin, unconsciously stroked the smooth and warm rosewood tabletop with his fingers. A fine layer of cold sweat on his forehead reflected slightly under the cold light.

The other six people.

The cheerfulness and shrewdness they had shown during their last collaboration were long gone from their faces.

Half a month!
A full two weeks!
They mobilized all their gang's resources and elite forces, like seven giant wedges, firmly anchoring them around the core area occupied by the Heavenly Punishment Society.

Small-scale conflicts have been ongoing.

Blood soaked the stone slabs of the streets and alleys.

The roar and fall of the third-tier Martial Saint stained every night for the past two weeks with crimson.

They paid a heavy price.

His subordinates suffered at least two dozen casualties.

The elite second-tier soldiers fell like mowing grass.

Financial resources, human resources, and prestige are all rapidly dwindling amidst the ongoing depletion and standoff.

And the one who made them make all these promises and ignited this war.

Fang Qingyu.

But it was as if they had vanished into thin air.

No further instructions were given.

The unexpected Thunder offensive.

There wasn't even a definite piece of information.

Only the news of the Green Dragon Gang's rampant expansion in the three major southern regions was like a series of silent slaps to their anxious faces.

Suppressed anger, like a volcano about to erupt, brewed and surged in the dead silence.

at last.

The bald, burly man from the Hellfire Order slammed his fist on the hard tabletop.

"boom!"

The immense force caused the heavy solid wood wine table to groan under its strain.

The crystal wine glasses on the table vibrated and hummed.

The spilled liquor mirrored their emotions, which were on the verge of spiraling out of control.

"Old ghost!"

Kuanghuo's voice was filled with scorching anger and barely suppressed rage. His copper-bell-like eyes were fixed on the old man opposite him, who was covered in cold sweat. "What exactly does Captain Fang mean?! It's been half a month already! Where is he?! Where is the plan?! What happened to the promised final assault?!"

His thick fingers almost poked the old man's nose.

"He just farted and that's it? We're left here to fight those mad dogs from the Heavenly Punishment Society to the death while he hides and watches the show? Or did he already fucking run away?!"

"Our lives aren't worthless! We all know how many brothers have died in the past two weeks! That guy surnamed Fang has to give us an explanation today! Otherwise..."

Otherwise what? He didn't say.

But that ferocious face and the dark red tattoos throbbing on his bulging muscles.

The threat and impending explosion of anger were expressed perfectly.

The old man's withered body trembled slightly, and beads of cold sweat gathered on his forehead, rolling down his loose cheeks.

He opened his mouth, but his throat felt dry and tight.

What could he say?
He didn't know where Fang Qingyu was either.

The Green Dragon Gang only vaguely stated that Captain Fang was undergoing important training, but they didn't know the specific location or when it would end.

Wei Banmeng's response was completely ignored.

How could such words quell the anger of these giants who had paid a huge price and were almost pushed to the brink of disaster?

"Brother Kuanghuo, calm down," Old Ghost could only manage a hoarse voice as he tried to soothe him. "Captain Fang must have important matters to attend to. Given his status and promises, he would never do that."

"Busy with important matters?"

The woman with the blood rose leaned back lazily in her chair.

Scarlet fingernails tapped lightly on the rim of the cup, producing a crisp, rhythmic sound.

Those captivating eyes were now gleaming with a cold light, and a hint of undisguised sarcasm played at the corners of her lips.

"Old Ghost, do you even believe that yourself? What important matter could be so crucial that you didn't even send a message? Are you treating our seven major gangs like fools?"

She leaned forward slightly, staring at the old ghost with an overwhelming sense of pressure.

"Or is it possible that Captain Fang has really already fled far away, leaving us here to take the fall for him and draw all the firepower of the Heavenly Punishment Society? Hmm?"

"This is impossible."

The old man blurted it out almost reflexively, his voice rising a few decibels.

His only source of confidence was that Fang Qingyu's trusted teammates were still with the Green Dragon Gang and in the Gray Rock District.

"Captain Fang's teammates are all still here. There is no way Captain Fang would abandon them and leave alone. You all should have heard about Captain Fang's character, right?"

The old man was so eager to bring this up that he tried to stabilize the situation, which was on the verge of collapse.

however.

"Ah."

A very slight snicker.

It came from the long-robed man with a sinister air at Tingchao Pavilion.

He slowly raised his eyelids, his narrow eyes like deep pools, coldly fixed on the old ghost.

"Old Ghost".

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, each word piercing the heart.

"I wonder what kind of incredible benefits Captain Fang offered you that made you so devoted, always covering for and defending him?"

He paused deliberately, his gaze sweeping over the other giants, each with a different expression.

"Or has the Lingxiao Society become a vassal of the Qinglong Gang? And you, the president, are merely a messenger under Captain Fang?"

He didn't say the rest.

But that contemptuous and disdainful look is more lethal than any vicious words.

The old man's face instantly turned a deep liver color, his withered fingers gripping the edge of the table tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

humiliation.

Naked humiliation.

He wanted to roar, to overturn the table, to tell this group of people how Fang Qingyu single-handedly stormed the Lingxiao Society headquarters, and how those starry-sky-like eyes made him feel like he was falling into an abyss.

But he couldn't say.

This made him feel more humiliated and powerless than being called a dog.

He could only hold it in, his chest heaving violently, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He looked speechless, as if his sore spot had been hit.

This completely ignited the anger and suspicion of other giants.

"enough!"

The voice of the man in the long robe at Tingchao Pavilion suddenly turned cold, like ice shattering.

"Old Ghost, we have gathered here today for no other reason than this."

His gaze seemed to pierce through the old man's last fig leaf.

"I just want to see Captain Fang! That's not an unreasonable request, is it?"

He looked around at everyone, his voice carrying an undeniable resolve.

"How many lives have we lost, how much blood have we shed, in this meat grinder of the Heavenly Punishment Society, all for Fang Qingyu and for that so-called common interest?"

"We've been missing for half a month now, their fate unknown! Fang Qingyu, you should come out and give us an explanation! Give our fallen brothers an explanation!"

"Yes! We must give an explanation!"

As if finding an outlet for his rage, he slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly, his voice booming so loudly it made the private room vibrate. "I want to see him alive or dead! If you keep hiding like a coward, don't blame me for turning my back on you!"

"Not bad!"

"We demand an explanation!"

"come out!"

Although the representatives from the Thousand Machine Tower, the Faceless Brotherhood, and the Hanging Temple did not directly slam their fists on the table.

But his gloomy face and the suppressed anger in his eyes clearly conveyed the same meaning.

The old man was isolated and helpless, and the sweat on his forehead rolled down even faster.

He felt like he was being roasted on the edge of a volcano.

Want Fang Qingyu to come out and give an explanation?

Even if they could contact Shang Qingyu
He doesn't have that ability.

At that suffocating moment when the powder keg was about to ignite.

"Squeak."

The heavy, carved wooden door of the private room was silently pushed open.

Five figures walked straight in.

The woman at the head of the group stood tall and straight like a snow-capped pine tree, her simple dark blue combat uniform highlighting her sharp lines.

With a face of icy coldness and eyes calm and unwavering, like ice that has never melted for millennia, it was none other than Wei Banmeng.

Behind her, on her left was Chu Kuanglan, and on her right was Lu Jiuyuan.

Then, Su Wanqing and Lin Yu stood side by side.

All five of them looked travel-worn and exuded a fierce aura from a recent battle.

Their appearance.

It instantly attracted the attention of all the tycoons in the private room.

"who are you?!"

Kuanghuo was the first to frown and roar angrily.

Old Ghost, however, seemed to have grasped at a straw, and suddenly stood up, his voice trembling slightly with urgency: "Wait, Brother Kuang Huo, who are they?"

"No need to ask him."

Wei Banmeng's cold voice rang out, like ice beads falling onto a jade plate, instantly interrupting the old ghost's words.

It also suppressed the ferocious flames that were about to erupt.

Her gaze calmly swept over the six tycoons at the table, whose expressions were filled with surprise and uncertainty.

That gaze was devoid of any warmth, carrying only a condescending scrutiny.

"I am Fang Qingyu's teammate, Wei Banmeng."

The moment the words fell!
boom--

A vast, powerful, and extremely cold and sharp aura suddenly erupted from Wei Banmeng's seemingly frail body without warning.

Click!Click!
The two empty high-backed chairs closest to Wei Banmeng had their hard wooden armrests instantly cut with countless fine cracks.

The crystal glass on the table vibrated and hummed, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on its surface.

The air seemed to freeze, and the temperature plummeted.

Apart from the old man who was mentally prepared, who only turned pale.

The other six giants all had their expressions change drastically.

Peak Tier 3 combat power!?

This realization was clearly reflected in the minds of several people.

He was just a team member.
Does he possess the strength to be on par with them, or even to subtly surpass them?!
Just moments ago, there was still raging anger and questioning.

The suffocating feeling brought about by this absolute power quickly dissipated.

The six men stared intently at Wei Banmeng, their expressions shifting, but ultimately they all chose to remain silent.

Silent default.

Wei Banmeng's fierce and unparalleled aura slowly subsided, like a sharp sword returning to its sheath.

She stopped looking at the six people and went straight to the table.

Chu Kuanglan and his group followed closely behind.

The five ignored the tense atmosphere in the private room and the complicated gazes of the giants.

He pulled out a few empty chairs and sat down as if no one else was there.

Chu Kuanglan leaned back in his chair with an air of superiority, his large, round eyes sweeping over the six people opposite him without any politeness, a fierce smile spreading across his lips.

pressure.

The silent pressure, like tangible seawater, spread once more.

This time, the pressure came from the absolute strength of the five core members of the Azure Dragon Gang.

The woman from Blood Rose was the first to adjust her mindset, her face once again displaying that captivating smile that could charm all beings. She looked at Wei Banmeng, her voice soft and gentle, carrying just the right amount of grievance:

"So it's Miss Wei, my apologies for not recognizing you. I wonder where Captain Fang is right now? We've been eagerly waiting for him."

Wei Banmeng didn't even lift her eyelids. She picked up the teacup that the old man had just poured for her, gently blew on it to cool it, and uttered only four words:
"No comment."

Decisive, efficient, and leaving no room for compromise.

The woman's smile froze instantly, and a hint of anger flashed in her eyes.

"you"

The rage is about to erupt again.

"Don't rush." ​​The middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses from Qianji Tower raised his hand to stop the raging fire.

He adjusted his glasses, his gaze behind the lenses fixed on Wei Banmeng, and he questioned her in a calm tone:

"Captain Wei, we understand that we cannot disclose Captain Fang's whereabouts. However, cooperation is based on trust and communication. We just want to know, when will Captain Fang make his move?"

He emphasized his words, pointing out the core issue.

"As agreed, we were responsible for the outer perimeter blockade and interception, while Captain Fang was responsible for leading the final assault. Now we've held out for half a month, suffering heavy casualties, and the Heavenly Punishment Society has also been greatly weakened and tied down. Now is the best time to launch the final offensive. Captain Fang, what are you waiting for?"

This question is reasonable and hits the nail on the head.

All eyes were once again focused on Wei Banmeng.

Wei Banmeng put down her teacup, the bottom of which made a crisp clinking sound against the table.

She raised her eyes, her gaze calmly meeting that of the Qianjilou representative and all the questioning, angry eyes behind him.

Her red lips parted slightly, her voice still clear and cold as an icy spring:

"He will naturally make his move when the time is right."

boom.
This statement is like a spark thrown into a pot of boiling oil.

This completely ignited the pent-up anger within the private room.

"Bastard!"

"Too deceiving!"

"Insanity!"

"They're treating us like monkeys!"

Kuang Huo, the Blood Rose woman, the Tingchao Pavilion robed guest, and others could no longer contain themselves and slammed their fists on the table.

Even the Qianjilou representative, who had been trying to maintain a calm facade, turned completely gloomy, his eyes turning icy cold.

Wei Banmeng's casual remark was not an answer, but a blatant expression of contempt and perfunctory attitude.

This is not communication at all.

This is using power to forcibly suppress their discontent.

The old man's heart sank to the bottom, and his whole body felt cold.

It’s over.

This has completely ruined their relationship.

"Good! Good! Good!"

The long-robed guest at Tingchao Pavilion, enraged, laughed and said "good" three times in a row.

He glanced around at Wei Banmeng and the other four, then swept his gaze over the pale-faced Ghost Elder, a chilling smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Since the Azure Dragon Gang is so confident and powerful, and doesn't even put the Heavenly Punishment Society in their eyes, destroying the Heavenly Punishment Society should be just a matter of a snap of the fingers."

He suddenly flicked his sleeve, making a crisp snapping sound.

"It seems we don't need the help of our troublesome allies at all!"

"Farewell!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Fine! I'm not putting up with this anymore!"

"Let whoever wants to wade into this muddy waters wade in!"

Madfire, the Blood Rose woman, the Faceless Brotherhood, the monks of the Hanging Temple, and even the representative of the Thousand Machine Tower all stood up with grim faces, preparing to follow closely behind and leave.

Cooperation? Trust?
Faced with the other party's blatant contempt and manipulation, it has become a huge joke.

The old man closed his eyes in despair.

However.
Just as the six people turned around and were about to step out of the private room...

A voice so calm and undisturbed.

The sound rang out without warning in the private room.

It was like a whisper in everyone's ear, clearly drowning out all the shouts and footsteps.

"Perfect, since you don't want to help anymore, I also have something to talk to you about."

The sound was coming from right next to that huge circular wine table.

The six giants abruptly stopped and turned around.

His pupils contracted to their maximum size in an instant.

I saw it next to the table, near the head of the table.

Without me noticing, there was another person.

He was wearing an ordinary gray hooded combat uniform, and his figure was not particularly burly, even somewhat thin.

At that moment, he was sitting there, oblivious to everyone around him.

Holding a pair of chopsticks, he slowly picked up a piece from a plate of tempting braised pork ribs in front of him and put it in his mouth.

His movements were so natural, as if he had been eating there the whole time.

He lowered his head slightly, chewing slowly and carefully.

That youthful profile had sharp, cold lines; his star-studded eyes were lowered, focused on the food before him.

He exuded no imposing aura. He was as calm as an ordinary person who had accidentally wandered into this place.

But it was precisely this calmness, this eeriness that appeared without anyone noticing under the noses of the seven top-tier third-order giants, that made everyone in the private room realize his face the moment they saw it.

I felt a chill travel from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head.

The form of the lightning mask disappeared.

But that face
Who else could it be but that name?!

"Captain Fangfang?!"

The woman from the Blood Rose was the first to react, letting out a gasp of surprise.

His voice was filled with disbelief and astonishment.

A captivating smile, enough to bewitch anyone, instantly appeared on her alluring face as she tried to conceal her earlier loss of composure and anger.

Fang Qingyu did not look up or look at her.

He chewed the ribs in his mouth and gently spat a small bone into the bone dish.

He then put down his chopsticks, picked up the snow-white napkin beside him, and slowly wiped the corner of his mouth.

After doing all this, he slightly raised his eyes, his deep, star-like eyes calmly sweeping over the six giants who stood stiffly at the door, each with a different expression.

He uttered two words softly:

"sit down."

hum-

The moment Fang Qingyu finished speaking.

The entire private room seemed to tremble slightly.

The six giants were horrified to discover that the ground beneath their feet had mysteriously transformed into a silver river of shimmering starlight.

An irresistible, gentle force, as vast as the starry sea, arose out of nowhere.

Like an invisible hand, it precisely enveloped each and every one of them.

next moment!
As light and shadow shift, vision blurs and then sharpens in an instant.

The six people felt their bodies go from light to heavy.

Wait until they come to their senses.

To my horror, I found myself sitting back in the chair I had just gotten up from!

The position was exactly as it should be.

It was as if they had never gotten up, never walked to the door.

It's like time has reversed.

"hiss--!"

Gasps of shock echoed through the deathly silent private room.

The old man's eyes widened, his mouth slightly agape, completely petrified.

A hint of surprise flashed across the eyes of Wei Banmeng and the other four.

The six tycoons who were asked to return to their seats turned deathly pale, their hearts feeling as if gripped tightly by an icy hand.

What method is this? !

Silently.

They were so domineering that these top-tier third-order warriors didn't even have time to have a thought of resistance before they were forcibly pushed back into their seats.

This is beyond their understanding of the third order.

The young man in front of me is calmly eating pork ribs.

Just how terrifying was his strength?!
Two weeks without any news
Is it
A chilling thought suddenly appeared uncontrollably in their minds.

The rage on Kuanghuo's face had vanished without a trace.

All that remained was surprise, uncertainty, and deep-seated apprehension.

The private room fell silent instantly.

The only sound was the faint rustling of Fang Qingyu placing the napkin back on the table.

"I was a bit flustered because I didn't see Captain Fang earlier, I'm sorry."

The woman from Blood Rose was the first to forcefully suppress her turbulent emotions.

Her voice trembled slightly, and she tried to make her smile natural and sweet again, even with a hint of ingratiation.

"Now that I see Captain Fang here, I feel much more at ease. I hope Captain Fang will be magnanimous and not take my angry words to heart."

They adopted an extremely humble posture.

Although the other five did not speak, their tense bodies and evasive eyes all expressed the same submission and fear.

Faced with absolute power, all anger seems so pale and laughable.

Fang Qingyu's gaze swept calmly over her, then looked at the others.

"fine."

Then he uttered two words softly.

Then, Fang Qingyu changed the subject.

His tone remained flat and emotionless:

"Considering that you've helped block the Heavenly Punishment Society for the past two weeks, I can give you a chance."

opportunity?

what chance?
The six of them felt a sudden jolt in their hearts.

Having just experienced that unbelievable teleportation, Fang Qingyu uttered the word "opportunity."

Instead of making them feel fortunate,

Instead, an even stronger sense of unease arose.

Fang Qingyu ignored their puzzled expressions.

Instead, he slowly took it out of the pocket of his gray combat uniform.

He pulled out a notebook that looked extremely ordinary.

Then, he casually tossed it onto the center of the smooth mahogany wine table in front of him.

The notebook fell onto the table with a soft thud.

It stood out exceptionally clearly in the quiet private room.

Fang Qingyu gestured with his eyes.

The six of them suppressed their fear and trepidation.

His eyes were fixed on the notebook.

The representative from Qianjilou was closest to him. He took a deep breath, reached out, and stiffly picked up the notebook.

The laptop feels slightly heavy and has a cold, tactile feel.

He slowly opened the hard cover.

Swish!
The other five people's eyes immediately focused on it.

On the notebook's inner pages, six eye-catching titles were clearly listed.

Those were the names of their six gangs.

Below each title, there was a dense list of names.

Some of the names were very familiar to them; they were influential high-ranking members and powerful figures in the gang!

Some names are relatively unfamiliar, but judging from the labels after them, such as South District Deacon, Dark Hall Steward, and Warehouse Manager, they are definitely not low-level henchmen.

When the gaze of the robed guest at Tingchao Pavilion swept over his own column, the name that was prominently listed first was...

His body stiffened abruptly.

That name was none other than the current head of the Listening Tide Pavilion.

His own boss.

"Captain Fangfang."

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Fang Qingyu, who was still sitting calmly in the main seat.

His eyes were filled with confusion, and a hint of bewilderment gripped by fear.

"This is this?"

Fang Qingyu picked up his chopsticks and took another piece of pork rib.

While slowly and methodically gnawing on the ribs, he spoke in a tone so calm it sent chills down your spine:

"The business of trafficking people from the Federation to the City of Injustice is something that all seven of your factions are profiting from, right?"

hum.

The hearts of the six people sank.

A chilling sensation instantly shot through my entire body from my tailbone.

"The names on this notebook."

Fang Qingyu spat out the bone in his mouth, picked up a napkin and wiped his hands, "They are the people from your various gangs who are involved in human trafficking."

He finally looked up.

Those eyes, which held the power of a swirling galaxy, calmly swept over six pale, terrified faces.

"The opportunity I gave you is..."

He paused, each word crystal clear, striking the nerves of the six men who were on the verge of snapping.

"When we get back, get rid of everyone on the list."

"In that case, I can let your gang off the hook."

Boom——

These words immediately caused the six giants to freeze.

Get rid of the people on the list?!
all?!
Who are the people on that list?

He is the powerful leader of the Blood Rose gang, who controls several important smuggling routes.

He is the chief steward of the Hellfire Order responsible for receiving and distributing goods.

He was the undercover leader of Qianjilou, who used intelligence networks to precisely select sources of goods.

He is the master of Tingchao Pavilion!
It's the Pavilion Master!

He is a core member of the Faceless Brotherhood responsible for transportation and security.

It refers to the monks and lay managers of the Hanging Temple who appear dignified on the surface but secretly use incense money for dirty deals.

This is not just about getting rid of a group of people.

This is clearly an attempt to force them to cut off their own arm.

They were being forced to sever one of their gang's most lucrative lifelines.

This is the price.

The losses were even greater than those from fighting on the battlefield of the Heavenly Punishment Assembly for half a month.
silence.

Only heavy, suppressed breathing could be heard inside the private room.

The six people's faces turned from white to green, and then from green to black.

Anger, humiliation, fear, disbelief
A multitude of emotions were swirling wildly in their eyes.

"Captain Fang," the representative of Qianjilou, spoke with great difficulty, struggling to maintain his last shred of sanity in a final attempt.

"Your request is a bit too much."

He carefully considered his words.

"This list involves a wide range of issues, and can easily destabilize the foundations of gangs. It's not something that can be resolved overnight."

"Excessive?"

Fang Qingyu nodded calmly.

It was as if they were agreeing with the other person's assessment.

He even picked up another piece of pork rib and examined it closely.

"Yeah, that's pretty excessive."

Fang Qingyu admitted it.

Then, he turned his head slightly to the side.

Those eyes, shimmering with cold starlight.

He looked at the six giants without any reaction.

That gaze was like that of a high and mighty god, looking down upon the ants struggling in the mire.

"But that's okay."

Fang Qingyu's voice remained calm.

"You are free to refuse this request."

"You can go back and think about it slowly."

He then slowly stood up.

That wasn't a particularly tall figure.

At this moment, it seemed to fill the entire space of the private room.

An invisible pressure, like the eyes of a sleeping ancient beast, silently spread out.

The pressure was so great that the old man almost suffocated.

The pressure was so great that the six giants were stiff all over, unable to move even their fingertips.

They could only watch helplessly as Fang Qingyu...

"but."

Fang Qingyu slightly raised his hand.

As he raised his hand.

Buzz.
A dazzling silver river of light, composed of countless tiny starlight points, suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of him.

The Milky Way flowed and spun slowly, radiating a dreamlike yet deadly glow.

It instantly filled the field of vision of the six giants.

"If the people on the list haven't been cleared out by the day after tomorrow..."

Fang Qingyu's voice came through the dreamlike starlight, still calm.

"They'll die then."

He paused slightly.

Those starry eyes swept over six faces that were slightly distorted by fear.

"It's not just these people."

The moment the words fell.

Fang Qingyu's casual wave of his hand was like plucking an invisible string.

The dazzling galaxy that enveloped the six giants suddenly spun inward.

brush--

The six of them felt as if starlight was flashing before their eyes.

A strong feeling of weightlessness and dizziness instantly overwhelmed me.

When the blinding starlight faded and their vision cleared again...
boom!
A dull thud sounded as the door slammed shut.

The six were shocked to find themselves standing outside the heavy, carved wooden door of the Cloud Top VIP room.

The door was tightly shut in front of them.

It was as if everything that had just happened in the private room was just an absurd nightmare.

However, in his hand was a black notebook containing the list of the dead.

It is reminding them
The nightmare has just begun.

The six people stood in the luxurious yet cold corridor.

Looking at each other.

His face was so gloomy that water could drip from his face.

Without saying a word, he turned and left quickly.

……

In the box.

As the illusory image of the Milky Way disappeared and the six people vanished, the suffocating pressure suddenly eased.

The old man was so exhausted that his legs went weak and he almost collapsed into the chair.

He gasped for breath, not bothering to wipe the cold sweat from his face, and staggered to Fang Qingyu's side.

His old face was filled with anxiety, and his voice had changed tone:
"Captain Fang! You're just letting them go back like that?!"

"How could they possibly agree to such conditions?! That list is full of their trusted confidants, and even... even the head of the Listening Tide Pavilion."

The old man was so anxious he was almost jumping up and down.

"What if, in a desperate situation, they not only refuse to remove the list, but instead...completely side with the Heavenly Punishment Society?!"

The terrifying image flashed through his mind instantly.

The remaining forces of the six major powers, plus the unfathomable and unpredictable Heavenly Punishment Society.
This force, when united, is enough to overthrow the entire city of injustice.

Even the unfathomable Fang Qingyu before them.
Can it be stopped?
Will Ling Xiao still have a chance to survive?
The fear of the unknown gripped the old man's heart.

Fang Qingyu had already sat back down in his chair.

Pick up your chopsticks and take the last piece of bright red pork rib from the plate.

I held it up to my eyes and admired its alluring luster and texture with great interest.

then.

He slowly opened his mouth and calmly put the last piece of rib into it.

Chewing slowly.

There was no expression on his face.

Only in the depths of those eyes, which held an endless sea of ​​stars, did a hint of expectation flicker.

The corners of her mouth were slightly curved upwards.

Fang Qingyu swallowed the food in his mouth, picked up a napkin, and slowly wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth.

Only then did he slightly raise his eyes to look at the old man in front of him, who was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Those starry eyes were calm and undisturbed, as if stating a simple fact.

The understated voice echoed softly in the quiet private room:
"Oh?"

"that is not"

He paused, and the smile at the corner of his mouth seemed to widen slightly.

"Is it better?"

(End of this chapter)