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Chapter 357 Hello, my name is Fang Qingyu!

Silence spread through the luxurious private room.

The old ghost's withered body trembled slightly.

Beads of cold sweat gathered on his forehead, sliding down his relaxed cheeks and dripping onto the smooth mahogany table with a soft, yet unsettling, patter.

He looked at the young man in the main seat who was calm to the point of indifference.

There was not a ripple in those deep eyes that held the power of a swirling galaxy.

There was only a chilling calm.

From the very beginning.
The old man's cloudy pupils reflected Fang Qingyu's young yet angular profile.

From the very beginning, this young man, who rose like a comet, never had the slightest goodwill towards these major forces that occupied the city of injustice and reaped profits in the dark.

So-called cooperation, so-called common interests.

However, it was merely a barrier he used to buy himself half a precious month by leveraging the vast manpower and influence of the seven major forces.

Fang Qingyu needed them to block the Heavenly Punishment Society, just like using stones to block a flood.

He, however, seized this precious respite.

It has undergone a kind of transformation.

That list, that list stained with the blood and tears of innocent people.

This was Fang Qingyu's ultimatum to them, and their only chance.
An opportunity for self-cleansing.

Once the list of criminals involved in human trafficking is cleared out, the Green Dragon Gang will no longer target them.

This was already the greatest mercy Fang Qingyu could bestow upon him in consideration of his half-month of hard work.

Otherwise, given the will that shines through his starry eyes...

It's likely that from the very beginning, his goal in setting foot in the city of injustice was to achieve his goal.

It's not just the Heavenly Punishment Society, but all the malignant tumors in this city that are mired in the dark mire.

After having enough power.

He could not possibly turn a blind eye to the crimes right under his nose.

Showdown.

Fang Qingyu was too lazy to continue with the pretense.

He overturned the card table, laying bare the stark rules and the cold, hard knife before them.

"Captain Fang..."

The old man's voice was very dry.

Filled with confusion and helplessness, she stammered, "This...I..."

He hesitated for a long time, unsure of what to say.

Dissuade? Plead? Explain?

Under Fang Qingyu's gaze, any words seemed pale, powerless, and laughable.

Why did such a freak have to come along?
One whose strength is unbelievably overwhelming, yet whose actions are so...
Such a ruthless and terrifying monster.

"Where's Xiao Jiang?"

A cool, clear voice broke the silence in the private room.

Wei Banmeng had somehow walked up to Fang Qingyu's side.

His gaze swept across the private room, clearly searching for that crimson figure.

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu's cold indifference melted away slightly.

A helpless smile even appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He pointed to the wall next to the private room, "She's eating over there."

It was clearly another private room next door.

Wei Banmeng's tense expression relaxed slightly, and she nodded gently.

She looked at Fang Qingyu, a hint of barely perceptible expectation and inquiry deep in her cool eyes: "Is it done?"

Fang Qingyu's smile widened.

He put down his empty chopsticks, slowly stood up, and stretched his limbs.

A series of crisp popping sounds emanated from all the joints of his body.

An invisible aura spread out slightly with his movements.

Meeting Wei Banmeng's gaze, he nodded affirmatively: "That's about it."

Immediately, Fang Qingyu turned to the pale-faced old ghost beside him, his tone returning to its unquestionable calm: "Old Ghost."

The old man shuddered and straightened his hunched back abruptly: "Yes, Captain Fang! What are your orders?"

"Bring your people back."

Fang Qingyu gazed at the dazzling night view of the City of Injustice outside the window. "Next, we'll just see how the other six gangs choose to act. There's no need to take the initiative anymore; let's observe and see what happens."

"Yes, understood, I'll take care of it right away!"

The old man, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, nodded repeatedly.

He dared not linger for a moment and bowed deeply to Fang Qingyu, Wei Banmeng, and the others.

Then he rushed out of the private room as if he were fleeing.

The heavy door to the private room closed behind him.

The old man leaned against the cold wall, panting heavily, as if he had just emerged from the deep sea.

His inner shirt was already soaked with cold sweat, and his heart was still pounding wildly.

He slowly slid down to a luxurious chair next to him, a place for guests to wait and rest.

He stared blankly at the dazzling crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

She murmured unconsciously, her voice so soft that only she could hear it:

"This world is about to descend into complete chaos."

The box next door.

The atmosphere here is completely different from the tense standoff just now.

The air was filled with the sweet aroma of cream, chocolate, and fresh fruit.

The huge round table was piled high with all sorts of exquisite desserts.

Jiang Wei was sitting at the table, her long, bright red hair flowing smoothly over her shoulders, highlighting her fair and delicate face.

Holding a strawberry cream cake almost the size of her small face, her cheeks were bulging, and her clear, ruby-like eyes were slightly narrowed with satisfaction, like a cat basking in the sun in a lazy and comfortable state.

Hearing the sound of the private room door being pushed open, she immediately looked up.

Upon seeing Fang Qingyu and the others enter, their eyes instantly lit up, like stars falling into rubies.

She tried her best to wave and say hello.

But with its mouth stuffed too full, it could only make "mmm" sounds, and it nodded its little head forcefully.

Looking at her, Fang Qingyu's last trace of coldness completely melted away.

He walked over and naturally reached out to ruffle Jiang Wei's smooth, silky red hair: "Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Chu Kuanglan looked at the table full of desserts and swallowed dramatically: "Goodness, Sister Jiang, are you going to eat all the desserts you'll ever have in your life?"

Su Wanqing and Lin Yu couldn't help but chuckle.

He also walked to the table and sat down.

Several people took their seats.

Fang Qingyu turned his gaze to Wei Banmeng, his smile fading: "Is everything ready?"

Wei Banmeng's expression turned serious, and she immediately nodded, her voice clear and melodious: "Yes, Chairman Yan has been in contact with the Federation, and the supplies have arrived."

"We have prepared 3000 sets of Soul-Severing Nails."

"If it is only used to deal with targets of level two or above, the quantity is more than enough."

Fang Qingyu nodded in satisfaction: "Good. Better safe than sorry."

He then raised an eyebrow slightly: "Where's Yan Lin? Why didn't she come today?"

Wei Banmeng explained, "President Yan is still investigating the specific identity of that 'person'."

Fang Qingyu listened thoughtfully and nodded.

This past half month.

Aside from his training at the factory.

There has also been a major breakthrough regarding the Achilles' heel of the Heavenly Punishment Society.

Half a month ago.

Yan Lin conducted in-depth research on the corpses of members of the Bauhinia Society and later on the corpses of the black-robed members of the Heavenly Punishment Society on the battlefield.

Combined with her vast intelligence network, she finally pinpointed the source of the Heavenly Punishment Society's core methods.

A profession originating from ancient western Hunan, which was long thought to be lost.

Corpse transporter.

This discovery was like the sun breaking through the clouds.

No wonder the headquarters of the Heavenly Punishment Society was filled with the smell of preservatives, and no wonder those men in black robes were so fearless.

No wonder the entire Bauhinia Society could be controlled silently.

Not even a ripple of resistance could be stirred.
Because they were no longer alive, but corpses.

They are corpse puppets controlled by the corpse-driving craftsmen using secret methods, like marionettes.

Corpse drivers, based on the powerful blood and spiritual strength of martial saints, have evolved into bizarre methods similar to those of cultists controlling "puppets."

They do not directly manipulate the minds of living people.

Instead, they used special techniques to imprint a powerful spiritual mark onto the corpse.

Establish a spiritual link that transcends physical distance, like the most skilled puppeteer, remotely controlling these soulless shells to fight.

This method is covert and extremely difficult to detect and counter using conventional methods.

No wonder Yan Lin was clueless before.

The Soul-Severing Nail is a disruptor developed by the Federation specifically to counter this unique mental link.

Once the target is hit, the connection between the corpse driver and the target can be temporarily severed.

The corpse puppet instantly loses its ability to move, turning into a pile of real rotten flesh.

These 3000 sets of Soul-Severing Nails were strategic materials that Fang Qingyu and his team urgently transferred from the Federation.

Fang Qingyu pondered for a moment.

He tapped his fingers lightly twice on the smooth tabletop.

"Send a message to her and tell her to come back."

"It's almost time. Send the word to everyone: prepare to move out according to the original plan."

Wei Banmeng and the other four immediately became serious and replied in unison, "Yes!"

The core area of ​​the city of injustice.

Deep underground at the headquarters of the Heavenly Punishment Society.

The dim oil lamp still flickered, casting the huge black cross shadow onto the smooth, cold stone wall, twisted and grotesque.

But at this moment, there is that withered figure on the cross.

Chen Wudi seemed more fulfilled than before.

Although he still looked emaciated, a strange blush was faintly visible beneath his skin.

It felt as if lava was slowly flowing under the skin.

His head was bowed.

The chapped lips seemed to be moving very faintly.

He uttered incoherent babblings that no one could understand.

Beneath the cross, a figure in a scarlet robe stood silently.

His hood hung low, and his hands were crossed in front of his chest.

However, unlike the usual desolate emptiness, this huge underground space was now densely packed with kneeling figures in black robes.

There were several hundred people.

They were like the most devout believers, yet also like puppets whose souls had been taken away.

They maintained the same kneeling posture.

His head was bowed low, and his body was as stiff as a stone sculpture, motionless.

The entire space was filled with a strong, nauseating smell of blood.

Strangely, these kneeling figures in black robes had grooves carved into their bodies that seemed to flow with a dark red light.

Look carefully.

The wrists of these men in black robes.

They were all cut open with deep gashes by the sharp blades.

Thick, dark red blood was gushing from the wound and dripping into the grooves in the ground.

The blood, as if greedily sucked up by the ground, silently and rapidly seeped into the ground along the grooves, disappearing without a trace.

The entire ground.

It resembled a huge, thirsty living creature.

It is drawing life force from hundreds of people through these patterns.

And in the very core of the space.

At the base of that enormous black cross. At this moment.

Dense, dark red lines, like blood vessels.

It is spreading up from the grooves in the ground that have absorbed blood.

They clung to the cross like living creatures.

And it is spreading slowly upwards at a speed visible to the naked eye.

These dark red patterns are the target.

It was Chen Wudi's body on the cross.

In the deathly silence, the only sound was the faint gurgling of blood seeping into the ground.

The man in the red robe remained standing still.

He seemed oblivious to the scene of hundreds of people being sacrificed by blood behind him.

At this moment, a figure also shrouded in black robes, but whose aura was much more solid than those kneeling, silently appeared beside the man in red robes.

He knelt on one knee, his voice low and respectful: "My lord, news has come from our spies on the outskirts that the forces of the Lingxiao Society, the Hellfire Cult, and the other four major powers have begun a large-scale withdrawal from the blockade area."

The head under the red-robed man's hood seemed to nod very slightly.

A calm, unwavering voice slowly rose, carrying an air of indifference that suggested complete control:

"Understood. As expected. The plan can begin."

He paused, as if savoring a moment that was about to arrive.

A barely perceptible hint of fervor crept into his voice: "Please fall into the trap."

"Yes!"

The kneeling man in black robes responded in a deep voice and immediately stood up.

They moved swiftly toward the passage leading to the outside world.

Wherever he went, the kneeling men in black robes remained motionless, showing no reaction whatsoever.

After the man in black robes left, the man in red robes slowly turned around.

Facing the direction of the cross.

He stared silently at the dark red lines that were spreading upwards and getting closer and closer to Chen Wudi.

And Chen Wudi's strange state at the top of the pattern.

After a moment, he stopped paying attention to the black-robed men who were being consumed like fuel.

Instead, he turned and walked towards a hidden door in the shadows.

The hidden door slid open silently, revealing a small elevator.

The man in the red robe stepped inside, the elevator doors closed, and then the elevator began to move smoothly upwards.

When the elevator doors opened again, they found themselves in an extremely luxurious, brightly lit, carpeted reception area on the upper floor of the Heavenly Punishment Society headquarters.

Without pausing, the man in the red robe walked straight to a well-decorated reception room next door, filled with a faint fragrance.

Just as he reached out to push the door open.

He raised his hand with an extremely natural movement.

He pulled the wide hood that had been covering his head back.

A face covered with deep wrinkles and age spots was exposed to bright light.

In stark contrast to the indifferent aura underground, this old face was instantly filled with warmth and enthusiasm, even bearing a hint of humility in its smile.

He pushed open the door, letting out a hearty and friendly laugh.

"Haha, sorry, sorry to have kept you all waiting! I had to deal with some minor internal matters, which caused the delay. I'm really sorry!"

Inside the reception room, a dozen or so guests were already seated on the soft leather sofas.

They were dressed smartly, in fine fabrics, and with impeccable tailoring.

The men were mostly dressed in sharp suits or casual clothes, and wore expensive watches or jewelry.

The ladies were impeccably made up, dressed in elegant dresses or suits, and adorned with jewels.

The aura they exuded was completely different from that of the City of Injustice.

It carried a sense of composure and superiority unique to the upper class.
A subtle sense of alienation.

They are the upper class who truly control enormous wealth and whose influence extends to multiple regions.

From outside the city of injustice.

Upon seeing the red-robed elder enter, everyone immediately put on perfectly appropriate smiles.

They all stood up or nodded in greeting.

"Mr. Chairman, you're too kind."

"Not at all, we just arrived recently."

"I understand that you are a very busy person."

Greetings filled the luxurious reception room, creating a harmonious and warm atmosphere.

And the bloody and bizarre sacrificial scene underground.

This created an extreme divide between hell and the human world.

City of injustice.

Hospitals within the jurisdiction of the Green Dragon Gang.

The corridor outside the VIP ward is softly lit but has the unique coolness of a hospital.

The smell of disinfectant permeated the air.

It couldn't hide the faint trace of fatigue and depression.

Liu San leaned against the cold wall, squatted on the ground, and had a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth.

Amidst the swirling smoke, his once somewhat shrewd and calculating face was now etched with deep weariness.

There was also a lingering sense of bewilderment and a dreamlike unreality.

In less than two months, they went from picking up a few members of the Su family from the dock to disembarking.

Today, he has become a veteran of the Green Dragon Gang, dominating the three major districts in the south of the City of Injustice, with a power so great that even the old-established gangs in the city center take notice.
If I were to tell anyone about this experience...
He himself probably finds it hard to believe.

Several men, also dressed in the Green Dragon Gang uniform and with auras around the second level, were squatting beside him.

They were all the original brothers who followed Lei Meng to conquer the world.

At this moment, the eyes of these people were similar to those of Liu San.

It was filled with a sense of bewilderment and a hint of indescribable complexity.

Some people took out their cigarette cases and prepared to light one, as if only the stimulation of nicotine could make them regain a sense of groundedness.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

A crisp yet stern rebuke rang out.

A young nurse, dressed in a white nurse's uniform, walked over quickly.

Her delicate eyebrows furrowed as she pointed at Liu San and his group, her tone utterly rude: "Smoking is prohibited in the hospital! Don't you know that? And the person lying in there is your eldest brother! Do you want him to get better or not?"

She was just an ordinary person.

But he showed no fear in the face of these powerful second-tier martial artists.

Liu San snapped out of his daze, hurriedly stubbed out his cigarette on the ground, and forced an embarrassed yet ingratiating smile: "Oh, I'm so sorry! Miss Nurse, look at my head, I forgot the rules when I got flustered! It was our boss who appeared in a dream and said he wanted a smoke to perk himself up, so we lit it! Don't worry, don't worry, I promise I won't smoke again! This is the last time!"

He said as he spoke.

He gestured with his eyes to the brothers next to him who wanted to light cigarettes to put them away quickly.

The nurse's lips twitched involuntarily as she looked at Liu San's obviously fabricated excuse.

However, seeing that the men had indeed put out their cigarettes and put them away, she didn't say anything more. She just glared at them and warned, "If I see you like this again, I'll call security!"

After saying that, he turned and quickly left.

After the nurse left, the man who had been about to light a cigarette approached Liu San, lowered his voice, and said with obvious dissatisfaction and resentment, "Third Brother, the Su family has almost taken over our gang. They don't include us in anything, big or small. What are we brothers going to do?"

The awkward smile on Liu San's face vanished instantly.

His brows furrowed, and his face darkened.

Hearing this, another man next to him couldn't help but chime in, his voice filled with resentment: "Yeah, Third Brother, when we followed Brother Meng, even though the territory was small, we brothers were of one mind and we'd shoulder anything together!"

"Now look what's happened! After conquering such a vast empire, we've become outsiders! They don't invite us to meetings, they don't inform us of operations! They don't even invite you, Third Brother! You were the one who brought them in! This is just too damn outrageous! Even discarding a used tool wouldn't be this quick, would it?"

"Shut up!"

Liu San suddenly let out a low shout, his sharp eyes sweeping over the two brothers who were speaking.

"What do you mean by 'occupying'? Did they give us fewer resources? Were they worse than what you got in other gangs? Without the Su family and those people, would our Azure Dragon Gang be where we are today? Would we have been able to conquer such a large territory? Everything you eat, wear, use, and have for cultivation—everything you have now, isn't it all thanks to this situation?"

He suppressed his anger, his voice low and menacing: "Don't be so ungrateful, and don't gossip behind my back! The gang is big and powerful now, with lots of things to do, and different roles to play, understand?"

"The Su family is in charge of big things and setting the direction. We brothers should just do our own thing, take care of our own territory, and take what we're entitled to. That's enough."

The two men who were scolded turned pale and then red, but they dared not talk back to Liu San.

But the resentment and grievance in his eyes were clear.

The man who spoke first stiffened his neck, as if trying to mutter something under his breath: "Third Brother, that's not what we meant. We just feel aggrieved that even you are being excluded."

Just then, a steady sound of footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

Liu San immediately fell silent, his face instantly returning to that habitual smile that carried a hint of shrewdness and caution, as he looked in the direction of the sound.

When he saw who it was, his smile became more genuine.
He immediately stood up to greet him: "Hey, Brother Yu! What brings you here today?"

The person who arrived was Fang Qingyu.

She was wearing a simple gray tracksuit and carrying a flower basket.
There were a few common carnations and baby's breath inserted inside.

With a gentle smile on his face, he nodded to Liu San: "Third Brother, you're here too."

His gaze swept over the few old brothers behind Liu San whose faces weren't looking too good, but his smile remained unchanged.

"Yeah, I came to see Brother Meng."

Liu San quickly said, his gaze falling on the flower basket in Fang Qingyu's hand, a slight thought stirring in his heart.

Fang Qingyu showed a perfectly measured hint of shame, his tone sincere: "After Brother Meng's accident, I've been busy with other things and haven't been able to come and see him in time. I just had a little free time, so I rushed over. How is Brother Meng?"

As he spoke, he walked naturally toward the door of the ward.

However, just as Fang Qingyu finished speaking...

"Ah"

A very faint, cold laugh came clearly from not far away.

The sound wasn't loud, but it sounded particularly jarring in the quiet corridor.

Fang Qingyu stopped in his tracks.

Liu San's face instantly turned extremely ugly. He turned his head sharply, his gaze shooting towards the source of the sound like a knife.

It was the same man who had just expressed his dissatisfaction with the Su family and complained that Liu San was also being ostracized.

The man stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, muttering in a low, sarcastic tone, just loud enough for Fang Qingyu to hear:

"Yes, yes, it's been almost a month since the incident, and a second-tier expert has been too busy to come and see. He's really busy with important matters. It seems that even our Brother Meng's influence isn't enough."

The sarcasm and provocation in these words were almost undisguised.

They completely disregarded Fang Qingyu's remorseful explanation.

In his and his other old brothers' eyes, Su Yu was nothing more than a young master who relied on his family background and whose strength was at most that of a relatively capable second-tier fighter.

These old brothers, who had followed Lei Meng through thick and thin and built the initial foundation, were burning with resentment.

Seeing this young master who ostracized them and then pretended to come to see Brother Meng, their resentment could no longer be suppressed and it burst forth.

"Shut up!!!"

Liu San instantly flew into a rage, his face turning bright red. He let out a suppressed roar at the man, "Wang Laowu! Are you fucking looking for death?! Apologize to Brother Yu right now! When we get back, I'll personally deduct all your resources for this month! Get out! Get the hell out of here right now!"

He was shaking with rage.

The man named Wang Laowu shrank back when Liu San yelled at him.

But seeing the supportive looks from his old buddies around him, his stubborn streak kicked in again.

He stiffened his neck, though he dared not shout any louder.

But he was still muttering something under his breath, clearly unconvinced.

He looked at Fang Qingyu defiantly, showing no intention of apologizing.

The atmosphere in the corridor instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Fang Qingyu's gentle smile remained unchanged upon hearing this.

Instead, he shook his head and smiled.

Their gazes were fixed on the enraged Liu San.

"It's alright, Third Brother. This is a good opportunity for us to get to know each other again."

Fang Qingyu put down the flower basket in his hand.

He took a step closer to Liu San and extended his right hand.

Liu San was completely stunned.

He looked at Fang Qingyu's outstretched hand, then at the serious expression on the other's face, which was by no means a joke, and his mind went blank.

To get to know someone again? To get to know what?
Isn't his name Su Yu?
What other identity could it be?
Could it be that he has some hidden background?
Amidst the bewildered gazes of Liu San and the astonished and uncertain looks of Wang Laowu and the others.

Fang Qingyu smiled and uttered a few words clearly and steadily:

"Hello."

"My name is Fang Qingyu."

(End of this chapter)