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Chapter 358 Liu San's High-Stakes Gamble: The Final Offensive Begins!!!
Liu San instinctively reached out his hand.

With a slightly awkward accent, he replied, "Liu San'er~".

But after saying his name, he suddenly froze.

His expression instantly froze, and he stood there motionless.

His eyes were fixed on the young man in front of him, who still wore a gentle smile.

Disbelief surged in his eyes.
There was also a slight dizziness from being hit by the truth.

"Fang Fang Qingyu?"

Liu San's voice was very dry and almost out of tune.

"it's me."

Fang Qingyu's smile remained calm.

"Holy crap! Thor! Fang Qingyu!!"

A man who had been holding his breath earlier suddenly widened his eyes and exclaimed in surprise.

The sound exploded in the empty corridor.

The shock made him shudder.

That exclamation was like lighting a fuse.

"He's Thor Fang Qingyu?!"

"Oh my God"

"That Fang Qingyu from the Arctic front?!"

The corridor instantly erupted in chaos.

Those old brothers who were originally dissatisfied with the Su family and even spoke sarcastically to Fang Qingyu all lost their anger, grievances, and arrogance at this moment.

All that remained was shock and fear.

Thor!

Fang Qingyu!
These two names are already well-known throughout the City of Injustice and the entire Federation's supernatural community.

How could these people not know?
That was an invincible existence that overwhelmed all others and directly confronted divine bone creations in the third-tier competition.

He was a legendary figure who turned the tide on the Arctic front and was regarded as a hero by the federal government.

His name itself represents absolute power and a dazzling aura.

When the identities of "Thor" and "Fang Qingyu" completely overlap in this seemingly ordinary young man.

The impact it had was almost overwhelming.

Liu San held Fang Qingyu's hand tightly.

That hand was trembling slightly at that moment.

His facial muscles twitched, a thousand words stuck in his throat.

After a long silence, she asked in a hoarse voice, as if she had exhausted all her strength, "What about the others...?"

Fang Qingyu nodded understandingly, his tone calm: "They are all my teammates."

"teammate."

Liu San murmured and repeated those two words.

He slowly loosened his grip, swayed slightly, and sat down on the chair next to him.

However, those complex emotions did not last long.

A sense of excitement, like wildfire spreading, quickly replaced the previous bewilderment.

His head jerked up.

He used to work for the Federal Bureau of Justice.

Although, for various reasons, they ended up in the city of injustice.

Deep down, he was not entirely opposed to the Federation.

They even have an almost instinctive admiration for heroes like Fang Qingyu who tear through the darkness to create light and create miracles in desperate situations.

In the most desperate and helpless moments.

Who hasn't fantasized about having such a powerful being to lend a helping hand?
And now, this legendary hero, this new god of the city of injustice, is right before my eyes.

Moreover, she unexpectedly became one of the people who guided him to the start of his career.

Should we work under Fang Qingyu?

How can this be considered a good choice?

This is an incredible windfall, enough to change the fate of generations.

It's a road to heaven that I never dared to dream of when I was in the Bureau of Divine Religion.

And that Wang Laowu who was just being sarcastic and rude...

His face was ashen, and he rushed to Fang Qingyu, raising his hand to slap himself hard across the face.

"Fang Shen, it's me."

The palm fell with a whooshing sound.

But it was just an inch away from her cheek.

It was firmly grasped by a hand covered with a texture like star-studded crystals.

Fang Qingyu used a little force to pull Wang Laowu up.

Looking into his bewildered eyes, her voice remained gentle: "It's not that bad. You didn't know our identities before, so some of your emotions are understandable."

He glanced at the other equally anxious old brothers and said, "Let's not dwell on the past."

Wang Laowu's lips trembled when he heard Fang Qingyu's words.

But I couldn't utter a word.

All I could do was nod frantically.

Liu San also suddenly stood up, his excitement replaced by a hint of nervousness.

He looked at Fang Qingyu and asked cautiously, "Then, God Fang, can we still work for you?"

He subconsciously assumed that Fang Qingyu had deliberately revealed his identity.

They felt that these veterans were weak and had a narrow vision, so they were preparing to lay their cards on the table and force them to retire gracefully.

After all, the Azure Dragon Gang now has dozens of members at the third rank.

These few second-tier individuals are really nothing special.

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu chuckled and shook his head, a hint of mockery in his eyes: "Do you think you can just leave?"

He pointed to the hospital corridor, and then seemed to point to the entire Gray Rock District, the three southern districts conquered by the Green Dragon Gang. "Aren't you the elders of the Green Dragon Gang? You've also contributed to this business."

This statement was like a reassuring pill.

"Yes! Of course I can!"

Liu San was the first to shout out excitedly, his voice even trembling slightly.

"I'll follow Fang Shen no matter what!"

Wang Laowu and his other old buddies instantly became so excited that their faces turned red.

His chest heaved violently, and his eyes blazed with fervent loyalty and a sense of belonging.

The previous fear and sense of alienation vanished.

What a joke.

In the entire City of Injustice, who wouldn't want to follow Thor Fang Qingyu?

He is not only a symbol of strength, but also a federally certified hero.

Following him means access to top-tier resources and the strongest backer.

This is a thousand times better than the days they spent licking blood off the front lines of gangs and struggling to survive at the bottom of the gang hierarchy.
then.

Fang Qingyu did not stay in the hospital for long.

He briefly visited Lei Meng, who was still unconscious, left a flower basket, and then turned and left.

The fact that he came in person today is itself a silent gesture.

The Green Dragon Gang has not forgotten these original people.

Lei Meng, the nominal leader, is still considered one of their own.

This attitude was enough to put Liu San and the others at ease.

Fang Qingyu's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Liu San slumped back into the chair, his back against the cold wall.

Let out a long sigh of relief.

He could feel his heart still pounding and his limbs feeling weak.

He raised his hand and rubbed his face vigorously.

It was as if they wanted to confirm that what had just happened was not a dream.

"Fang Qingyu, the Thunder God, the Arctic Hero, and the True Leader of the Azure Dragon Gang"

Liu San muttered to himself, each word leaving him dizzy.

He never dreamed of it.

Back then at the dock, I casually helped the Su family members disembark.

It turns out to be a super behemoth that has stirred up the entire Federation and the City of Injustice.

Just two months.

This young man not only expanded the small Green Dragon Gang into a behemoth that dominated the three southern districts.

He himself has reached the pinnacle of combat power in the City of Injustice.

Money? Resources? Status?
As long as we cling tightly to Fang Qingyu, this pillar of strength, what is there to worry about?
With Fang Qingyu's current prestige and strength, even the smallest amount he manages to give is more than enough for these elders to enjoy.

Within the current Green Dragon Gang system.

They are natural heroes who helped the emperor rise to power, and their future is bright.

"Third Brother, we're really rich now."

An older man next to him rubbed his hands excitedly, his face beaming, "Following God Fang, we brothers can walk sideways in this City of Injustice from now on."

"but."

At this moment, another person suddenly interrupted, saying with a slight frown.

“I suddenly thought of something. Fang Shen will leave this City of Injustice sooner or later. With his talent and the importance the Federation attaches to him, breaking through to the third tier is a certainty. He will definitely go to a wider world in the future. What will happen to the Azure Dragon Gang’s huge business and the territory in the three southern districts then?”

These words were like cold water being poured into boiling oil.

The other old buddies were taken aback at first.

His eyes immediately lit up.

"That's right! Why didn't I think of that!"

"Fang Shen can't stay cooped up in this lousy place forever."

At that time, these territories...
Let's not even talk about handing it over to those second-tier players to manage.

But at least their rights would be much greater than they are now.

However, the excitement on Liu San's face quickly faded like the tide.

He suddenly stood up from the chair, the movement so forceful that it almost tipped the chair over.

Liu San stared blankly ahead, his eyes fixed on the distance.

It felt as if I had been struck by an invisible bolt of lightning.

He kept muttering to himself, "Yes, he'll leave sooner or later. How can a hero of the Federation stay in a place like this forever?"

"Third Brother? What's wrong?"

Wang Laowu was the first to notice Liu San's unusual behavior and asked him in confusion.

The others also stopped their excited chatter.

She looked at him, puzzled.

Liu San suddenly snapped out of his daze, his eyes instantly sharpening as he swept over his old comrades.

A flash of anger, a mixture of disappointment and frustration, crossed his face.

He raised his hand and slapped the back of the head of the person closest to him hard, muttering a curse under his breath:

"Damn it! You bunch of idiots, can't you think long-term?! Think fucking long-term!!"

After he finished cursing, he didn't even look at the bewildered crowd.

He turned around and strode hurriedly toward the elevator, his steps quick and urgent.

Wang Laowu and the others were left looking at each other in bewilderment.

His face was full of question marks and grievances.

"Looking at the long term? Isn't this long-term enough? They're already thinking about what will happen after Fang Shen leaves."

Wang Laowu rubbed the back of his head and muttered to himself.

"Yeah, what's wrong with Third Brother? Did he get knocked out by the pie?" another person asked, puzzled.

"Who cares! Just follow Fang Shen! Third Brother must have his reasons!"

Some people blindly trust.

They could never comprehend the turmoil raging within Liu San at that moment.

They only saw the territory and power that Fang Qingyu left behind after he left.

But Liu San saw the true dragon that was following Fang Qingyu.

What can be reached
future!!
Dark as ink.

A somber atmosphere enveloped a massive, abandoned factory on the edge of the limestone district.

The rusty steel frame cast a menacing silhouette in the pale moonlight, and the air was filled with the musty smell of rust, machine oil and dust.

however.

In the center of the factory, on a huge open space that had been cleared out.

The atmosphere, however, was in stark contrast to the surrounding desolation and deathly silence.

Here, hundreds of figures stood solemnly.

These people were all involved in the Green Dragon Gang's frenzied expansion.

They were personally selected and recruited by Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan, and others, either under the name of Fang Qingyu or under the name of Thor.

So whether it's those who worship Thor or those who worship Fang Qingyu.

They have all gathered here at this moment.

the most important is.

They joined.

They were then clearly informed of the Green Dragon Gang's true core objective.

The Heavenly Punishment Society will be destroyed.

However, these people are not all members of the Green Dragon Gang.

Only a portion of the core elite.

Therefore, everyone standing here.

They all possess at least the peak strength of the second tier, and some even have a deep and condensed aura of the third tier.

They wore uniform dark gray combat suits, stood tall and straight like javelins, and had no superfluous expressions on their faces.

There was only a chilling, almost frozen atmosphere and a burning fighting spirit hidden beneath the calm.

They all knew why they were gathered here tonight.

They also knew who the target was.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the figure at the very front.

He wore a simple gray combat uniform, and although his figure wasn't particularly imposing, he resembled an unshakeable mountain. His face was covered by a mask formed from pure golden lightning.

Thor!

No one could see their expression behind the mask.

But that slightly raised chin, and the gaze projected through the eye holes of the mask.

Yet it carried an air of indifference that looked down on everything and an absolute confidence.

He is the faith of these people.

Fang Qingyu's gaze slowly swept over the faces in front of him, some young and some weathered, but all filled with determination and fervor.

There was no lengthy pre-battle mobilization.

There was no rousing, emotional speech.

Just stood there quietly.

A moment later, a calm and completely undisturbed voice rang out:

"tonight."

"We will win the battle!"

Three words, concise and powerful.

"Must win!!!"

"Must win!!!"

"Must win!!!"

After a brief silence, a roar like a tsunami erupted.

The fighting spirit and fervor accumulated by hundreds of second- and third-tier powerhouses were completely ignited at this moment.

A roar suddenly erupted.

The few pedestrians on the street in the distance were startled by the sudden roar.

He stared in horror at the source of the sound, his heart pounding wildly.

Although no supernatural energy was used.

But the roar of these hundreds of powerful figures was terrifying enough.

The roar subsided, but its echoes lingered in the empty factory.

Fang Qingyu nodded slightly and took half a step back.

Wei Banmeng took a step forward.

"Get in the car!"

"Target: The headquarters of the Heavenly Punishment Society!"

No unnecessary nonsense.

More than a dozen buses that had been waiting outside the factory started moving at the same time.

Hundreds of elite soldiers quickly and orderly split into more than a dozen streams and surged toward their respective carriages.

The car doors closed, and the roar of the engines continued.

The convoy tore through the night, heading in a grand procession toward the heart of the unjust city.

Meanwhile, Fang Qingyu was leading his core combat forces to the battlefield.

Downstairs from the headquarters building of the Green Dragon Gang.

A group of people quickly gathered together.

There were more people than at the factory, numbering over a thousand.

But the atmosphere was completely different.

This place is filled with doubt, confusion, and restlessness.

The group was composed of a diverse mix of people, including early members of the Green Dragon Gang, skilled individuals recruited during its later expansion, and even some older managers primarily responsible for logistics or local affairs.

Their abilities vary greatly.

But they are all at least second-tier, and some are even at the peak of third-tier.

They were summoned by Liu San, who was panting and covered in sweat.

He stood on the steps in front of the headquarters building, looking down at the dense crowd below, his chest heaving violently.

He just used his seniority and emergency contact privileges as quickly as possible.

They forcibly summoned all the gang members they could contact who were at least at the second rank.

"Third Brother! What's happened? Why did you call everyone here in such a hurry?"

"Yeah, Third Brother, I was having a lucky streak at the casino just now!"

The crowd was buzzing with discussion.

All eyes were fixed on Liu San on the steps, filled with confusion.

Liu San took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the panting from his frantic run and the turmoil in his heart.

He did not answer anyone's questions.

His gaze slowly swept over the familiar and unfamiliar faces below, and his voice, loud and clear, asked with an unprecedented seriousness:
"Brothers, I have a question for you!"

He paused, making sure everyone's attention was drawn.

"If one day—and I mean if—you could live under the sun of the Union again, upright and without being wanted or discriminated against, like all other citizens of the Union, would you want to?!"

This problem is like pouring a ladle of ice water into a pot of boiling oil.

After a moment of silence.

There was a burst of laughter and snickers.

"Pfft, Third Brother, what kind of lame joke are you telling so late at night?"

"Hahaha, go back to the Federation? What for? To be a slave and a bodyguard for ordinary people? Or to tighten screws on a factory assembly line?"

"Yeah, Third Brother, you've had too much to drink, haven't you? The Federation isn't as straightforward as this place. Might makes right! Money, power, and women! Rules? What's that?"

"Exactly! Anyone who's committed a crime in the Federation, who can go back? Even if they did, they'd just be stuck in jail!"

"It's so much more comfortable here! Although we still have to work hard, at least we can do whatever we want, as long as our fists are strong enough!"

The crowd was filled with disdain for the Federation.

A mockery of the rules and a longing for freedom in the city of injustice.

Many people wore mocking smiles, finding Liu San's question utterly absurd.

Liu San stood on the steps, watching and listening silently.

He neither interrupted nor explained.

There was no expression on his face.

Gradually, the laughter, mockery, and chatter subsided like the receding tide.

Those playful smiles slowly froze and disappeared.

Those who had been talking loudly about freedom lowered their voices and their eyes began to wander.

Because they were under Liu San's gaze.

They saw in each other's eyes a hint of longing that was deliberately hidden, a longing that even they themselves were unwilling to admit.

Longing for an identity in the sunlight.

I long for a life free from constant fear.

They longed to be able to openly contact relatives who might still be in the Union.

They yearn for that thing called belonging and honor, which they themselves have long since trampled into the mud.
Who hasn't had dreams?

Who hasn't been passionate at some point?

Who hasn't, in the quiet of the night, longed for the clean streets, bright lights, and warmth of family reunions in a federal city?
Behind the freedom of the City of Injustice lies eternal wandering, endless struggle, and a destiny of sinking into darkness.

Under the rules of the federal government lies order, protection, and the foundation upon which countless ordinary people depend for their survival.

It was also what these fallen individuals once possessed, yet which they themselves discarded.
home.

Silence was like a heavy curtain.

It enveloped the square where thousands of people had gathered.

Liu San clearly saw that many people's eyes changed from initial mockery to complex confusion, and finally turned into a deep bitterness.

Those who had been loudly proclaiming how enjoyable the place were now lowering their heads, their eyes darting around.

He knew the time was right.

He took a deep breath, his voice growing louder and piercing the heavy silence:
"Now! I, Liu San, can tell you!"

"This opportunity isn't a hypothetical! It's right in front of us!"

"but."

At this point, Liu San suddenly raised his voice:

"It requires a desperate fight! It requires risking one's life! It requires trading one's life for it!"

"Now, those who want to seize this opportunity and return to the Federation with dignity, stay!"

"I think things are fine as they are now. I don't want to go through any more trouble. The door is over there, and I can leave right now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the square fell silent once again.

The air seemed to freeze, with only heavy breathing echoing through the room.

After a few seconds.

"Pshaw! You're crazy!"

A burly, tattooed man chuckled, turned around without hesitation, and strode toward the open door.

"Go back to the Federation? I'd rather die here than go back to the Federation!"

Another figure followed closely behind.

"Third brother, I'm sorry, I just want to make a living peacefully."

An older man sighed and silently turned to leave.

One by one, nearly a hundred people chose to leave.

They either don't believe it, are content with the status quo, or feel the risks are too great.

but.

More people stayed.

After the initial confusion and struggle, their eyes gradually became firm and fervent.

They may have made mistakes.

Perhaps I was lost.

But deep down, the yearning for light and order has never been extinguished.

In the end, nearly nine hundred people remained in the square.

They straightened their backs spontaneously, their eyes fixed intently on Liu San on the steps.

They expressed their choice silently.

Fight!

Liu San looked at the dark mass of people and chose to stay.

Look into their eyes.

A relieved smile slowly crept onto his lips.

He made the right bet.

"Okay!" Liu San's voice was tinged with excitement.

"Brothers who wish to stay, heed my command!"

"Collect your equipment immediately! Check your weapons!"

"Our battlefield isn't at headquarters; we're following in the footsteps of the true leader. Our objective is..."

He suddenly raised his hand.

Pointing towards the brightly lit city center:
"The Heavenly Punishment Society!"

A convoy of more than a dozen buses.

Rolling through the quiet streets late at night.

Although the blockade forces of the seven major powers have withdrawn, there are still few pedestrians on the streets.

When the few pedestrians passing by saw the bus convoy, their expressions changed drastically. Like startled rabbits, they either immediately lowered their heads and quickened their pace, or simply turned and ran, quickly disappearing into the dark alleys.

The convoy stopped quickly.

It stopped in front of the headquarters of the Heavenly Punishment Society.

The massive building, filled with a sense of religious oppression, had a soaring spire that seemed to pierce the night sky.

The massive archway was tightly shut.

It is engraved with twisted and bizarre runes and patterns.

In front of the door.

Four guards, shrouded entirely in black robes, stood silently like lifeless stone sculptures.

They ignored the convoy parked in front of them.

Beneath the empty mask, there was only deathly silence.

The car doors opened simultaneously with a whoosh.

Fang Qingyu was the first to step out of the car.

Following that, Jiang Wei, Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan, Su Wanqing, Lin Yu, Lu Jiuyuan, Qi Hao, and Qin Feng...
One by one, the core members filed out.

Next came the hundreds of silent and menacing elite troops.

Like a black tide, they quickly and orderly lined up behind Fang Qingyu, their movements perfectly synchronized and without making a sound.

A murderous aura and a fighting spirit intertwined and rose from their bodies.

Hundreds of eyes were fixed on the four black-robed guards and the tightly closed door.

Fang Qingyu stood at the very front of the line.

The gaze beneath the serpentine mask calmly swept over the building before him.

He slowly raised his right hand, holding a crystal-clear, transparent sphere the size of a head.

This is a super-large force field.

It is much larger than a normal force field.

There were no superfluous words, no pre-battle announcements.

Fang Qingyu raised his arm slightly.

He casually tossed the transparent sphere towards the ground.

The sphere traced a brief arc.

It landed silently on the stone steps in front of the Heavenly Punishment Society headquarters.

At the very instant the sphere touches the ground.
hum! ! !
An invisible wave, centered on the point where the sphere landed, suddenly spread out like ripples on water.

It instantly covered the entire headquarters building of the Heavenly Punishment Society and its surrounding vast area.

Force field formation.

To isolate the inside from the outside.

Fang Qingyu raised his head slightly.

He slowly raised the Dragon Sparrow Slayer Sword in his hand.

He then swung his sword forward sharply, uttering a single word at the same time.

"kill!!!"

(End of this chapter)