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Chapter 369 The Invincible Technique is in hand; it's time to leave!

Chapter 369 The Invincible Technique is in hand; it's time to leave!
next second.

An invisible ripple, like the first stone thrown into a calm lake.

It swept across the entire living room without warning.

hum!
Everyone in the living room jolted and looked up instantly.

"Who?!"

Chu Kuanglan suddenly opened his large, bell-like eyes, his bulging muscles instantly tensed, and his giant sword hummed as it rose half an inch.

He scanned his surroundings with a murderous aura.

My gaze instantly locked onto the entrance to the living room.

A figure had been standing there quietly for some time now.

Wearing a gray-blue cloth robe, with slightly frosty temples and a simple, calm face, he was none other than City Lord Da Lei.

He was standing there without anyone noticing.

It blends seamlessly into its surroundings, remaining silent and unnoticed.

Upon seeing it was him, the tense nerves of the crowd instantly relaxed, and the weapons they had raised were slowly lowered.

Doubts remain, but hostility has dissipated.

Jiang Wei once said that this city lord would not harm them.

Da Lei's gaze did not linger on the crowd.

He simply stared calmly at the two figures facing each other in the center of the living room.

Fang Qingyu and the mutated Chen Wudi.

at this time
roar--!!!!

A heart-wrenching roar suddenly erupted from Chen Wudi's mouth.

The shaking caused the living room chandelier to sway wildly.

The terrifying mutant, nearly three meters tall, was covered in dark material that churned and expanded violently like boiling magma.

Its head, now only a huge mouth and a single eye, suddenly tilted back.

Its enormous mouth, covered with spiraling teeth, opened to its fullest extent, emitting a chilling wail.

In that single eye burning with dark golden flames.

This moment is filled with extreme pain and struggle.

at the same time!

Boom!Boom!Boom!
A strange throbbing, like a heavy heartbeat, suddenly resounded.

Each heartbeat was clearly transmitted to the depths of everyone's heart in the living room, causing an indescribable throbbing.

With this heart-pounding rhythm.

A visible pale golden ripple suddenly spread outwards from the distorted Chen Wudi.

Om-!
Wherever the ripples swept, the space seemed to ripple.

"retreat!"

Wei Banmeng's cool voice carried an unprecedented solemnity as she was the first to react.

Almost the instant she spoke.

The golden ripples, imbued with an indescribable pressure, had already swept over.

The moment it came into contact with the ripples.

Everyone felt as if an irresistible force of rejection was crashing into them.

boom!
The sofa, coffee table, and decorations in the living room were instantly reduced to dust.

The crowd was like fallen leaves in a storm, powerless against the overwhelming force that sent them flying.

Chu Kuanglan roared and tried to stabilize himself by plunging his greatsword into the ground. The blade plowed through the floor, leaving dazzling sparks, but he was still pushed off the ground.

Those who were slightly weaker, such as Qi Hao and Lao Qin, were thrown out directly.

In the blink of an eye, only Da Lei remained standing motionless in the living room.

Everyone was thrown more than a hundred meters away by the terrifying shockwave, crashing hard into the outer wall of the villa before barely regaining their balance.

Rumbling--

As they were being pushed out, the entire villa began to shake and collapse violently, like a sandcastle.

Bricks and rubble cascaded down like a waterfall.

Smoke and dust rose into the sky.

However, at the heart of that destruction, at the source of the ever-spreading golden ripples...
Fang Qingyu was suspended in mid-air.

Its body, covered in star crystals, remained as stable as a mountain amidst the pale golden ripples.

The aberrant Chen Wudi's index finger, composed of dark red crystals and twisted dark matter, was still trembling, yet it firmly pressed against Fang Qingyu's brow.

The two seemed to be in another time and space.

The violent collapse and flying debris came into contact with that layer of pale golden ripples.

They were strangely eliminated and pushed away, unable to touch them in the slightest.

A hundred meters away, the group, covered in dust and dirt, crawled up from the rubble.

They stared in astonishment at the two figures in the center of the ruins, enveloped in a pale golden halo, resembling a shrine.

"What the hell is that noise?!"

Chu Kuanglan rubbed his sore shoulder, looking at the ever-expanding golden ripples that forced them to retreat, still feeling lingering fear.

"City Lord," Wei Banmeng immediately looked at Da Lei, the only one standing in the center closest to the core of the fluctuations, and asked, "What's going on?! Why can't we get close at all?! Could Qingzi...?"

Da Lei slowly turned around, his gray-blue robe fluttering slightly in the breeze that rippled with pale gold.

His face remained as calm as a still well.

Only a faint trace of helplessness flashed across the depths of his eyes.

"do not know."

"This is also the first time I've witnessed the process of spreading the invincible method of preaching."

"The Way should not be lightly transmitted, nor should people be lightly guided."

A clear, cool voice rang out; it was Jiang Wei.

She was already standing in front of the crowd, her long, crimson hair dancing in the ripples, her red eyes fixed on the two figures in the center of the ruins, a hint of realization finally appearing in her clear eyes.

"I've heard that if an invincible technique is passed down between people, it depends on whether the recipient has the aptitude and ability to accept it."

Boom!Boom!Boom!
In the heart of the ruins, the heavy heartbeat grew faster and clearer.

The pale golden ripples surged more and more violently with each wave.

Each wave spreading is like a silent command from heaven and earth.

The group had no choice but to retreat again, from 100 meters to 200 meters, then 300 meters.
Finally, when the fourth wave swept through, everyone was pushed a kilometer away.

Standing on the top of a tall building.

Only then could one barely make out the situation in the center.

Fang Qingyu and Chen Wudi's figures had become somewhat blurred in the pale golden light, and only the index finger pointing towards their brows could be seen still connecting the two.

Om-!
Just as the fifth heartbeat sounded.

The heavy, drum-like heartbeat suddenly changed.

A faint yet incredibly clear sound, like the first gentle breeze after the creation of the world.

It is like the rhythm of an ancient river of stars flowing through the ages.

Without warning, it pierced through the terrifying pressure and clearly reached everyone's ears.

It resonates even more directly in the depths of everyone's heart.

The sound was indescribable in terms of its specific tone; it was neither metal nor stone, neither silk nor bamboo.

It is ethereal and otherworldly, yet carries an indescribable sense of weight.

The instant it enters the ear.

It makes one's mind calm down involuntarily, all distracting thoughts disappear, and the soul feels as if it has been cleansed by a clear spring, leaving the whole body feeling comfortable.

"This is.?"

A sharp glint flashed in Wei Banmeng's usually cold eyes.

She instinctively held her breath, focusing intently on capturing that mysterious sound.

"The Voice of the Avenue."

Da Lei's voice rang out again, carrying a rare solemnity. He did not turn around, his gaze still fixed on the center of the ruins. "The invincible technique has manifested in the world, the Dao resonates, and heaven and earth interact. This is the sound of the Great Dao manifesting. You had better listen carefully; it will benefit you."

The voice just fell.

puff.

A soft sound.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Qi Hao standing at the edge, his eyes filled with a blank and empty calm.

His head was slightly lowered and his eyes were closed.

They've clearly fallen into some kind of predicament.

Next came Lao Qin, Lao Qiao, and Lü Chen; their expressions quickly became calm and focused.

Whether standing or sitting, they entered a certain state.

Seeing this, Chu Kuanglan sat down cross-legged without hesitation, placing the giant sword horizontally in front of his knees.

The knotted muscles relaxed, and the large, round eyes slowly closed.

Even his rugged face managed to contort into a dignified and solemn expression.

They began to concentrate and capture the ethereal and profound sounds of the Great Dao.

Needless to say, the third-tier experts like Wei Banmeng had already found their places, some sitting and some standing, and focused their minds on the mysterious sound.

A look of varying degrees of understanding appeared on everyone's face.

For a moment, at the edge of this ruin a kilometer away, only Jiang Wei and Da Lei remained standing, still conscious.
Everyone was caught in some kind of strange state.

The roar of the collapsing ruins and the howling of the night wind became background noise.

Jiang Wei and Da Lei stood side by side.

Standing in front of the crowd.

Her gaze pierced through a thousand meters, locking onto the ever-growing golden light at the center of the ruins.

In the light, Fang Qingyu and Chen Wudi's figures were completely submerged.

Only two blurry outlines can be seen.

"I wonder which invincible technique this is?"

Jiang Wei's voice was very soft, as if she were talking to herself, with a hint of inquiry.

Did Chi You fight against heaven and earth? Did Nuwa create all living things? Or were they beings from even more ancient times?

Da Lei stood beside her, slightly behind her.

He displayed a subtle, almost imperceptible respect.

He remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking, his voice low and deep: "Judging from its aura, it seems to carry the intent of war and slaughter, as well as the rhythm of creation returning to nothingness. If we talk about antiquity, it could be the 'Warlord's Conquest of the World' by Emperor Chiyou or the 'Creation and Mending of Heaven' by Goddess Nuwa."

Jiang Wei's red eyes shifted slightly, her clear gaze landing on Da Lei's rustic profile.

His tone was calm and even: "Isn't there another possibility? The creation of heaven and earth, the initial separation of chaos, the 'Primordial Creation Strategy' of the Great God Pangu."

"The Primordial Strategy of Creation"

Da Lei's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

He then remained silent for a long time before finally shaking his head slowly.

He let out a barely audible sigh: "No matter which chapter it was before, with the current conditions of 'three physical body breakthroughs to perfection and four breakthroughs to perfection of the spiritual platform,' it doesn't really matter whose it is."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wei turned her gaze back to the blazing golden light.

No more words were spoken.

Yes, the conditions are so stringent that they would deter even the most exceptionally talented individuals.

Whose book is this invincible technique?

It's not really that important anymore.

The golden light at the center of the ruins, after reaching a certain peak, finally began to slowly recede.

That profound and mysterious sound of the Great Dao, like the creation of the world.

Like the receding tide, it quietly receded, leaving a lingering aftertaste, and finally returned to silence.

As the light and sound faded away.

The oppressive and repulsive force that permeated the world also melted away completely, like ice and snow.

The crowd was immersed in a state of enlightenment.

It's like slowly waking up from a long and profound dream.

Chu Kuanglan suddenly opened his eyes, his large, copper-bell-shaped eyes gleaming with sharp light. Beneath his bulging muscles, his blood and qi surged like a dragon, emitting a deep rumble.

He felt the way forward.

Surprisingly, he softened considerably during that short period of listening.

Although no breakthrough has been achieved, the path ahead is already clear.

"happy!"

He couldn't help but let out a low growl, his voice booming like a bell.

Su Wanqing, Lin Yu, and the others also gained something, their faces filled with joy and satisfaction.

The biggest beneficiaries were Qi Hao, Lao Qin, Haozi, and several other second-tier individuals.

The sense of nature that they had previously lacked.

In the limited time they had tonight, each of them grasped the true meaning of their message.

It directly filled in the missing foundation.

The golden light had completely faded away.

The smoke and dust had mostly settled.

Above the ruins, only one figure floated silently.

Its body, covered in star-like crystals, shimmered with a deep luster in the first light of dawn.

The star-shaped horn on its forehead still radiated a cool, clear light.

It was Fang Qingyu.

As for Chen Wudi, the terrifying mutant who was only left with a huge mouth and one eye, standing three meters tall.

But at this moment, it has vanished without a trace.

Where is Chen Wudi?

Qi Hao rubbed his still somewhat dazed head and asked with a look of surprise and uncertainty.

"It is a miracle that such a distorted form can be maintained without the nourishment of blood sacrifice."

Da Lei's calm voice rang out, answering everyone's questions, "The fact that he was able to hold on until he could completely transmit the Invincible Technique, exhausting his last bit of essence, is already an obsession."

His tone carried a hint of indescribable emotion.

A soul that was used as a tool, twisted, and sacrificed.

The ultimate obsession was to pass on this Dharma, which brought endless suffering, in its entirety.

That's really ironic.

Jiang Wei's figure flashed like a crimson flame, instantly covering a distance of a thousand meters.

It appeared not far in front of Fang Qingyu.

Da Lei followed closely behind.

Fang Qingyu slowly opened his eyes.

It was still those eyes that held the power of a swirling galaxy.

However, in the instant those eyes opened, both Jiang Wei, who was standing close by, and Da Lei, who was a step behind, clearly noticed something different.

The sharpness and exuberance that belonged to a twenty-year-old youth were no longer present in those eyes.

Instead, it carries an indescribable sense of vicissitude.

It's as if it has witnessed countless ages and seen the world change.

All the joys and sorrows, the rise and fall, the glory and the disgrace, all settle and dissolve in my eyes, ultimately returning to a near-empty tranquility.

It's a kind of insight gained after understanding far too much.

An almost divine indifference.

That look made Jiang Wei's heart clench.

"Qingzi?"

Her clear voice carried a hint of worry.

Upon hearing Jiang Wei's voice, the vast sense of vicissitude in Fang Qingyu's eyes rippled slightly, like a lake surface tossed with a pebble.

He slowly turned his eyes, his gaze falling on Jiang Wei's beautiful face, which was filled with concern.

A ripple finally appeared in that indifferent gaze, as calm as an ancient well.

A touch of human warmth.

Fang Qingyu twitched the corners of his mouth and forced a smile.

His voice carried a hoarseness from not speaking for a long time and an indescribable weariness:

"I'm fine." He paused, seemingly still adjusting to the massive flow of information settling in his mind. "It's just that the process of receiving this information is a bit too mysterious."

His gaze then swept down to the spot where Chen Wudi had disappeared, his expression complex.

Hearing Fang Qingyu say that he was alright, and seeing the familiar warmth reappear in his eyes, Jiang Wei's tense heart finally relaxed completely. A hint of relief flashed in her red eyes, and she nodded gently: "It's good that you're alright."

At this moment, Chu Kuanglan, Wei Banmeng, and others also flew over.

They landed on the ruins, surrounding Fang Qingyu in the middle.

"Qingzi! Are you really alright?"

Chu Kuanglan's loud voice was filled with concern. He raised his large, fan-like hand, seemingly wanting to pat Fang Qingyu's shoulder, but it only hovered in mid-air.

"never mind."

Fang Qingyu's smile became much more natural.

His gaze swept over the faces that were filled with excitement, worry, or joy.

A warm feeling welled up in my heart.

Seeing that he was in good spirits and breathing steadily, everyone finally felt relieved.

But then.

A subtle silence fell over the atmosphere.

Are you happy? Of course I am!

Fang Qingyu successfully obtained the legendary invincible technique.

but
Everyone's eyes involuntarily turned to Jiang Wei.

Regarding the almost impossible cultivation conditions of this invincible technique.

It's no secret.

Now, congratulations to Fang Qingyu for obtaining the Invincible Technique.

Something doesn't seem right, since Fang Qingyu is unable to cultivate.

Instead, advise Fang Qingyu not to cultivate.

This invincible technique was obtained after a great deal of effort.
Something doesn't seem quite right.

So for a moment, the joy on everyone's faces seemed somewhat forced.

His eyes held a complex expression, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

The atmosphere was so awkward it was almost frozen.

Fang Qingyu looked at the conflicted expressions on everyone's faces.

How could they not understand what they were thinking?
He suddenly shook his head and chuckled, breaking the silence: "Why are you all looking so gloomy? What's that saying again?"

Fang Qingyu paused deliberately, his gaze sweeping over everyone.

"We can do without it, but we can't be without it!"

He then shrugged, his tone relaxed: "Anyway, getting my hands on this thing is a huge good thing in itself, right? This is an invincible technique, something that countless people would love to even glimpse but can't get their hands on. Now it's in my head, isn't that better than anything else?"

"Haha, you're right!"

Chu Kuanglan was the first to react, slapping his thigh and letting out a loud laugh, instantly dispelling the awkward atmosphere. "Qingzi is right. We can do without it, but we can't be without it! In any case, getting the Invincible Technique is a good thing."

He winked and looked at everyone: "And what if we give birth to a once-in-a-millennium genius when we get married and have kids? Then Qingzi can just slap this invincible magic on his forehead! Wow, that would be amazing, we'd be flying high!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, gesturing wildly and spitting as he spoke.

This joke instantly pulled everyone back from that unrealistic sense of heaviness.

"Pfft."

Su Wanqing couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Old Chu, shut up!"

Wei Banmeng rolled her eyes at him, but couldn't help but smile.

The tense faces of everyone finally broke into genuine smiles of relief.

The last wisp of gloom shrouded the ruins.

It dissipated completely amidst the dawn and laughter.

The morning light is dim.

Last night's dramatic change was like a pebble thrown into a deep lake.

The ripples may be spreading, but life must go on.

On the top floor of the city lord's mansion, there is an extremely elegant tea room.

Outside the window, the rising sun paints the sea of clouds a pale golden-red.

The aroma of tea wafted through the room, soothing and delightful.

Fang Qingyu and Da Lei sat facing each other.

Fang Qingyu picked up the cup of clear tea in front of him, took a small sip, and relaxed.

Da Lei's gaze fell on Fang Qingyu.

He remained silent for a moment, then finally spoke slowly, breaking the tranquility of the tea room:

"You deliberately made such a big commotion last night just to show off to me?"

Fang Qingyu paused slightly in the teacup he was holding, and looked up at Da Lei.

A look of innocent surprise crossed her face: "Why would you say that? I don't quite understand what you're saying."

Da Lei's face darkened instantly.

He stared at Fang Qingyu, his tone becoming more forceful, tinged with suppressed anger: "Don't you understand? With your combat power, you could have crushed them long ago. Why wait until he runs outside, transforms into that disgusting mountain of flesh, and then creates that scene? If you're not doing this for me, who are you doing it for?"

He spoke faster and faster, clearly annoyed by Fang Qingyu's innocent appearance: "Are you afraid people won't know how good you are at fighting, or are you afraid people won't know how chaotic this City of Injustice is?!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu put down his teacup, and the innocence on his face quickly vanished.

Leaning back slightly, he rested against the comfortable chair back, his fingers lightly tapping the rosewood armrests.

He seemed to be seriously considering Da Lei's accusations.

A moment later, Fang Qingyu raised his head, a half-smile playing on his lips.

His tone carried a sincere realization:
"Oh, now that you mention it, it does make some sense?" He nodded, meeting Da Lei's fiery gaze, and slowly added, "Yes, you're absolutely right."

"you--"

Da Lei felt a surge of anger rush to his head, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

In all his years of life, ruling the city of injustice, he had never been so sarcastic and defiant.

Especially since it was a young man in his early twenties.

However, Da Lei eventually took a few deep breaths and forcibly suppressed his surging anger.

She sighed and said, "Just tell me what you're unhappy about. I won't be angry for the sake of Lady Nuba."

Fang Qingyu's eyes lit up instantly upon hearing this.

He sat up straight, and the sincerity on his face instantly transformed into a hearty smile of obedience:
"Lord City Lord, you said it yourself! A gentleman's word is his bond!"

Da Lei, his face dark, nodded heavily and squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth: "Speak!"

"it is good."

Fang Qingyu's smile deepened.

The next second, Fang Qingyu reached into his pocket.

He pulled out a thick, thread-bound notebook.

Grab the edge of the notebook and pull hard with both hands.

Wow!
The notebook was instantly unfolded into a strip of paper, two or three meters long, densely covered with tiny characters.

Fang Qingyu slapped the paper strip onto the rosewood tea table between the two of them with a loud thud.

"Lord of the City, please look!"

Fang Qingyu's voice still carried a smile, but that smile had lost its warmth. "This is a partial list of human trafficking cases in the city compiled by my subordinates over the past two years. Look at this, it's densely packed, thousands of names! And this is only from my investigation of the past two years!!!"

His finger slammed down on the still-wet ink of the names, his voice rising abruptly, filled with undisguised accusation: "Then guess how many people have been abducted into this City of Injustice over the years?! I think this City of Injustice shouldn't be called the City of Injustice anymore, let's just change its name! Let's call it the City of Human Trafficking, or the Capital of the Human Trafficking Black Market, do you think that's fitting?!"

Da Lei's face was beyond just black.

He stared intently at the ridiculously long list, his knuckles turning white from clenching his fists.

However, Fang Qingyu had more to say.

Before Da Lei could even speak, he reached into his pocket again.

This time, what he pulled out was a thick stack of photos.

The photos were thrown onto the tea table and scattered.

The scene in the photo instantly caught Da Lei's eye.

What kind of people were they?
Some huddled in dark, damp corners, emaciated and withered, with hardly any flesh or blood left on their bodies, only a loose skin covering their jagged bones.

His eyes were empty and lifeless, like two rotten black holes.

There was no trace of human vitality, only a deathly silence, numbness, and despair.

Some were locked in small iron cages, like livestock waiting to be slaughtered, with vacant eyes and drool dripping uncontrollably from the corners of their mouths, pooling into a small puddle on the dirty ground.

They were dressed in tattered clothes.

The cloth strips, their original color indiscernible, revealed bare skin covered in grime and suspicious sores.

Some were even indistinguishable in age and gender, like empty shells stripped of all their energy, with unfocused eyes and blank expressions.

In the background of the photo, countless similar figures can be vaguely seen, densely packed together.

"And then there are these ordinary people."

"Do you know where they are?!"

He didn't need Da Lei to answer at all, and continued:
"They live in a place under your rule, a place called Elysium, where there are millions of people like them!"

"Look at them like this again, tell me, can they still be called human beings?"

"enough!"

Da Lei slammed his hand on the tea table.

He suddenly stood up, and for the first time, his usually calm and undisturbed aura surged violently.

The bluish-gray cloth robe moved on its own without wind, fluttering and rustling.

An unimaginable, terrifying pressure instantly filled the entire tea room.

Da Lei stared intently at Fang Qingyu, his voice icy:

"Why did they become like this?! Tell me!"

Faced with this overwhelming rage and pressure that would terrify even ordinary fourth-tier cultivators.

Fang Qingyu, however, remained completely unfazed.

He even leisurely brushed away the few drops of tea that had splashed onto his clothes.

He met Da Lei's gaze, which was almost spitting fire.

Fang Qingyu smiled.

"Want to know?"

He uttered three words softly.

"I'll take you there."

"Why don't you see for yourself and understand everything?"

The sun is just right.

The streets of the injustice city's limestone district are gilded with a warm gold.

Fang Qingyu walked briskly back to the headquarters of the Green Dragon Gang, even humming an off-key tune.

The fatigue from receiving the Invincible Technique last night seemed to be swept away by the morning breeze.

The indifference that had shown him through the vicissitudes of life between his brows had faded considerably.

They have regained the vibrant spirit that belongs to young people.

I'm in a really good mood.

This morning, he accompanied City Lord Da Lei, whose face was ashen, to several places.

It's not a bustling commercial district, not a decadent money pit, and not a chaotic area teeming with gangs.

It is not, but this glamorous city of injustice.

The lowest, dirtiest, and most unknown corner.

He led Da Lei into an underground space disguised as a large pharmaceutical factory.

It's full.
Various filthy assembly lines.

They produce hallucinogenic drugs that poison ordinary people. (Those who know, know.)

They even took Da Lei on a distant tour of one of the outer entrances to the City of Elysium.

Looking at countless people.

With a morbid excitement, they lined up to wait to enter that hellhole.

At each location, Fang Qingyu would offer timely reminders.

And they changed the name of the City of Injustice dozens of times.

Da Lei's face went from initially being ashen, then turning ashen, and finally...
A near-numb coldness.

Fang Qingyu knew he was angry, and very angry.

So angry that she eventually sealed his mouth with some kind of secret method.

He could only watch helplessly.

But this is exactly what Fang Qingyu wanted.

He wanted to use the most stark reality and the harshest words.

Let's completely wake this high and mighty city lord from his dream of false order and protection.

Let him see for himself what his so-called rules are.

Just how many maggots have infested this city?

Anger is the beginning of change.

Fang Qingyu recalled Da Lei's final expression, as if he had been force-fed several pounds of flies.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Then we walked to the front of the villa.

Push open that familiar door of the villa.

Fang Qingyu's voice, which was tinged with laughter, came to an abrupt halt.

The scene before him made him slightly stunned.

in the living room.

A scene of bustling activity.

A huge tactical backpack lay open on the floor.

Chu Kuanglan was struggling to stuff several spare combat suits into the suit.

They were practically bursting their backpacks with their weight.

Su Wanqing and Lin Yu were counting some sealed materials related to the Fate Ghost.

Qi Hao, Lao Qin, Haozi, and others were busy packing and sealing some important documents and spoils of war.

The air was filled with a busy yet orderly atmosphere.

The sound of Fang Qingyu pushing open the door startled everyone.

Wei Banmeng looked up, saw it was him, and a slight smile appeared on her cool face. She put down the equipment box in her hand: "Qingzi, you're back? Perfect timing."

She pointed upstairs, "Xiao Jiang is upstairs helping you pack your luggage."

He paused for a moment, then looked at Fang Qingyu and asked naturally, "By the way, have you finished dealing with things over there? We're almost done packing up here. When are we planning to leave?"

"Walk?"

Fang Qingyu subconsciously repeated a sentence.

The smile on his face slowly faded, and his eyes were momentarily dazed.

The Heavenly Punishment Society has been destroyed.

The culprits, including Chen Yuanshan, had already turned to ashes in the falling stars.

Lord Da Lei witnessed firsthand the festering wounds of this city.

Given his personality and abilities, he will definitely implement reforms.

What I should do, what I can do, and what I want to do.
It seems that they have already accomplished everything.

Looking around at this villa that witnessed their brief years in the city of injustice.

Looking at the familiar faces in front of me.

Watching them busily pack their luggage.
Yes.

Everything that needed to be done has been done.