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Chapter 370 Go follow them, live or die with dignity!

In the dead of night, the injustice of the city fades into the quiet of the day.

However, it did not fall into true silence.

In the limestone district, the headquarters building of the Green Dragon Gang was brightly lit.

inside the building.

A bustling atmosphere permeated every corner.

Packing, sealing, counting, and handing over.
In the corridors, offices, and even stairwells, there were figures rushing about everywhere.

"Mr. Wang, the shares in that casino, and the management rights to the shops on those three streets, one price!"

A burly man held his phone, his voice loud and clear, his tone resolute, "Yes, it's the price you quoted before, 300,000. But we don't want cash. We'll accept equivalent value in Qi and Blood Crystals, Life Beads, or Meditation Flowers."

The person on the other end of the phone seemed surprised, pausing for a few seconds as if confirming: "Three hundred thousand? All for supplies? You're really leaving?"

"Enough with the nonsense, are you in or out of this deal? If not, I'll find someone else! There are plenty of people waiting to take over!"

The man urged impatiently.

"Do it! Do it, do it, do it!" The voice on the other end of the phone immediately became urgent. "I'll gather the supplies right away! They must be delivered to headquarters before dawn! It's a promise, supplies worth 300,000!"

"Okay, I'll be waiting!" The man slammed down his phone, wiped the sweat from his brow, and shouted to the person taking notes beside him, "Write this down! Shares in the West District casino plus three streets of shops in exchange for supplies worth 300,000! Next!"

Similar scenes played out repeatedly on every floor and in every corner of the building.

"Deacon Li, have you packed and counted all the materials for the Fate Ghost in that warehouse? Yes, sell them all and exchange them for Fate Pearls or Blood Crystals."

"Manager Zhang, has the convoy been arranged? All the packed supplies and personnel must be delivered to the port before dawn the day after tomorrow!"

"Hey, Old Zhao? This is Old Liu! Yes, Liu San from the Green Dragon Gang! I'm selling off all my bars and boxing rings! Price is negotiable, just give me the cultivation resources! You decide! What? You want them all? Okay! Fine! Bring your stuff to sign the contract tomorrow!"

Industries that once symbolized power and wealth are now being quickly sold off and replaced like hot potatoes.

The core members showed no sign of lingering attachment.

There is only one resolute way to unload the burden and move forward lightly.

The reception hall on the first floor of the building presents a completely different scene.

The hall was packed with people, the lights were on, and the queue stretched from the lobby all the way to the street outside, winding and seemingly endless.

Most of these people are peripheral members of the Green Dragon Gang.

Or, upon hearing the news, some people resolved to follow Fang Qingyu and leave this unjust city.

In the afternoon, when the news of Fang Qingyu's impending departure was announced within the gang.

Countless people's minds began to stir.

For many who are already tired of the dark rules here.

Follow Thor, who rose like a comet, ruthless yet seemingly benevolent.

Leave this lawless place.

It is undoubtedly a very tempting choice.

The review process is conducted simultaneously at several windows, making it extremely efficient.

The audit was conducted by several of Liu San's trusted and key subordinates.

And several core team members who were temporarily dispatched by Wei Banmeng to assist.

"Name?"

"Zhang Tiezhu".

"strength?"

"A peak second-tier martial artist, skilled in heavy weapons."

Why do you want to follow Brother Yu?

"I... I don't want to rot in this godforsaken place anymore! I want to live with dignity! I've heard about Brother Yu's exploits on the Arctic front, and I admire him! I want to follow him!"

"Okay, take this sign and go to the back to report to Captain Chu Kuanglan and follow his instructions."

The reviewer quickly ticked a box on the list.

He handed over a metal plaque engraved with a simple blue dragon pattern.

"Name?"

"Li Cuihua".

"strength?"

"I'm just an ordinary person, but I'm strong and capable. I can do everything – laundry, cooking, sewing, you name it! I want to leave here. My husband died in a gang fight two years ago."

A woman with a haggard face but resolute eyes spoke in a pleading voice.

The reviewer looked up at her calloused hands, then at the timid little girl behind her, paused for a moment, and nodded: "Okay, go ahead. Take the sign and look after the child."

The review process was so simple it was almost brutal.

Almost everyone who stepped forward, as long as they did not have a serious criminal record, was quickly approved and given a metal tag representing their temporary identity.

Occasionally, one or two would try to slip through the cracks, or they would be clearly sent by other forces to probe the truth.

They would be pointed out without hesitation, and would slink away under the contemptuous gazes of the crowd, without daring to utter a single complaint.

The current Green Dragon Gang, especially with Fang Qingyu in charge.

No one dared to provoke them.

The rooftop terrace of the building.

The night wind whistled, ruffling the stray hairs on Fang Qingyu's forehead.

He stood on the edge of the rooftop, looking down at the brightly lit headquarters building below, and the scattered outlines of the city in the distance, a mix of light and shadow.

The hustle and bustle of the city seems to be isolated high in the sky.

Only the sound of the wind whistling in my ears remained.

Footsteps sounded from behind, light and steady.

"What, are you a little reluctant to part with it?"

Yan Lin walked over to Fang Qingyu with a hint of teasing in her voice and stood beside him.

She changed out of her signature purple combat suit.

He was dressed in a neat black casual outfit.

The silver mask gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

Fang Qingyu didn't turn around, but simply shook his head slightly: "It's not that I'm reluctant to leave. It just feels like it's all happening too fast. It feels like I just arrived at the dock yesterday, and today I'm already preparing to leave."

Yan Lin listened in silence for a moment, the night breeze ruffling her hair.

She suddenly spoke, her voice calm: "I've decided to stay."

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu turned his head sharply, his starry eyes filled with obvious astonishment: "Stay here? The Bauhinia Society no longer exists, what is your team doing here?"

He subconsciously assumed that Yan Lin and her intelligence team would choose to return to Federal Headquarters.

Seeing his surprised expression, Yan Lin smiled knowingly and said softly, "It's all because of you."

"Because of me?" Fang Qingyu was even more confused. "Because of what? Did I force you to stay?"

"You know what?"

Yan Lin did not answer directly, but looked towards the direction of the city lord's mansion in the city center. "Since the Federation began to record the City of Injustice, this is the first time the city lord has taken the initiative to initiate reforms regarding rules and order. The reforms are sweeping and unprecedented in their intensity. They are cleaning up gang parasites, restoring public order, establishing channels for civilian complaints, and investigating illegal industries, especially those factories and the City of Elysium that are harming ordinary people. The speed of their actions is frightening."

She paused, then turned her gaze back to Fang Qingyu's face, a mixture of helplessness and amusement on her face: "As for me, I was personally invited by the city lord to stay and help him advance this reform. He needs someone who is familiar with the deep-seated operating rules of the City of Injustice and has sufficient ability and channels to assist him."

"You're the one who made this mess, but I'm the one who has to clean it up. Tell me, isn't that your fault?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu immediately wore an embarrassed smile and subconsciously touched his nose.

He never expected that Da Lei would invite Yan Lin, an elite from the Federation, to stay and help in order to promote the reforms.

In that sense, Yan Lin's decision to stay here is indeed related to her own actions.

Seeing Fang Qingyu's unusually embarrassed appearance.

Yan Lin's smile deepened, and she smiled sweetly, her tone suddenly becoming relaxed and full of energy: "But to be honest, I'd be quite happy to stay."

Fang Qingyu's initial feeling of apology was quickly replaced by curiosity.

With Yan Lin's talent and ability, should she stay in the City of Injustice to carry out reforms?
this.
He couldn't understand what was so attractive about someone of Yan Lin's caliber.

Stay in the federal core, or go to the more important front lines.

That's where someone with her talent truly belongs.

Facing Fang Qingyu's puzzled gaze, Yan Lin's eyes, hidden behind her mask, gleamed with excitement: "Because the higher-ups have reassigned me a mission, a very challenging one!"

"Oh?" Fang Qingyu's curiosity was completely piqued, and his starry eyes lit up. "What kind of mission?"

With his current authority, he shouldn't need to keep secrets about general confidential tasks.

Yan Lin winked slyly. Although her expression wasn't visible through the mask, her mischievousness was clearly conveyed: "It's a secret!"

She deliberately drew out the last syllable, "I can't tell you right now. But..."

She paused, her voice tinged with mystery and anticipation, "Perhaps one day in the future, when it blossoms and bears fruit, or... when you also reach a crucial point, you will naturally know. Maybe then I'll need your help."

Seeing her mysterious demeanor, Fang Qingyu knew he wouldn't get any more information from her, so he could only shake his head helplessly: "Alright, fine, all mysterious. Take care of yourself."

"Don't worry," Yan Lin nodded confidently. "It's you guys who are in trouble."

She looked toward the port, her tone carrying a barely perceptible hint of seriousness, "The situation in the Arctic is becoming increasingly dire."

The two stood on the edge of the rooftop for a while longer, the night wind silent.

Let the thoughts of parting drift away.

Time slips through your fingers like sand.

It quietly slips into the day after tomorrow.

It was early morning, before dawn.

The deep night, like thick ink, enveloped the earth.

Only a faint glimmer of dawn appeared on the eastern horizon, heralding the approaching sunrise.

The port of the City of Injustice was now bustling with activity.

Huge searchlights illuminated the dock area as bright as day.

The Hope Ark, belonging to the Federal military and specifically responsible for transporting large numbers of personnel and supplies between Injustice City and the Arctic front, was quietly moored beside the deep-water dock with its wide gangway lowered.

The open space at the port was already packed with people.

The core members of the Green Dragon Gang, their vetted followers, their families, and mountains of packed supplies made the most of the vast port space.

Chu Kuanglan's signature loud voice was extremely penetrating amidst the noise:

"Those in the back! Keep up! Put the supply crates on the deck according to their numbers! Where are the third and fourth teams? Go help those with families over there! Prioritize the elderly and children!"

"Rat! Where's the list of special supplies I asked you to inventory? Make sure you keep a close eye on the box that Brother Yu instructed us to store separately for the divine bones and blood!"

"Wanqing, Linyu, get the medical team in position! Stretchers! Clear a passage for the stretchers!"

The entire port is operating at high speed, under the command and coordination of Chu Kuanglan, Wei Banmeng, and others.

Although crowded, it was busy but not chaotic.

at this time.

A distinctive whistle sounded as it approached from afar.

An ambulance with its warning lights flashing struggled through the crowd and headed toward the core area of the port.

The surrounding crowd saw this.

They spontaneously made way for each other.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei were standing in a relatively quiet spot near the edge of the dock, watching the bustling scene before them.

Jiang Wei was still dressed in bright red, standing out under the lights, with a calm expression.

Fang Qingyu's gaze was calm, as if he was thinking about something.

Upon seeing the ambulance arrive, the two exchanged a glance and stepped forward to greet it.

The ambulance stopped, the door opened, and Liu San jumped out briskly, his face showing the fatigue of staying up all night, but he was full of energy.

Upon seeing Fang Qingyu, he immediately greeted him respectfully and with a touch of familiarity, "Brother Yu!"

Fang Qingyu nodded, her gaze passing over him.

They threw themselves into the open door of the ambulance.

A stretcher lay quietly inside, and on it lay a figure—the unconscious Lei Meng.

His face remained pale.

But his breathing was steady, and he was clearly receiving good care.

“San’er,” Fang Qingyu’s gaze returned to Liu San’s face, with a hint of inquiry, “Are you sure Lei Meng will be willing to leave here with us?”

Upon hearing this, Liu San immediately straightened his back, patted his chest forcefully, and said in a resolute tone, "Brother Yu, don't worry! I can guarantee it."

"Although Boss Lei has never said it while he was awake, we've been brothers for many years."

"When he gets drunk and talks nonsense in his sleep, he keeps reminiscing about his days in the Federal Army."

"He said he was a coward for not dying on the Arctic front against the devils! He said he really wanted to wear that suit again if he had the chance! He dreamed of going back."

"Besides, all of us old brothers are leaving. Even if he's awake, he'll crawl to come with us. I, Liu San, guarantee that with my head!"

Listening to what Liu San said.

Fang Qingyu's last bit of doubt dissipated.

Nodding, a gentle smile appeared on her face: "Okay, take him aboard. Wei Banmeng has already arranged a medical berth for him."

"Yes! Thank you, Brother Yu!"

Liu San grinned, turned around, and directed the medical staff to carefully lift the stretcher off the vehicle and walk towards the gangway. Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei watched the stretcher leave, then retreated back into the shadows at the edge of the dock.

Try not to interfere with the main force boarding the ship.

The sky was still pitch black, but the port was as bright as day.

The scene of thousands of people boarding the ship was grand and noisy.

As Fang Qingyu waited quietly, his thoughts drifted to the voyage that was about to begin.

A figure emerged furtively from the shadows of the crowd.

They moved closer to where he and Jiang Wei were.

Although surrounded by darkness, nothing could hide from Fang Qingyu's starry eyes.

He was a boy who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old. He was tall and thin, wearing a faded old combat uniform. His face showed tension and trepidation, but his eyes were clear and there was no hostility or malice in him.

Fang Qingyu didn't move, but just watched him quietly.

Jiang Wei noticed it too, and calmly swept her gaze over.

The boy lowered his head and carefully squeezed through the gaps in the crowd, stopping only a few steps away from Fang Qingyu.

He suddenly looked up and met Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei's calm gazes.

Her ears turned bright red instantly.

I was so nervous that I didn't know what to do with my hands and feet.

"Captain Fangfang."

The boy's voice trembled noticeably. He took several deep breaths before mustering his courage, raising his head, and looking directly at Fang Qingyu, trying to make his voice sound less shaky. "Excuse me, are you still hiring?"

Fang Qingyu was slightly taken aback, not expecting that the young man had come in the dark, actually volunteering to leave with him.

He looked the boy up and down; his aura was at the second level, and his foundation was fairly solid.

With great interest, he asked, "Why do you want to come with me? Do you know where we're going and what we're going to do?"

The boy blushed even more at the question, and after a long pause, he finally blurted out, as if he had nothing to lose, "Because...because my dad said you're a hero!"

His voice rose in excitement.

This attracted the attention of several people not far away.

He paused, then continued, "My father said that what you did in the City of Injustice was paving the way for future generations of humanity. He said that the city is now willing to reform and clean up those cancerous tumors because of you, because you came and did those things. He said... We who were born and raised in the City of Injustice owe you a huge debt of gratitude!"

The boy's voice was filled with heartfelt reverence and excitement, "So...so I want to follow you! I want to repay this kindness! I want to be like you, to do something truly meaningful, I don't want to stay here forever!"

The boy's monologue was simple yet passionate.

It carries the passion and aspirations unique to young people.

Fang Qingyu listened quietly, a ripple of emotion stirring within him.

He never expected this to happen in this city.

Surprisingly, there are ordinary people who can see and appreciate the meaning behind what he did.

"Oh?" Fang Qingyu's tone softened a bit. "Does your dad know you secretly came to see me tonight? Does he support you coming with me?"

He found it hard to believe that an ordinary father would so easily allow his son to follow a leader whose future was uncertain and who might even face a major war at any moment.

"Yes! He's very supportive!"

The boy nodded hurriedly, as if afraid that Fang Qingyu would not believe him. He quickly took out a neatly folded piece of paper with frayed edges from the inner pocket of his body.

He held it with both hands and respectfully presented it to Fang Qingyu, his eyes full of expectation: "Look! This was written by my dad! He even put his fingerprint on it!"

Fang Qingyu took the paper that still carried the boy's warmth.

The paper was ordinary, like it had been torn from a notebook.

Upon unfolding it, one finds content written in a slightly clumsy but very earnest handwriting.

The young man's basic information was written on it.

His name is Xia Ze, he is 17 years old and a martial arts master.

The family is an ordinary family, so it is quite rare for them to raise such a young martial arts master.

Next, he thanked Fang Qingyu for what he had done for all the ordinary people in their City of Injustice.
I am grateful for Fang Qingyu's kindness.

Finally, he earnestly pleaded with Fang Qingyu to accept him as a student.

Below is a clear and strong dark red thumbprint.
The letter was short and the wording was far from elegant.

Even though the wording was a little clumsy in some places, the sincere gratitude, expectations for his son, and earnest desire to follow Fang Qingyu were conveyed between the lines, weighing heavily on the paper and on Fang Qingyu's heart.

That bright red handprint is more like a silent vow and entrustment.

Fang Qingyu stared silently at the letter.

After a long while, he slowly raised his head.

His gaze returned to the face of the boy in front of him, whose palms were sweating with nervousness.

A gentle smile slowly curved his lips, carrying a hint of approval and expectation.

He reached out and gently patted Xia Ze's slightly thin shoulder.

"Xia Ze?"

Fang Qingyu called out his name.

"Yes, Captain Fang!"

Xia Ze straightened up abruptly and responded loudly, his eyes bursting with barely suppressed excitement.

"Good name." Fang Qingyu nodded and said clearly, "Go on. See that guy over there with the loudest voice and the biggest build?"

He pointed to Chu Kuanglan, who was calmly directing the crowd with a booming voice, and said, "Go find him and tell him that it was Fang Qingyu who sent you to follow him."

"Yes!!"

Xia Ze's voice trembled slightly with joy.

He bowed deeply to Fang Qingyu at a ninety-degree angle, then turned and ran wildly toward Chu Kuanglan, as if afraid that if he was even a step too slow, the opportunity would slip away.

Fang Qingyu watched as the boy's energetic figure quickly disappeared into the crowd.

He was still clutching that piece of paper in his hand.

A warm feeling quietly welled up in my heart.

In this city he once thought was nothing but decay.

In the end, someone did see the light.

And they are willing to follow this light.

This pure trust and expectation touched him more than any praise.

He carefully folded the crumpled yet incredibly heavy letter.

He put it into the pocket close to his chest.

As time went by, the work of boarding the ship at the port was nearing its end.

On the eastern horizon, the pale white light gradually expanded, tinged with a faint golden-red hue; dawn was approaching.

Hopefully, most of the cabins on the Ark are already filled with people and supplies, and the deck is also full of people.

The engine began to emit a deep, powerful preheating roar.

right now
A strange commotion suddenly arose at the far end where the port connects to the city streets.

The commotion, which began as a muffled rumble of thunder, quickly transformed into the roar of surging waves.

In the distance, on the main road leading to the port, countless heads surged forth like a tide.

Not tens or hundreds, but tens of thousands!

A dark mass surged toward the port.

This sudden, terrifyingly large crowd stunned both those who hadn't yet boarded the ship at the port and the Green Dragon Gang members maintaining order.

Many people instinctively gripped their weapons tighter, their faces showing vigilance.

Chu Kuanglan's roar also came to an abrupt halt.

His gaze swept into the distance.

"what happened?!"

"Enemy attack?!"

"No, they weren't carrying any weapons!"

A tense atmosphere instantly filled the air.

However, when the massive crowd was still a hundred meters away from the port entrance, it suddenly stopped.

Tens of thousands of eyes searched anxiously through the dense crowd.

Suddenly, a sharp-eyed person in the crowd pointed to a shadowy spot at the edge of the dock and shouted excitedly:

"There! Thor!! Captain Fang is there!!!"

This shout immediately drew everyone's attention to Fang Qingyu.

Immediately afterwards, the massive crowd erupted in deafening shouts, starting up again and surging towards Fang Qingyu's location.

The Green Dragon Gang members on guard instinctively tried to stop them.

But Wei Banmeng stopped him with a gesture.

She could sense that these people meant her no harm.

The crowd stopped again about several tens of meters away from Fang Qingyu, forming a dense human wall.

Most of them are extraordinary individuals.

An eerie silence fell over the port.

Just then, a burly middle-aged man with an aura around the third level suddenly took a deep breath, mustered all his strength, and roared out the words that had been stuck in everyone's hearts towards Fang Qingyu. His voice was loud and clear, drowning out all the noise:

"Captain Fang, how many people can you take with you this time?"

This question.

The harbor was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Thousands of eyes already on board, tens of thousands of eyes in the port's human wall.

Everyone looked at the figure standing at the edge of the dock.

Fang Qingyu was also stunned by this sudden scene.

He stood there, his starry eyes widening slightly as he looked at the crowd before him.

Silent.

Then, Fang Qingyu spoke.

"Ten thousand people."

"I can take ten thousand people with me."

After a brief silence...

Cheers swept through the entire port.

Because this means that there are at least several thousand more opportunities to follow Fang Qingyu.

"Long live Captain Fang!"

"Thor!!"

"Take me one! Take me one!"

The crowd went wild.

For this city on the edge of the world, which is about to face the threats of fate and the gods.

Follow a leader who is at the height of his power and has unlimited potential, and fight to survive in a place with order and hope.

The opportunity itself is irresistible.

As for the future
Look at this young Thor.

His record, his speed of growth.

He single-handedly turned the tide in the Arctic and annihilated the Heavenly Punishment Society and the gods.
He is very likely to be the next peak combat force to support humanity.

Follow him.

Fight to the death, fight to survive.

Go and proudly tell where you came from.

To live or to die with dignity!

This idea spread like wildfire.

It ignited these extraordinary individuals who had long lain hidden in darkness.

They pushed and shoved each other, shouting as they tried to push forward.

Yet it also carried an unprecedented shyness and caution.

They were terrified of offending the young god who would decide their fate.

They have far too much insecurity.

They lack confidence in whether their value will be recognized and selected.

They lack confidence in their ability to adapt to a new world after leaving this quagmire.