Chapter 819: Chapter 323: Birth of a Legend, Life Ghost Cleaner
"And during those five hits of resistance, my heart was in my throat! But nothing happened! This body... it’s simply not human!" Liu San echoed.
"Sigh," Lei Meng sighed heavily, his face openly wistful and regretful, "If only we could bring this ancestor into our Cyan Dragon Gang! We’d supply him with whatever resources! Once he breaks through to Tier Three, moving into the city center would be a sure thing! Then, haha..."
Liu San nodded in agreement but looked regretful.
Because they didn’t even need to try to know...
A person like that would never join a small gang like theirs.
The people walking behind had a strange expression on their faces hearing this.
Chu Kuanglan stifled a laugh, his shoulders shaking.
Jiang Wei tugged on Fang Qingyu’s sleeve, her clear red eyes looked at him and whispered in a voice only they could hear, "Should I go talk to him?"
Fang Qingyu was taken aback by her words.
Soon he understood that Jiang Wei was referring to Da Lei allowing the seven from the Desolate Bone Corps to besiege him.
He shook his head with a smile, gently pinched Jiang Wei’s palm, and whispered, "He’s just following the rules, a bit irritating, but it’s nothing serious for now. Don’t worry."
Jiang Wei slightly furrowed her brows.
But seeing Fang Qingyu’s calm expression, she said nothing more, quietly following beside him.
While Su Wanqing’s gaze remained fixed on Fang Qingyu’s back...
Hotter than ever.
...
Inside the hotel room.
The lights were soft.
Fang Qingyu had just taken off his coat, which was slightly dusty, when there was a gentle knock on the door.
Opening the door, Su Wanqing stood outside.
Her beautiful face showing a hint of paleness, but mostly relief and a complex emotion that was hard to describe.
"Come in."
Fang Qingyu stepped aside to let her in.
The door closed, cutting off the sounds from the hallway.
Su Wanqing walked to the window, facing away from Fang Qingyu, she was silent for a few seconds, then turned around, her clear eyes staring directly at him, her voice very light, "This time... thank you."
Fang Qingyu walked to the table, poured a glass of water and handed it to her, his tone calm and gentle, "Between us, there’s no need for that."
Su Wanqing took the glass, her fingers were somewhat cold.
Gazing at the slightly swaying surface of the water in the glass, she whispered, "I’ve caused you trouble. The Desolate Bone Corps..."
"Trouble?" Fang Qingyu interrupted her, a curve appearing at the corner of his mouth, "You’re overthinking it."
He walked to Su Wanqing, his gaze steady as he looked at her, "Once our Cyan Dragon Gang settles in the city center, although our main target is the Celestial Punishment Association, other Ten Great Forces are inevitably going to be involved."
"And according to the usual process, some you’ll fight, and some you’ll draw in. The existence of forces like the Desolate Bone Corps is bound to become our enemy, so getting entangled with them was only a matter of time."
Hearing this, Su Wanqing was stunned, looking at Fang Qingyu blankly.
In those eyes that were always calm and rational, his figure was now clearly reflected.
A few seconds later, the heaviness and guilt in her eyes melted away like ice and snow, replaced by a mischievous sparkle.
Her lips slowly curved upward, forming a gentle yet genuinely attractive smile, and she blinked:
"So... I was giving the gang a reason?"
"Indeed." Fang Qingyu nodded with a smile, his tone affirmative.
Just then.
The door was knocked again, rhythmically soft.
Fang Qingyu opened the door.
Standing outside were Jiang Wei, Wei Banmeng, Lin Yu, Chu Kuanglan, and Lu Jiuyuan.
As they saw Su Wanqing in the room.
They slightly paused, then their expressions returned to normal.
Wei Banmeng’s gaze swept over Su Wanqing and then Fang Qingyu, her cool voice sounded, "It’s about time, shall we set off now?"
Fang Qingyu glanced at the night that had fully descended outside the window.
Nodded: "Alright."
...
The city center of the City of Injustice at night.
The hustle and bustle of the day receded, yet it remained lively.
The neon lights flashed, illuminating the steel jungle in bizarre ways.
The streets were buzzing with people, seeming even more lively than during the day.
Almost everyone excitedly talked about the earth-shattering seven consecutive kills in the arena earlier, the masked person’s name swept through the city like a whirlwind.
Among the crowd, Fang Qingyu and his seven companions were inconspicuous.
They quickly crossed several bustling streets and hailed two inconspicuous taxis at a street corner.
"Driver, to the Wei Mansion."
Wei Banmeng reported the address.
The vehicle merged into the traffic, heading towards the edge of the city.
This evening, Fang Qingyu and his companions were naturally not out for a stroll.
They were executing a job they had discussed earlier, working as Life Ghost Cleaners.
Before learning about the existence of Pure Crystal, one of Fang Qingyu’s main purposes for coming to the City of Injustice.
Was to clean up more of the new ocean-type Life Ghosts, unlock the Life Ghost Atlas, and sooner or later set Shenxiao Envoy as the main profession and unlock Professional Talent.
Even though Wei Banmeng had already found reliable Cleaner channels within her family.
But initially, busy establishing themselves in Gray Rock District, integrating the Blood Wolf Gang, dealing with the Lingxiao Association and other matters.
So the job hadn’t commenced yet.
And now everyone was present, conveniently in the city.
With some free time, they decided to do it.
The car quickly arrived at the Wei Mansion located at the edge of the city.
This was a square-shaped skyscraper, its facade covered with dark gray glass curtain walls.
The car did not stop at the main entrance.
But directly drove into the dimly lit underground parking lot.
At the elevator entrance, a middle-aged man dressed in the Wei Group’s deep blue uniform, with a professional demeanor, was already waiting there.
Seeing Wei Banmeng’s group get off the car.
He immediately approached quickly, slightly bowing to Wei Banmeng, his attitude respectful but not servile, "Young Miss."
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