Chapter 1005 - 368: The Invincible Technique Obtained, It’s Time to Leave!

Fang Qingyu, however, remained unafraid.

He even leisurely brushed off a few drops of tea that had splashed onto his lapel.

Facing Da Lei’s gaze that was almost spitting fire.

Fang Qingyu smiled.

"Want to know?"

He gently uttered three words.

"I’ll take you."

"See for yourself, wouldn’t that make everything clear?"

...

The sun was just right.

Bathing the streets of the Gray Rock District in the City of Injustice in a layer of warm gold.

Fang Qingyu walked briskly on the road back to the Cyan Dragon Gang headquarters, even humming a little tune out of key.

The exhaustion from last night’s reception of the Invincible Technique seemed swept away by the morning breeze.

The touch of indifference from past hardships in his brows had also faded quite a bit.

Revealing the vibrant spirit of youth once again.

He was indeed in a good mood.

All morning today, he accompanied the livid-faced City Lord Da Lei to several places.

Not the bustling commercial area, not the extravagant dens of dissipation, nor the chaotic zones teeming with gangs.

But to the glitzy and glamorous City of Injustice.

The lowest, dirtiest, most unknown corners.

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

Inside were filled with...

All sorts of filthy production lines.

Manufacturing hallucinogenic drugs that poison ordinary people. (Those who understand will understand)

He even took Da Lei to observe from a distance an outer entrance to Paradise City.

Watching countless people.

With a pathological excitement, queue up to enter that demonic den.

At each place, Fang Qingyu would give just the right reminder.

And gave the City of Injustice dozens of new names.

Da Lei’s face, from the initial lividness, to later as dark as water, and finally...

Almost numb and icy.

Fang Qingyu knew he was angry, very angry indeed.

Angry to the point that he used some Secret Technique to seal his own mouth.

Leaving him glaring blankly, only able to listen.

But this was exactly what Fang Qingyu wanted.

He wanted to use the most naked reality, the most piercing words.

To completely wake this high-almighty City Lord from that false order and sheltered dream.

Let him see with his own eyes, under his so-called rules.

How many maggots this city has bred.

Anger is the beginning of change.

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

And couldn’t help but want to laugh out loud.

Then walked to the front of the villa.

Pushed open that familiar door of the villa.

Fang Qingyu’s voice, carrying a smile, abruptly stopped.

The scene before his eyes made him pause slightly.

In the living room.

A sight bustling with activity.

A giant tactical backpack spread open on the floor.

Chu Kuanglan was busily stuffing several sets of spare battle suits into it with all his might.

That posture as if he wanted to burst the backpack.

Su Wanqing and Lin Yu were counting some sealed Life Ghost materials.

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

The air was filled with a sense of busy yet orderly atmosphere.

The sound of Fang Qingyu pushing the door alerted everyone.

Wei Banmeng looked up, saw it was him, and a faint smile appeared on her cool face, putting down the equipment box in her hand: "Qingzi, back? Just in time."

She pointed upstairs, "Xiaojiang is upstairs helping pack your luggage."

Then paused, looking at Fang Qingyu, naturally asking: "By the way, did you finish handling the matters on your side? We’ve almost finished packing here, when do you think we should leave?"

"Leave?"

Fang Qingyu subconsciously repeated.

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

The Celestial Punishment Association has already been destroyed.

Chen Yuanshan and other main perpetrators had long since turned to ashes in the falling stars.

City Lord Da Lei witnessed the sores of this city with his own eyes.

With his character and ability, he would definitely enact reforms.

What I should do, can do, want to do...

It seems to have all been done.

Surveying this villa that bore witness to their brief time in the City of Injustice.

Looking at the familiar faces in front of him.

Watching them busy packing their luggage...

Indeed.

The things that needed doing are all done.

It seems...

It is indeed time to leave.

Fang Qingyu’s gaze eventually settled back on Wei Banmeng’s face.

The light, easy smile at the corner of his mouth silently widened.

Stepping into the soon-to-be-vacant home, his voice clearly echoed in everyone’s ears:

"Pack up neatly."

"The day after tomorrow at dawn."

"We set off!"