Chapter 1006 - 369: Go Forth, Proudly Proclaim Your Origins!

The bustling City of Injustice quells its daytime clamor at midnight.

Yet it hasn’t truly succumbed to silence.

Gray Rock District, the Cyan Dragon Gang headquarters is brightly lit.

Inside the skyscraper.

Busy air permeates every corner.

Packing, sealing, counting, exchanging...

In the corridors, inside offices, even in stairwells, hurried figures are everywhere.

"Boss Wang, the stakes in that casino and the management rights for those three streets, at a fixed price!"

A sharp-eyed man holds a phone, his voice loud and tone resolute, "Yes, at the price you offered before, three hundred thousand, but we don’t want cash, equivalent value in qi blood crystals, life pearls, or meditation flowers will do."

On the other end of the phone, silence stretched for a few seconds as if to confirm: "Three hundred thousand? All in resources? Are you really leaving?"

"Cut the crap, are you making this deal or not? If not, I’ll find another buyer! Plenty of people are waiting to take over!"

The man urged impatiently.

"Deal! Deal deal deal!" The voice on the phone immediately became urgent, "I’ll gather it right away! Will deliver to the headquarters before dawn! It’s agreed, three hundred thousand equivalent in resources!"

"Okay, I’ll wait for you!" The man hung up the phone with a snap, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and shouted to the person recording beside him, "Write it down! Western District casino stakes plus three streets of management rights, exchange for equivalent thirty thousand resources! Next one!"

Similar scenes were playing throughout every floor and corner of the skyscraper.

"Deacon Li, are the life ghost materials in that warehouse packed and counted? Right, sell them all, swap for life pearls or qi blood crystals."

"Manager Zhang, have you contacted the convoy? The day after tomorrow, before dawn, all packed resources and people must be delivered promptly to the port!"

"Hello, Old Zhao? I’m Old Liu! Yes, Liu San from the Cyan Dragon Gang! I’m selling off those bars and fight venues of mine! The price is negotiable, as long as it’s cultivation resources! Just give them! What? You want them all? Okay! Great! Bring your things tomorrow to sign the contract!"

Industries once symbolizing power and wealth are now thrown away like hot potatoes, rapidly sold and exchanged.

Core members show no trace of nostalgia on their faces.

Only a resolution to unload burdens and start lightly.

In the reception hall on the first floor of the skyscraper, it’s a different scene.

Crowded heads, brightly lit, the queue stretches from the hall to the street outside, twisting and turning endlessly.

These people are mostly Cyan Dragon Gang peripheral members.

Or those who, upon hearing the news, are determined to follow Fang Qingyu out of this City of Injustice.

This afternoon, when news of Fang Qingyu’s departure was spread within the gang.

Countless minds became active.

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

Following that comet-like rising, sharp-handed yet seemingly bright-hearted Thunder God.

Leaving this lawless land.

Is undoubtedly a highly tempting choice.

The review process runs simultaneously across several windows, remarkably efficient.

Those responsible for the review are Liu San’s trusted core members.

And a few core team members Wei Banmeng temporarily dispatched to assist.

"Name?"

"Zhang Tiezhu."

"Strength?"

"Tier Two Peak Martial Artist, skilled in heavy weaponry."

"Why do you want to follow Brother Yu?"

"I, I don’t want to rot in this damn place any longer! I want to be a proper person! I’ve heard of Brother Yu’s exploits at the Arctic Front, I admire him! Want to work with him!"

"Good, take this tag and go to report to Captain Chu Kuanglan at the back, follow his arrangement."

The reviewer swiftly marked a tick on the list.

Handed over a metallic tag engraved with a simple cyan dragon pattern.

"Name?"

"Li Cuixia."

"Strength?"

"An ordinary person, but I’m strong, capable of work, can do laundry, cook, and sew! I want to leave here, my husband died in a gang fight two years ago..."

A worn woman with a resolute gaze spoke with a plea in her voice.

The reviewer looked up at her calloused hands and then at the timid little girl behind her, hesitated for a moment, and nodded: "Alright, go ahead. Hold onto your tag, take care of the child."

The review process was almost brutally simple.

Almost everyone who stepped forward, as long as they didn’t have a severe background in wrongdoing, would be quickly passed and given a metal tag representing temporary identity.

Occasionally, one or two would attempt to sneak through, or were clearly spies sent by other forces.

Would be unceremoniously pointed out, leaving under the scornful gaze of the crowd, not daring to utter a word of complaint.

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

No one dares to challenge.

On the rooftop of the skyscraper.

The night wind howls, billowing Fang Qingyu’s tousled bangs.

He stands at the edge of the rooftop, overlooking the brightly lit headquarters below and the distant city mixed in light and shadow.

The city’s clamor seems isolated in the high air.

Only the sound of the wind roars beside the ears.

Footsteps sounded from behind, light and steady.

"So, are you a bit reluctant?"

Yan Lin’s voice carried a touch of teasing, as she walked beside Fang Qingyu, standing shoulder to shoulder.

She had changed out of her signature purple combat uniform.

Now wearing a smart black casual outfit.

The silver mask glints coldly in the moonlight.

Fang Qingyu didn’t turn around, just lightly shook his head: "Not quite reluctant. Just feels a bit fast. Seems like I just arrived at the dock yesterday, preparing to leave today."

Yan Lin listened and was silent for a moment, the night wind ruffling her hair.

She suddenly spoke, her voice calm: "I plan to stay."