Chapter 937 - 352: Three Ancient Techniques, The Celestial Punishment Association Stops Suicide

"Yes."

Immediately, less than five seconds later,

Yan Lin’s second message came:

"The Bauhinia Association people have started appearing on your battlefield???"

Three question marks intensified the tone.

Fang Qingyu: "Yes. Ambush, already killed."

This time, Yan Lin was silent for a full half minute.

The dialog box above showed "The other party is typing..."

The prompt repeatedly appeared and disappeared.

Finally, a line popped up:

"Understood. Kill if necessary. But please leave the corpses, send someone to this location (attached coordinates). I want to see what tricks have been played on them."

"Okay."

Fang Qingyu replied crisply and efficiently.

Immediately switched back to group chat, clicked on Old Chu’s avatar, and started a private chat:

"Old Chu, don’t touch the bodies. Find two trustworthy, clean-handed brothers, and send them to these coordinates right away."

"Understood! Brother Yu! On it right away!"

Old Chu’s reply came immediately, without any nonsense.

After dealing with this sudden interlude, Fang Qingyu placed the phone back on the table, returning to a serene demeanor.

After resting for a while,

he resumed his stance and continued practicing the three Ancient Starry Sky Techniques.

Night.

Time passed minute by minute during the practice.

However, the anticipated attack from the Celestial Punishment Association didn’t arrive.

An hour passed...

Two hours passed...

Taikang Road District was eerily silent.

Apart from the faint sound of wind from Fang Qingyu’s practice, there was no other noise.

This abnormal silence.

Quickly spread in the group chat.

"It’s terrifyingly quiet here, not a soul in sight! What about you guys?"

"Same here, not a single person today, has the Celestial Punishment Association turned a new leaf?"

"Something’s not right, really not right!"

...

Messages swept through the group, all conveying the same information.

Calmness, unprecedented calmness.

The entire Cyan Dragon Gang’s defense zones, the whole night, didn’t suffer even a single decent attack.

Even those usual sporadic disturbances completely vanished.

Fang Qingyu stopped his practice.

Standing quietly at the convenience store entrance in the cold night wind.

The light from the phone screen reflecting on his profile.

He scanned the group chat messages without replying.

These three days...

The behavior of the Celestial Punishment Association itself was full of great contradiction and bizarre.

The terrifying power they previously exhibited, enough to wipe out the Desolate Bone Corps in a short time...

Didn’t appear in these three days at all.

Instead, they continually sent out the maximum number of people Cyan Dragon Gang’s stationed squads could handle, sending them to their deaths.

This matter.

Was something known from the first day.

Yet Fang Qingyu never mentioned the peculiarity.

First of all, there’s no harm in killing more Celestial Punishment Association members.

If the Celestial Punishment Association truly wants their subordinates dead, they’ll find ways no matter what.

So, kill or not, it makes no difference.

The second reason is that by killing them, he could earn Skill Points, and others could hone their skills through real combat, which wasn’t bad.

And tonight...

The Celestial Punishment Association stopped their sacrifice.

This meant that their objective was likely reached.

No need to send their subordinates to die anymore.

It also meant that the tacit understanding between both sides for the last three days, ended completely.

Fang Qingyu slowly raised his head, gazing toward the eastern horizon.

There, at the edge of the deep blue night sky, a barely perceptible pale white glow had quietly started to emerge.

The dawn’s faint light was striving to cut through the heavy darkness.

The real battle to the death...

was about to arrive.