Chapter 939 - 353: Fang Qingyu, You’ve Gone Too Far!!!

"What?!"

"Bauhinia Association?!"

"The Federation’s official organization?!"

Several uncontrollable exclamations rang out simultaneously.

The woman from Blood Rose suddenly paused with her wine glass, almost spilling its contents.

The rest of the group immediately furrowed their brows deeply.

The Bauhinia Association represents the Federation in the City of Injustice.

Targeting the Bauhinia Association is akin to directly slapping the Federation’s face.

The Celestial Punishment Association this time is... breaking the heavens.

The elder looked at the shocked expressions around him, nodding to himself silently.

When he first heard this news, his reaction was the same as theirs.

Then the elder glanced at the Thousand Machines Tower representative: "Old fox, your Thousand Machines Tower has the most informed messages, what’s the current state of those in the Bauhinia Association? Tell everyone."

Everyone’s gaze concentrated once more on the Thousand Machines Tower representative.

The middle-aged man, upon hearing this, his expression became grave, and he uttered four words:

"Walking corpses."

These four words made everyone involuntarily pause.

The elder timely picked up the thread: "Exactly, everyone knows the methods of the Celestial Punishment Association; the Desolate Bone Corps serves as an earlier example, and the Bauhinia Association is now a current one. Now, who is their next target?"

He didn’t wait for an answer, sweeping his gaze over the crowd: "The Cyan Dragon Gang, Fang Qingyu."

"Now, the Cyan Dragon Gang has withstood the Celestial Punishment Association’s initial mad attacks, but this is just the beginning."

"The Celestial Punishment Association’s true Power is yet to be fully revealed. Once they begin their full assault, if the Cyan Dragon Gang cannot endure and is devoured by the Celestial Punishment Association... Then, the next target will be all of us here."

"Conversely..."

The elder shifted his tone, his voice low, "If the Cyan Dragon Gang wins."

He deliberately paused before slowly saying, "What will the Celestial Punishment Association do? Where will they focus their attention? Will they not see us neighbors, and our thousands upon thousands of followers as the perfect source of recruits?"

"You’ve seen the methods of the Celestial Punishment Association, think, once they need additional manpower."

"What do we have to resist such methods?"

"Don’t forget." Suddenly, the elder raised his voice sharply, "Our City Lord, he never cares who dominates the city, as long as no one violates the city’s rules. Whether it’s the Celestial Punishment Association or us, it’s all the same to him."

The elder’s words hammered at everyone’s taut nerves.

The room became eerily quiet.

Only the increasingly heavy breathing broke the silence.

The woman from Blood Rose was the first to break this suffocating silence. She set down her wine glass, her crimson nails tapping on the table with a crisp sound, her captivating eyes full of interest as she looked at the elder from Lingxiao Association, curling her red lips into a playful smile: "So, old brother Lingxiao, after circles and circles, what you’re saying is that both paths eventually lead to us hitching a ride on the Cyan Dragon Gang’s boat, right?"

The elder met her gaze, not flinching in the slightest, and nodded calmly, decisively: "Yes!"

"Hmph!"

A conspicuous cold snort suddenly broke out.

Sitting in the corner, the always silent Faceless Brotherhood representative abruptly stood up.

He wore a plain grey hoodie without insignia.

The hood was pulled very low.

His face was covered by a featureless white mask.

After rising, he turned sharply.

The grey figure moved towards the heavy carved wooden door of the room.

So today the meeting of their seven factions was to recruit for the Cyan Dragon Gang?!

Absolutely absurd.

"The old devil!"

The burly man from the Infernal Fire Sect lowly shouted as if trying to stop him.

But the elder from Lingxiao Association raised his hand to stop him.

The elder merely watched the Faceless Brotherhood representative’s back calmly, with no trace of annoyance at being offended as if he had long expected this scene.

The others remained indifferent.

But just as the Faceless Brotherhood representative’s hand was about to touch the cold brass door handle,

his steps halted inexplicably.

The whole room’s attention was focused on his suddenly halted grey figure.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

Then, under everyone’s astonished gaze,

that grey figure naturally turned around.

He raised his hand, casually adjusting the cuff of his grey hoodie.

As if his angry departure had never happened.

He walked back step by step to his original position, pulled out the chair, and sat down again.

The smooth white mask turned to the crowd, his voice breaking through their stares with a hint of impatience:

"Sat too long, legs are numb, just stretching a bit."

"What are you looking at? Never seen anyone yawn?"

"Pfft..."

The woman from Blood Rose couldn’t help it first, her red lips parted.

Then she quickly pursed them again.

But the smile in her eyes couldn’t be concealed.

The corners of the burly man from the Infernal Fire Sect’s mouth twitched under his mask, suppressing a curse back down his throat.

The elder from Lingxiao Association’s serene face.

The corners of his mouth moved upward ever so slightly, forming an almost imperceptible arc.

He knew, the most crucial moment had arrived.

The elder cleared his throat, casting his gaze over the room once more, where the atmosphere had grown even more subtle, his voice steady and clear as he presented the pivotal lifeline: "Everyone, there’s no need to feel ashamed, nor feel humiliated. Choosing this path doesn’t mean we’re truly submitting to anyone, but rather it’s based on the simplest and most crucial fact..."

He intentionally paused, emphasizing his tone: "You must understand one thing, Captain Fang cannot remain in the City of Injustice forever."