Chapter 946 - 355: The Unyielding Wei Banmeng, the Six Powers Flipping the Table!

City of Injustice.

The top floor of Night Dome Crown, the private room named Cloud Peak.

The heavy soundproof materials still dutifully isolated the city’s clamor.

But at this moment, the air inside the room was more oppressive than last time.

Beside the massive circular bar table.

Seven figures sat in silent assembly.

The old man of Lingxiao Association, Ghost Elder, absentmindedly stroked the smooth and warm rosewood tabletop with his frail fingers, a thin layer of cold sweat on his forehead faintly reflecting the cold light.

The other six.

Their faces were devoid of the brisk and shrewdness from their last collaboration.

A fortnight!

A whole fortnight!

They poured all gang strength, assembled elites, like seven huge wedges, firmly nailed to the perimeter of the core area occupied by the Celestial Punishment Association.

Small-scale skirmishes never ceased.

Blood soaked the stone slabs of alleys and streets.

The roar and demise of Tier Three Martial Saints stained every night of this fortnight with crimson.

They paid dearly.

Tier Three subordinates suffered losses no less than a handful.

The elite Tier Twos fell as if mown down.

Financial power, manpower, prestige, all rapidly drained and vanished amidst continuous confrontation and consumption.

And the person who made them all these promises, who ignited this war.

Fang Qingyu.

Seemed to have vanished into thin air.

No follow-up instructions.

No expected Thunder offensive.

Not even a shred of concrete information.

Only the crazy expansion reports of Cyan Dragon Gang in the southern three districts, like silent slaps, striking their anxious faces.

The suppressed fury, like a volcano about to erupt, brewed and churned in the dead silence.

Finally.

The bald brute from Infernal Fire Sect suddenly slammed a punch onto the hard tabletop.

"Bang!"

The immense force made the heavy solid wooden bar table groan under the burden.

The crystal wine glasses on the table hummed in vibration.

The wine spilled, resembling their emotions teetering on the brink of losing control.

"Ghost Elder!"

Kuang Huo’s voice carried scorching anger and uncontrollable irritability, his copper bell-like eyes glaring at the old man sweating cool on the opposite side, "What’s that Fang Captain’s meaning?! For heaven’s sake, it’s been half a month! Where’s the shadow?! Where’s the plan?! The promised total assault?!"

His thick fingers almost poked at Ghost Elder’s nose.

"Just farting and disappearing? Let us fight desperately against Celestial Punishment Association’s mad dogs, while he hides away to watch the spectacle? Or... did he already sneak away?!"

"Our lives aren’t worthless! Brothers died over these two weeks, and everyone’s got a tally in their hearts! Fang has to give an explanation today! Otherwise..."

Otherwise what, he didn’t say.

But that savage face and the dark red tattoo pulsing on his knotty muscles.

Conveyed that threat and imminent explosive anger vividly.

Ghost Elder’s frail body slightly trembled, cold sweat on his forehead gathered into beads, rolling down his slack cheeks.

He opened his mouth, his throat dry and tightening.

What could he say?

He didn’t know where Fang Qingyu was either.

Cyan Dragon Gang merely vaguely mentioned Fang Captain was undergoing critical training, the specific location and when it would finish, they had no idea.

Wei Banmeng was like a stone cast into the sea.

How could such words quell the anger of these giant figures who had paid a heavy price and were nearly driven to the edge of a cliff?

"Kuang Huo brother, calm down..." Ghost Elder could only endure, his voice hoarse as he tried to appease, "Fang Captain... he must be preoccupied with important affairs, given his status and promise, it’s unlikely that he..."

"Preoccupied?"

The woman from Blood Rose lazily lounged against her chair.

Her scarlet nails gently tapping the cup wall, making clear tapping sounds.

Those mesmerizing beautiful eyes at the moment laced with cold gleam, the corners of her mouth holding a trace of unabashed ridicule.

"Ghost Elder, do you yourself believe that? What important matter could be so crucial as not to leave even a message? Toying with our seven major gangs like fools?"

She slightly leaned forward, her gaze imposing, staring at Ghost Elder.

"Or... could Fang Captain have indeed fled, leaving us here to block the blades for him, to draw all Celestial Punishment Association’s firepower? Hmm?"

"That’s impossible."

Ghost Elder reflexively blurted out, his voice rising a few pitches.

His only confidence was that Fang Qingyu’s teammates were still in Cyan Dragon Gang, still in Gray Rock District.

"All Fang Captain’s teammates are still around, it’s absolutely impossible for Fang Captain to abandon them and leave alone, this, Fang Captain’s character, everyone should somewhat have heard about, right?"

Ghost Elder anxiously threw out this point, trying to stabilize the situation about to collapse.

However.

"Ha."

An extremely slight sneer.

Issued from the Tingchao Pavilion’s sinister robe guest.

He slowly raised his eyelids, those narrow eyes like deep pools, chillingly landing on Ghost Elder.

"Ghost Elder."

His voice wasn’t loud, yet like a poisonous snake spitting venom, each word drilling into the heart.

"What legendary benefits did Fang Captain promise you on that side? To make you so... wholeheartedly devoted? Concealing and defending for him everywhere?"

He deliberately paused, his gaze sweeping across the varied faces of the other giants.

"Or is it... Lingxiao from top to bottom, has become a vassal of Cyan Dragon Gang? You, this president, are simply a messenger for Fang Captain’s..."

He didn’t finish the sentence.

But the scornful contempt in his eye surpassed any malicious language in killing power.

Ghost Elder’s face instantly turned liver-colored, his frail fingers gripping the table edge tightly, knuckles turning white from exertion.

Humiliation.

Blatant humiliation.

He wanted to roar, wanted to overturn the table, wanted to tell these people how Fang Qingyu single-handedly stormed Lingxiao Association headquarters, how those starlit eyes drove him into the abyss.