Chapter 949 - 355: The Unyielding Wei Banmeng, Six Major Powers Flip the Table! (Part 4)

Old Ghost’s eyes were open wide, mouth slightly ajar, completely petrified.

Even a trace of surprise flickered in the eyes of Wei Banmeng’s group of five.

The six leaders who were invited back to their seats looked even paler, their hearts gripped by a cold, ruthless hand.

What kind of method is this?!

Soundless, without a trace.

Yet domineering enough that even these top Tier Three could not muster a thought of resistance before being forcefully pressed back into their seats.

This surpassed their understanding of Tier Three.

The young man calmly eating ribs before them.

How terrifying could his power truly be?!

Half a month of no news...

Could it be...

A chilling thought uncontrollably surfaced in their minds.

The fury on Kuang Huo’s face had long disappeared.

All that remained was uncertainty and deep dread.

The private room fell into silence.

Only the subtle sound of Fang Qingyu placing his napkin back on the table could be heard.

"Previously, I didn’t see Captain Fang, was a bit out of line, my apologies."

The Blood Rose woman was the first to forcibly suppress the tumultuous emotions within her.

Her voice carried a barely noticeable tremor as she tried hard to restore her smile, sweet and even slightly ingratiating.

"Now that I see Captain Fang is here, my heart feels much more at ease. I hope Captain Fang is magnanimous and won’t take those words said in anger to heart."

Her posture was extremely humble.

Though the other five did not speak, their tense bodies and evasive gazes all revealed a similar show of submission and fear.

In the face of absolute power, all anger seemed so pale and laughable.

Fang Qingyu’s gaze calmly swept over her, then looked at the others.

"It’s alright."

He then casually uttered two words.

Then, Fang Qingyu shifted the topic.

His tone remained calm and serene:

"Considering you helped hold back the Celestial Punishment Association for the past half month, I can give you an opportunity."

Opportunity?

What opportunity?

The six felt a sudden jolt in their hearts.

Having just experienced that bizarre displacement, the word "opportunity" uttered by Fang Qingyu at this moment.

Did not bring them any feeling of gratitude.

Instead, it raised a stronger sense of unease.

Fang Qingyu did not bother with their puzzled expressions.

He leisurely reached into the pocket of his gray combat uniform.

Took out what appeared to be an extremely ordinary notebook.

Then he casually tossed it onto the glossy redwood table in front of him.

The notebook made a light thump as it landed on the table.

In the silence of the private room, it was especially clear.

Fang Qingyu made a gesture with his eyes.

The six of them fought to suppress the fear within.

Their gaze fixated on the notebook.

The Thousand Machines Tower representative, closest to it, took a deep breath, extended his hand, and somewhat stiffly picked up the notebook.

The notebook felt slightly heavy in hand, with a cold texture.

He slowly opened the hardcover.

Whish!

The other five’s gazes instantly converged.

Inside, the pages displayed six prominent titles.

These were the names of their six factions.

Below each title, were densely written names.

Some names were very familiar to them, they were the high-ranking, influential figures in the factions!

Some names were relatively unfamiliar, but judging by the labels behind them, such as South District Deacon, Dark Hall Manager, Warehouse Head, they were by no means low-ranking.

When the robe-clad Tingchao Pavilion member saw the first name under their faction’s title.

His body suddenly froze.

That name... it was the current Pavilion Master of the Tingchao Pavilion.

His own direct superior.

"Fang... Captain Fang..."

He suddenly looked up, towards Fang Qingyu who still calmly sat in the main seat.

His eyes filled with confusion and a smidge of terror-induced bewilderment.

"This... what is this...?"

Fang Qingyu picked up his chopsticks, took another rib.

Eating slowly, he spoke in a tone so calm it was chilling:

"The business of trafficking people from the outside Federation to the City of Injustice is something your seven factions are making profits from, right?"

Thud.

All six of their hearts sunk rapidly.

An icy chill instantaneously spread through their bodies.

"The names in this notebook."

Fang Qingyu spat out the bone, wiped his hands with a napkin, "Are all those affiliated with your factions in the human trafficking business."

He finally lifted his gaze.

Those eyes, containing swirling galaxies, calmly swept across their six pale, frightened faces.

"The opportunity I’m offering you is..."

He paused, each word distinct, striking against their taut nerves.

"When you return, take care of everyone on this list."

"In this way, I can let your faction off the hook."

Boom——

His statement caused the six leaders to freeze suddenly.

Handle everyone on the list?!

Everyone?!

Who are the people on the list?

They’re the ones with real power, controlling several key smuggling routes for the Blood Rose.

They’re the ones overseeing cargo reception and distribution for the Infernal Fire Sect.

They’re the dark network leaders of the Thousand Machines Tower, precisely filtering sources based on intel.

They’re the Pavilion Master of the Tingchao Pavilion!

The Pavilion Master!

They’re the core members in charge of transportation and security for the Faceless Brotherhood.

They’re the Guest Monks and secular managers of Xuankong Temple, who make dirty deals behind the righteous façade with incense money.

Is this merely handling a batch of people?

This is clearly forcing them to sever their own limbs.

Demanding they cut off one of the most profitable veins of their factions with their own hands.

This cost.

Is even more tragic than fighting in the Celestial Punishment Association battlefield for half a month...