Chapter 953 - 356: Hello, My Name Is Fang Qingyu!_3

A calm and steady voice slowly rose, carrying a sense of indifference that controlled everything:

"Understood. As expected. The plan can begin now."

He paused, as if savoring a moment soon to come.

A barely perceptible fervor emerged in his voice: "Invite you into the trap."

"Yes!"

The kneeling person in the black robe responded in a deep voice and immediately stood up.

Swiftly moving towards the passage leading to the outside world.

As he passed by, those kneeling in black robes remained motionless, like lifeless objects, with no reaction.

After the black-robed person left, the person in the red robe slowly turned around.

Facing the direction of the cross.

He silently gazed at the dark red patterns that continuously spread upwards, getting closer and closer to Chen Wudi.

Along with the strange state of Chen Wudi at the top of the pattern.

A moment later, he no longer paid attention to those black-robed individuals consumed like fuel.

Instead, he turned and walked toward a secret door in the shadows.

The secret door slid open silently, revealing a small elevator.

The person in the red robe stepped inside, the elevator doors closed, and then smoothly ascended.

When the elevator doors opened again, it was on a luxuriously decorated, brightly lit upper floor carpeted with a thick rug, at the headquarters of the Celestial Punishment Association.

The person in the red robe didn’t pause for a moment, walking straight towards a meticulously decorated reception room infused with a faint incense.

Just as he reached out to push the door.

He naturally raised his hand, pulling back the wide hood that had been covering his head.

A face engraved with deep wrinkles and age spots was exposed under the bright light.

In stark contrast with the underground indifference, this old face now instantly filled with warmth and enthusiasm, even a few humble smiles.

He opened the door, letting out a hearty and amiable laugh.

"Hahaha, sorry, sorry, for keeping everyone waiting! Needed to temporarily handle some internal affairs, took some time, very sorry!"

Inside the reception room, over ten guests were already seated on the soft leather sofas.

They were impeccably dressed, with carefully selected fabrics and tailored outfits.

Most men wore sharp suits or casual attire, adorned with expensive watches or accessories.

The women were elegantly groomed, dressed in graceful evening dresses or suits, adorned with glittering jewelry.

Their presence exuded a sense of upper-class composed superiority, distinct from the City of Injustice.

With a subtle, barely noticeable sense of detachment.

These were those truly in control of vast wealth, with influence spanning across multiple regions.

Coming from outside the City of Injustice.

At this moment, seeing the elderly in the red robe enter, everyone promptly wore standard smiles suitable for the occasion.

Each stood or nodded in greeting.

"President, you are too kind."

"No, no, we have just arrived not long ago."

"You’re busy with important matters, it’s understandable."

The chatter rose in the luxurious reception room, the atmosphere was harmonious and lively.

In stark contrast with the bloody and grotesque sacrificial scene underground.

Creating an extreme divide between Hell and the Human World.

...

City of Injustice.

Hospital within the Cyan Dragon Gang’s territory.

The corridor outside the high-level ward, the lights soft yet carrying the hospital’s distinctive coldness.

The smell of disinfectant permeated the air.

Unable to conceal a hint of fatigue and oppression.

Liu San leaned against the cold wall, squatting on the ground, a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth.

Amidst the swirling smoke, his face, usually shrewd and cunning, was now deeply exhausted.

Alongside a persistent sensation of confusion and... a dreamlike unreality.

In just under two months, from the time he received several people from the Su Family at the dock.

To now becoming a senior member of the Cyan Dragon Gang, dominating the southern three districts in the City of Injustice, with power so great it made the old gangs in the city center take notice...

This experience spoken out loud.

It’s likely even he finds it hard to believe.

Beside him squatted a few men dressed in Cyan Dragon Gang’s standard attire, with Tier Two aura.

These were the old brothers who first followed Lei Meng in conquering the world.

Now, their gazes were much like Liu San’s.

Filled with bewilderment and a complex feeling difficult to describe.

Someone pulled out a pack of cigarettes, also planning to light one, as if only the stimulation from nicotine could help them find some ground.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

A crisp yet stern voice rang out.

A young nurse dressed in a white uniform quickly approached.

Her delicate brows furrowed, pointing at Liu San and his companions, her tone unapologetic: "No smoking in the hospital! Don’t you know? Despite your brother lying inside! Do you want him to get better or not?"

Though she was just an ordinary person.

Facing these Tier Two Martial Artists with fierce presence without a hint of fear.

Liu San quickly snapped back to reality, hurriedly extinguishing the cigarette in his mouth on the ground, his face squeezing into an apologetic yet somewhat flattering smile: "Oh, sorry, sorry! Nurse Miss, see my brain, got nervous and forgot the rules! Just now, our brother appeared in a dream, saying he wished to smoke a bit to lift his spirits, that’s why we lit up! Rest assured, definitely not smoking again! Never again!"

As he spoke.

He signaled with his eyes to the brothers next to him trying to smoke to quickly put them away.

The nurse saw Liu San’s obviously made-up excuse, her mouth couldn’t help twitching slightly.

But seeing that everyone indeed extinguished and packed away the cigarettes, she had nothing more to say, instead glaring at them, warning: "If I see it again, I’ll call security!"

After speaking, she promptly turned and walked away.

When the nurse walked away, one of the men who just tried to light a cigarette moved closer to Liu San, lowering his voice, his tone filled with clear displeasure and frustration: "Brother San, now the Su Family’s people are almost taking over our gang, leaving us out in big and small matters, what should we brothers do next?"