Chapter 954 - 356: Hello, My Name is Fang Qingyu!

Liu San’s awkward smile vanished instantly.

His brows furrowed, and his face darkened.

The man next to him, unable to hold back, interjected with a resentful tone, "Yeah, Third Brother, back when we followed Brother Meng, even though our territory was small, the brothers were united, bearing burdens together!"

"And now look at us, we’ve won such a vast territory, but we’ve become outsiders! We’re not called to meetings, not informed of actions! Not even you, Third Brother! You were the one who brought them in initially! This is just too damn much! Even the donkey wasn’t killed so swiftly after the mill!"

"Shut up!"

Liu San snapped sharply, his gaze slicing through the two who had spoken.

"What’s this about taking over? Have the resources they’ve given us been less? Worse than what you would get from other gangs? Without the Su Family, would our Cyan Dragon Gang be where it is today? Could we have seized such a large territory? Everything you’re eating, wearing, using, and the resources for cultivation—aren’t they all thanks to the current situation?"

He suppressed his anger, his voice low, "Don’t be ungrateful, and certainly don’t talk behind people’s backs! The gang is big now, with many affairs to handle, understand the division of labor?"

"The Su Family handles the big things, the direction; our brothers focus on our tasks, guard our own turf, and take what’s ours, that’s all."

The two who were reprimanded turned pale, not daring to retort Liu San.

But the dissatisfaction and grievances were clear in their eyes.

The man who spoke first raised his neck, wanting to mutter, "Third Brother, we didn’t mean it like that... just feeling suffocated... even you’re being excluded..."

Just then, footsteps echoed steadily from the end of the corridor.

Liu San immediately stopped speaking, his face quickly returned to that habitual, slightly sycophantic and cautious smile, he looked toward the sound.

When he saw who it was, his smile became a bit genuine.

He immediately stood up to greet, "Oh hey, Brother Yu! What brings you here today?"

The newcomer was Fang Qingyu.

He was dressed in a simple gray tracksuit, holding a flower basket.

Inside were some common carnations and baby’s breath.

He had a gentle smile on his face as he nodded towards Liu San, "Third Brother, you’re here too."

His gaze swept across the few old brothers behind Liu San whose faces didn’t look too good, his smile unchanged.

"Yes, I came to see Brother Meng."

Liu San quickly said, his eyes glancing at the flower basket in Fang Qingyu’s hands, his mind stirred slightly.

Fang Qingyu showed a hint of appropriate guilt and spoke sincerely, "Since Brother Meng got into trouble, I’ve been busy with other things and couldn’t come earlier. Now that I have some free time, I hurried over. How’s Brother Meng doing?"

As he spoke, he naturally walked toward the entrance of the ward.

However, just as Fang Qingyu’s words ended.

"Heh..."

A very soft cold laugh, clearly came from not too far away.

The sound wasn’t loud, but it was exceptionally piercing in the silent corridor.

Fang Qingyu stopped in his tracks.

Liu San’s expression became extremely ugly, and he abruptly turned his head, his gaze sharp as a knife toward the source of the sound.

It was the man who was complaining about the Su Family and felt Liu San was also being marginalized.

The man stood with arms crossed, leaning against the wall, eyes on the ceiling, muttering under his breath in a tone tinged with mockery, just loud enough for Fang Qingyu to hear,

"Yeah, yeah, it’s been nearly a month since the incident, but a Tier Two was too busy to come, too occupied with important matters, our Brother Meng’s face doesn’t seem important enough, huh."

The sarcasm and provocation in his words were almost undisguised.

Directly trampling on Fang Qingyu’s excuse of feeling guilty underfoot.

In his eyes and those of a few other old brothers, Su Yu was nothing but a young master relying on his family’s background, at most a capable Tier Two.

They, who had followed Lei Meng, licking blood off the knife to build the foundation of their empire, were holding in their anger.

And seeing this young master, who marginalized them and pretended to check on Brother Meng, their pent-up resentment erupted.

"Shut up!!!"

Liu San erupted in rage, his face flushed red, roaring in a low voice, suppressing his anger, "Wang Lao Wu! You looking to die?! Apologize to Brother Yu immediately! Go back, and I’ll personally dock your resources for this month! Get out! Get the hell out of here now!"

He was trembling with anger.

The man called Wang Lao Wu shivered at Liu San’s outburst.

But seeing the supportive glances from a few old brothers around him, his stubborn streak flared again.

He straightened his neck, no longer daring to raise his voice.

But he continued to mutter something under his breath, showing defiance.

He gave Fang Qingyu a provocative look, having no intention of apologizing.

The atmosphere in the corridor dropped to freezing point.

Fang Qingyu’s gentle smile remained unchanged.

Instead, he shook his head and smiled.

He looked at the furious Liu San.

"It’s fine, Third Brother, let’s take this opportunity to get reacquainted."

Fang Qingyu put down the flower basket.

He took a step closer to Liu San, extending his right hand.

Liu San was completely stunned.

He looked at Fang Qingyu’s extended hand, then at the serious expression on his face, clearly not a joke, his mind went blank.

Reacquainted? With what?

Isn’t he just Su Yu?

Could he have another hidden identity?

Amid Liu San’s confusion, and Wang Lao Wu and others’ suspicious looks,

Fang Qingyu smiled, clearly and steadily uttered a few words:

"Hello."

"My name is Fang Qingyu."