Chapter 955 - 357: Liu San’s High-Stakes Gamble, The Final Assault Begins!

Liu San instinctively reached out his hand.

Responding with a bit of a hometown accent and nervousness, "Liu San-er~."

But after saying his name, he suddenly froze.

His expression became instantly dazed, the entirety of him stiffened in place.

His eyes were fixed on the young man in front of him, still with a gentle smile.

His gaze surging with disbelief...

and a dizzying feeling hit by the truth.

"Fang... Fang Qingyu?"

Liu San’s voice was very dry, almost out of tune.

"It’s me."

Fang Qingyu’s smile remained calm.

"Oh my god! Thunder God! Fang Qingyu!!"

Beside him, a man who had been holding back now had his eyes bulging wide, gasping in surprise.

The sound exploded in the empty corridor.

Shaking even himself.

This exclamation was like lighting a fuse.

"He is Thunder God Fang Qingyu?!"

"My goodness..."

"That Arctic Front... Fang Qingyu?!"

Instantly, the corridor was abuzz.

Those few old brothers who were still dissatisfied with the Su Family, even being sarcastic to Fang Qingyu, now all their anger, their grievances, their rebelliousness disappeared.

Only shock and fear remained.

Thunder God!

Fang Qingyu!

These two names are already well known in both the City of Injustice and the entire Federation Extraordinary Circle.

How could these people not know?

That was the invincible presence at the Tier Three tournament, conquering the Divine Bone Creatures.

The legend who turned the tide at the Arctic Front, viewed as a hero by the Federation official.

His name itself represents absolute power and a dazzling halo.

When the identities of "Thunder God" and "Fang Qingyu" completely overlap in the seemingly ordinary young man before them.

The impact it brings is somewhat hard to bear.

Liu San tightly grasped Fang Qingyu’s hand.

That hand was slightly trembling at the moment.

The muscles on his face twitched, with countless words stuck in his throat.

After a long time, he finally managed to ask hoarsely as if exhausted of all his strength, "Then... the other people...?"

Fang Qingyu nodded in understanding, his tone calm, "They are all my teammates."

"Teammates..."

Liu San murmured these two words.

Then he slowly loosened his grip, his body swayed as he sat on the nearby chair.

However, the complex emotions did not last long.

A fire-like excitement quickly replaced the previous confusion.

Suddenly looking up.

He used to be someone from the Federal Divine Management Bureau.

Although due to various reasons he fell into the City of Injustice.

Deep down, he doesn’t totally reject the Federation.

Even to heroes like Fang Qingyu, who tear open light in the dark and create miracles in desperate situations, he holds a nearly instinctual admiration.

In the most desperate and helpless times.

Who hasn’t fantasized about such a powerful presence saving them?

And now, the legendary hero, the new God of the City of Injustice, is right in front of him.

And by a stroke of fate, he has become one of the guides of his career start?

Following Fang Qingyu?

Isn’t this an excellent choice?

It is simply a wealth that falls from heaven, enough to change the fate of several generations.

It’s a heavenly avenue that he wouldn’t have dared dream of in the Divine Management Bureau before.

And the old man Wang Laowu, who was just sarcastic and disrespectful.

Now his face was as pale as paper, suddenly rushed in front of Fang Qingyu, raising his hand to slap himself viciously.

"God Fang, I..."

The hand landed with a whooshing sound.

But stopped an inch from the cheek.

Firmly grasped by a hand that felt as solid as the Star Point Tribulation Crystal.

Fang Qingyu gently exerted force, pulling Wang Laowu up.

Looking at his dazed eyes, his voice still gentle, "It’s not necessary. You all didn’t know our identity before, some emotions are understandable."

His gaze swept over the other equally anxious old brothers, "Let the past be past."

Wang Laowu heard Fang Qingyu’s words, his lips trembling.

Yet couldn’t utter a word.

Could only nod desperately.

Liu San also suddenly stood up, the previous excitement replaced by a hint of nervousness.

He looked at Fang Qingyu, cautiously asking, "Then... God Fang... can we... can we still follow you?"

He subconsciously thought that Fang Qingyu voluntarily revealing his identity.

Is to consider their meager strength, small vision, preparing to let them quietly retire after success.

After all, now the Cyan Dragon Gang has dozens of Tier Three members.

These few Tier Two are really not much to speak about.

Fang Qingyu hearing that, chuckled shaking his head, his eyes carrying a hint of teasing, "You wouldn’t want to leave, would you?"

He pointed at the hospital corridor, as if pointing at the entire Gray Rock District, the Southern Three Districts the Cyan Dragon Gang conquered, "Aren’t you the veteran of the Cyan Dragon Gang? This enterprise, you’re also part of the hard work."

That statement was like a stabilizing pill.

"Definitely! Of course, we can!"

Liu San was the first to shout excitedly, his voice even changed pitch.

"Follow God Fang, don’t even think about leaving!"

Wang Laowu and the other old brothers instantly flushed with excitement.

Their chests heaving violently, eyes bursting with intense loyalty and belonging.

The previous panic and estrangement all vanished.

Are you kidding?

Now, in the entire City of Injustice, who doesn’t want to side with Thunder God Fang Qingyu?

He is not only a symbol of power but also a Federation-certified hero.

Following him means the top resources, the strongest backing.

This is far better than their previous days of licking blood on the gang blade, struggling to survive at the gang’s bottom, infinitely better.

Then.

Fang Qingyu didn’t stay long at the hospital.

Made a simple visit to the still-comatose Lei Meng, left a flower basket, then turned to leave.