Chapter 957 - 357: Liu San’s Gamble, the All-Out Offensive Begins!!!

He wore a simple gray combat suit, his stance not particularly imposing, yet he resembled an immovable mountain.

On his face, a mask formed out of pure golden thunder.

Thunder God!

Beneath the mask, no one could discern his expression.

Yet the slightly raised chin and the gaze projecting through the mask’s eyeholes.

Brought an aloofness and absolute confidence that looked down upon everything.

He was the faith of these people.

Fang Qingyu’s gaze slowly swept over the faces before him, whether young or weathered, all written with determination and fervor.

No lengthy motivational speech before the battle.

No passionate emotional speeches.

Just standing there quietly.

A moment later, a voice calm without the slightest ripple arose:

"Tonight."

"Victory in battle!"

Three words, brief and powerful.

"Victory!!!"

"Victory!!!"

"Victory!!!"

After a brief silence came a thunderous roar.

The battle intent and fervor of hundreds of Tier Two, Tier Three strong men were completely ignited at this moment.

The roar burst forth suddenly.

Pedestrians on the distant street trembled all over, startled by the sudden roar.

Aghast, they looked toward the source of the sound, their hearts pounding incessantly.

Though no Extraordinary Energy was used.

The roar of these hundreds of strong men was intimidating enough.

The roar ceased, its echoes reverberating through the empty factory.

Fang Qingyu nodded slightly and took a half step back.

Wei Banmeng stepped forward.

"Board the vehicles!"

"Target, Celestial Punishment Association headquarters!"

No unnecessary words.

Dozen buses already waiting outside the factory simultaneously started.

Hundreds of elites quickly and orderly formed into dozens of streams, pouring into their respective carriages.

The bus doors closed, and the sound of engines roaring became one.

The convoy ripped through the night, majestically driving toward the City Center of Injustice.

Meanwhile, as Fang Qingyu led the core forces to the battlefield.

Underneath the Cyan Dragon Gang headquarters building.

A crowd was also quickly assembling.

The number of people was more than those at the factory, numbering up to a thousand.

But the atmosphere was entirely different.

Here, it was filled with confusion, bewilderment, and restlessness.

The crowd was complex, with early members of the Cyan Dragon Gang, specialists absorbed during expansion, and even some older individuals mainly responsible for logistics or local affairs management.

Their strength varied.

Yet at least they were Tier Two, with even ones at the Peak of Third Tier.

Summoning them was Liu San, panting heavily, sweat covering his forehead.

He stood on the steps in front of the headquarters building, looking at the dense crowd below, his chest violently heaving.

Just now, he used his status as an elder and emergency contact permissions.

To forcibly summon all reachable gang members with power above Tier Two.

"Brother San! What urgent matter happened to call everyone here so hastily?"

"Yeah, Brother San, I was just on a lucky streak at the casino!"

Voices from the crowd babbled and discussed.

All eyes focused on Liu San on the steps, filled with puzzlement.

Liu San took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the panting and inner agitation from running.

He did not answer anyone’s questions.

His gaze slowly swept over the faces below, familiar or unfamiliar, his voice loud, with an unprecedented seriousness as he asked:

"Brothers, let me ask you a question!"

He paused, ensuring everyone’s focus was drawn in.

"If one day, I say if, you all could live under the Federation’s sunlight again, righteously, without being wanted, without discrimination, like all Federation citizens do, would you... be willing?!"

This question was like pouring a scoop of cold water into a boiling oil pan.

After a moment of silence.

Came boisterous laughter and mocking voices rising and falling.

"Pfft... Brother San, what kind of cold joke are you telling in the middle of the night?"

"Hahaha, return to the Federation? What for? To be bodyguards for the common folk? Or to screw screws on the assembly line?"

"Exactly! Brother San, are you drunk? Where in the Federation is it as delightful as here? Big fists are reason! Money, power, women! Rules? What are those?"

"Exactly, those who’ve committed crimes in the Federation, who can return? Even if they return, it’s a fate of imprisonment!"

"How free it is here! Though we fight for survival, at least we do as we please if our fists are hard enough!"

The crowd was filled with disdain for the Federation.

Mockery toward the rules and longing for the freedom of the City of Injustice.

Many had playful smiles on their faces, finding Liu San’s question utterly absurd.

Liu San stood on the steps, silently watching, and listening.

He did not interrupt, nor explain.

His face showed no expression.

Gradually, the laughter, mockery, and discussions, ebbed away like a retreating tide.

The playful smiles slowly froze and vanished.

Those who loudly discussed freedom found their voices lowering, their gazes beginning to wander.

Because under Liu San’s gaze.

They saw in each other’s eyes, the yearning carefully hidden, a yearning they themselves didn’t want to admit.

Yearning for identity in the sunlight.

Yearning for a life without constant fear.

Yearning to reach out honorably to relatives who might still be in the Federation.

Yearning for that thing long trampled into the mud by themselves, called belonging and honor...

Who hasn’t had dreams?

Who hasn’t felt passion?

Who hasn’t, in some silent night, reminisced about the clean streets of the Federation’s cities, the bright lights, the warmth of family gatherings?

Behind the freedom of the City of Injustice lies perpetual wandering, endless fighting, and a fate sinking into darkness.