Chapter 958 - 357: Liu San’s High-Stakes Gamble, the Final Assault Begins!

Under the Federation’s rules lies order, protection, the foundation upon which countless ordinary people base their survival.

It is also what they, the lost ones, once had but abandoned with their own hands...

Home.

Silence hung like a heavy curtain.

Enveloping the plaza where over a thousand people had gathered.

Liu San could clearly see the change in many people’s eyes from initial mockery to complex bewilderment, eventually turning into deep bitterness.

Even those who initially shouted with exhilaration here now bowed their heads, their eyes flickering.

He knew the time was right.

He took a deep breath, his voice became even louder, piercing through the heavy silence:

"Now! I, Liu San, can tell you!"

"This opportunity is not an if! It is right in front of us!"

"However..."

Liu San raised his voice abruptly at this:

"It requires risking your lives! It takes staking your lives to fight for it! To exchange for it!"

"Now, those who want to seize this opportunity, who wish to return to the Federation with honor, stay!"

"Those who think this is pretty good and don’t want to cause any more ruckus, the door is there, you can leave now!"

After his words fell, the plaza sank into silence once again.

The air seemed to solidify, with only the sound of heavy breathing rising and falling.

A few seconds later.

"Tch! Crazy!"

A tattooed man sneered, turned decisively, and walked towards the open door with big strides.

"Return to the Federation? I’d rather die here!"

Another figure followed closely behind.

"Brother San, sorry, but I just want to peacefully earn a living."

An older man sighed, also quietly turning away to leave.

Gradually, nearly a hundred people chose to leave.

Some didn’t believe, some were content with the status quo, some thought the risk was too high.

But.

More people decided to stay.

Their eyes, having endured initial confusion and struggle, gradually turned steadfast and fiery.

They might have made mistakes.

Might have lost their way.

But deep within, the desire for light and order had never been extinguished.

In the end, nearly nine hundred people remained on the plaza.

They spontaneously straightened their backs, eyes blazing as they looked up at Liu San on the steps.

Silently expressing their choice.

To fight!

Liu San looked at the mass of figures choosing to stay.

Gazing into their eyes.

A faint relieved smile slowly formed at the corners of his mouth.

He had bet correctly.

"Good!" Liu San’s voice contained a trace of excitement.

"Brothers willing to stay, listen to my orders!"

"Immediately receive your equipment! Check your weapons!"

"Our battlefield... is not at headquarters, follow the true leader’s footsteps, target..."

He suddenly raised his hand.

Pointing towards the brightly lit direction of the city center:

"Celestial Punishment Association!"

...

A convoy of over a dozen buses.

Rolled through the silent streets of the night.

Although the blockade forces of the seven major powers had already withdrawn, the streets remained sparsely populated.

The few passersby who saw this bus convoy turned pale, like startled rabbits, either lowering their heads and quickening their pace immediately or outright turning around and running, disappearing swiftly into the dark alleys.

Soon the convoy stopped.

Stopped in front of the headquarters of the Celestial Punishment Association.

That imposing building, filled with religious oppression, its spires towering as if to pierce the night sky.

The massive archway was tightly closed.

Engraved with twisted, grotesque runes and patterns.

In front of the door.

Four guards cloaked in black robes stood silently like lifeless statues.

Ignoring the convoy parked in front of them.

Under the hollow masks, there was only deathly silence.

The bus doors opened with a clatter simultaneously.

Fang Qingyu was the first to step down.

Then, Jiang Wei, Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan, Su Wanqing, Lin Yu, Lu Jiuyuan, Qi Hao, Qin Feng...

One by one, core members filed out.

Immediately following were the hundreds of silent, lethal elite forces.

They surged like a black tide, swiftly and orderly forming ranks behind Fang Qingyu, their movements uniform and silent.

Killing intent and battle fervor intertwined and rose within them.

Hundreds of gazes locked in unison on those four robed guards and the tightly closed door.

Fang Qingyu stood at the forefront of the formation.

Under the Thunder Pattern Mask, his gaze calmly swept over the building before him.

Slowly raised his right hand, holding a transparent sphere the size of a head, completely crystal-clear.

This was the super-large Force Field.

Much larger than a regular Force Field.

Without any superfluous words, no pre-battle declaration.

Fang Qingyu’s arm subtly swung.

The transparent sphere was casually thrown towards the ground in front.

The sphere traced a brief arc.

Silently and seamlessly landing on the stone steps in front of the Celestial Punishment Association’s headquarters.

At the moment the sphere touched the ground...

Buzz!!!

An invisible ripple surged out from the sphere’s point of contact like water waves.

Instantly covering the entire Celestial Punishment Association headquarters building and its vast surrounding area.

The Force Field took shape.

Isolating the inside from the outside.

Fang Qingyu gently lifted his head.

Slowly raised the Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash in his hand.

Then fiercely swung it forward, uttering a single word.

"Kill!!!"