Chapter 961 - 358: Your Death Trick Is Far Too Childish! (Part 3)

At this moment, it surged and boiled in his chest like magma.

Heaven really gave this group of abandoned pawns a chance to see the light of day again.

"Old Zhang! Limper Li! Pockmarked Wang! Guides, lead the way and clear the path!"

Liu San jumped off the minibus, his voice hoarse yet filled with power.

He quickly pointed out a few people who were previously confirmed to know the internal paths of the Celestial Punishment Association.

The team immediately split into several phalanxes of about two hundred people each, according to the rough division on the road.

At the forefront of each phalanx was one or two people familiar with the path.

Their eyes burned intensely, breathing heavily, fixating on the massive hole blown in the gate.

"Brothers! With knives in hand, follow me! Fight in and earn an honorable position!"

Liu San shouted, raising his arm energetically.

He was about to lead the last phalanx towards the gate.

Rumble——

However, just at this moment.

Another burst of engine roars came from the other end of the street.

Liu San and his team’s footsteps suddenly halted.

Everyone looked towards the sound, full of anxiety and uncertainty.

They saw a convoy of a dozen brand-new luxury buses approaching smoothly and swiftly, like a steel dragon.

The convoy was orderly, exuding a well-trained sharp aura.

The buses stopped steadily on the other side of the Celestial Punishment Association’s gate.

The doors swung open in unison.

Groups of figures in uniform dark cyan combat suits poured out swiftly and orderly, like javelins.

With clean and efficient movements, their aura was deep and steady, and the proportion of Tier Three experts was significantly higher than Liu San’s team.

At a glance, there were four to five hundred of them, and they were all elite.

Liu San’s heart leaped into his throat, his hand instinctively gripping the sword handle at his waist, staring vigilantly at this suddenly appearing elite force.

His team behind him tensed up immediately, the atmosphere instantly tight.

The crowd in the cyan uniforms quickly lined up.

An elder person stepped out from the crowd, it was Old Ghost.

When he saw Liu San’s group and the artistic transport vehicles behind them,

A very slight astonishment passed over his calm face.

But it instantly returned to tranquility.

"Up front, are you brothers of the Cyan Dragon Gang?"

Old Ghost’s voice came across the distance, with a hint of inquiry in its steadiness.

Liu San was taken aback, immediately responding loudly: "Yes! And you are?"

"Lingxiao Association, Old Ghost."

Old Ghost’s voice came clearly, "By order of the Ancestor, here to aid the Cyan Dragon Gang, together to annihilate the Celestial Punishment Association!"

Lingxiao Association, aiding!

Liu San’s heart, which had been hanging, suddenly relaxed.

If he were to say who he was most familiar with among Fang Qingyu and these people, it would definitely be Chu Kuanglan.

So when calling upon people,

Liu San had... sent a message to Old Chu.

Expressing his desire to bring the remaining brothers to help.

Chu Kuanglan was silent for a moment before agreeing.

He mentioned the target was the Celestial Punishment Association and briefly informed Liu San of some recent happenings.

Thus, Liu San was able to lead his men straight to the Celestial Punishment Association.

Meanwhile, he also understood that the Lingxiao Association should be on their side.

So Liu San immediately stepped forward quickly.

From a distance, he clasped his fists in salute, his posture very humble,

"It’s actually Senior Old Ghost! Junior Liu San, with the help of Lingxiao Association brothers, this battle is surely victorious!"

Old Ghost nodded slightly.

His gaze swept over the high-spirited yet loosely equipped ragtag army behind Liu San.

There was no contempt or disdain on his face.

Only a calmness of having seen through worldly affairs.

He no longer spoke more, turned to face the sternly standing Lingxiao Association elites behind him, his voice suddenly rising, with a do-or-die decisiveness: "Lingxiao Association, assemble!"

"Present!" The hundreds of elites responded in a low voice, their voices merging into one, their killing intent soaring.

"Follow me and kill!!!"

Old Ghost moved, turning into a cyan shadow first.

Unhesitatingly charging towards the gate blown open by Fang Qingyu.

Behind him, hundreds of cyan-clad elites followed silently but swiftly.

Witnessing the Lingxiao Association elites so decisively and cleanly charging in.

Liu San’s chest swelled with heroic spirit, and he no longer hesitated, fiercely waving his hand at the team holding the rear:

"Brothers, don’t let them look down on us! Charge in! Bring honor to us! Kill!!!"

The shout was earth-shattering.

Liu San led this final phalanx made up of the ragtag army.

Following closely behind the cyan torrent of the Lingxiao Association.

Cascading into the headquarters of the Celestial Punishment Association.

In less than an hour.

Three torrents, Fang Qingyu leading the Cyan Dragon Gang core elite, the ragtag veterans Liu San had gathered, and the Lingxiao Association elites brought by Old Ghost.

Close to 2000 people rushed in.

But under the curtain of night now...

It still remained eerily quiet.

...

Top floor of the Celestial Punishment Association headquarters, luxurious reception room.

Soft lighting spilled onto an expensive Persian carpet.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of top-grade cigars and the fragrance of vintage red wine.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows was the dazzling night view of the core area of the City of Injustice, like a sprawling Milky Way.

On the circular sofa.

Sat ten elegantly dressed men and women with extraordinary auras.

They were either conversing in low voices or elegantly swirling the red wine in their glasses, appearing relaxed and at ease.

As if they were at some top-tier cocktail party.

And not at the headquarters of the Celestial Punishment Association where a war was unfolding.

Opposite the circular sofa was an entire wall of monitors.

At this moment, the screen was divided into dozens of clear views.

Overlooking every slaughter happening in the Celestial Punishment Association headquarters.

The central and largest few screens were especially eye-catching.

The entrance to the underground space.

The entire view was filled with a chillingly viscous blood-red, like solidified blood amber.

A figure stood silently at the center of this blood-red scene, motionless.