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There was a second of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by the roar of an engine starting, and then the call was disconnected.

Fang Qingyu put away his phone and looked at the old commander and the group of remnants: "My people will be here soon, and she will arrange for a temporary place for you to rest. Whatever the matter is, let’s talk about it after daybreak."

The old commander opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something.

But in the end, under the gaze of Fang Qingyu’s calm, starry eyes.

He swallowed all his words, which finally turned into a heavy sigh: "Everything will be according to Captain Fang’s arrangements. Thank you."

The waiting time was not long.

A few minutes later, a heavy motorcycle’s agitated engine roar came from the end of the street.

A Harley Fat Boy with rugged lines, all matte black.

A beautiful tail slide emergency brake.

Stopped steadily in front of Fang Qingyu.

The tires rubbed against the ground, creating a pungent green smoke and sharp noise.

The rider swung a long leg, swiftly dismounting the bike.

Still wearing that ultimate provocative outfit.

Form-fitting black leather pants sketched out thrilling leg curves, the upper body only wearing a black crop top just covering the ample chest, revealing a flat, tight abdomen and beautiful abs.

Long, deep chestnut hair flew wildly in the night wind.

Half of the face was covered with a silver metal mask.

Covering the upper half of the face, only revealing seductive red lips with dark red lipstick and a beautifully contoured chin.

It was Yan Lin again, with a new disguise.

She casually took off her helmet and hung it on the handlebar, tossing her long hair.

Those charming, captivating eyes beneath the mask first swept over the battlefield full of debris, whistling lightly: "Whoa, Captain Fang, quite the achievement, huh? Took them all on by yourself?"

Then, her gaze fell on the remnants of the Desolate Bone Corps behind Fang Qingyu, who appeared miserable.

When she saw the old commander.

A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"President Yan."

The old commander forced himself to stay spirited, slightly nodding at Yan Lin.

"Oh, isn’t this the old patriarch of the Desolate Bone Corps?" Yan Lin’s tone carried a bit of amusement as her gaze shifted back and forth between Fang Qingyu and the old commander, seemingly understanding something in an instant.

She asked no further questions, tilting her chin towards the Desolate Bone Corps members, straightforwardly: "Alright, follow me. Get those injuries treated, don’t die halfway."

She turned and mounted the motorcycle again.

The engine rumbled lowly once more.

The Desolate Bone Corps members supported each other, silently following the motorcycle, gradually disappearing to the other end of Taikang Road.

Fang Qingyu stood in place, watching them leave.

Until the motorcycle’s taillights completely merged into the darkness.

A third Martial Saint of the City of Injustice didn’t escape.

Instead, an old man out with other people?

Moreover... having his grandson go to his death in place of himself?

This isn’t something simple like filial duty could explain.

Having Yan Lin take over.

Is to have her keep a close watch on this group.

And Yan Lin should understand my meaning, she agreed quickly.

The street returned to its eerie silence.

Only the shuffling sound of the Cyan Dragon Gang members cleaning the battlefield remained.

Fang Qingyu leaned against the cool glass doorframe of a convenience store, closed his eyes to rest.

Starry eyes slowly moved under his eyelids.

Time passed.

The eastern sky showed a hint of pale light.

The battlefield was cleaned up, and the smell of blood was greatly diluted by the morning breeze.

The personnel on guard duty reported the news.

Other defense areas also encountered sporadic probing attacks before dawn.

But they were easily repelled, with no casualties on our side.

Only a few were slightly injured.

Celestial Punishment Association’s main force, after destroying the Desolate Bone Corps headquarters.

Did not launch the anticipated full-scale attack on the Cyan Dragon Gang in the Gray Rock District.

The first night, thus, was defended.

...

Cyan Dragon Gang Headquarters.

Top floor meeting room.

Morning light poured through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the room brightly.

The long table was filled with people on both sides, the core team of Fang Qingyu.

Wei Banmeng and the other two, Su Wanqing, Old Qin with three others, and Lin Yu from Dawn, along with Wu Feng, Zhou Zhen, and others.

Also, Jiang Wei sitting quietly next to Fang Qingyu.

The atmosphere was not as relaxed as imagined.

Although the defense line was held last night, and many of the Celestial Punishment Association members were eliminated.

Everyone wore a hint of solemnity and contemplation on their faces.

The zero casualty outcome was certainly pleasing.

But combined with the news Fang Qingyu brought back, the pleasantness carried an inexplicable strangeness.

Fang Qingyu sat at the head seat, getting straight to the point: "Last night, everyone did well."

His eyes scanned the group, bringing affirmation.

Chu Kuanglan grinned, Qi Hao and others straightened up slightly.

But immediately, Fang Qingyu’s tone turned abruptly, like cold water thrown over them: "However, from now on, it’s just us."

Everyone was taken aback.

"The Desolate Bone Corps headquarters was completely annihilated by the main force of Celestial Punishment Association last night."

Fang Qingyu said calmly, "I’ve taken in their remnants, currently only the old commander and about forty wounded members remain, temporarily settled by Yan Lin."

"What?!"

"The main force of Celestial Punishment went to attack the Desolate Bone Corps?!"

"How is that possible? Weren’t they coming for us?"

A chorus of startled whispers erupted in the meeting room.

Wei Banmeng frowned: "The main target of Celestial Punishment was the Desolate Bone Corps?"

"Yes." Fang Qingyu nodded, "Our people saw with their own eyes, the Desolate Bone Corps headquarters was surrounded, the battle was brutal, almost a complete slaughter."

He paused, his gaze becoming exceedingly serious.

Fang Qingyu slowly swept through everyone present, speaking deliberately:

"But I must remind you all. From now on, don’t believe a word from the Desolate Bone Corps."

"Celestial Punishment attacked the Desolate Bone Corps, our people indeed saw the outcome. But the process? What exactly happened? We need to verify it ourselves."