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Everyone knew, the matter wasn’t truly over yet.

Soon, the group returned to the luxurious suite on the hotel’s top floor.

Chu Kuanglan took out the room card, and with a "beep", the heavy door opened in response.

However, when Fang Qingyu was the first to step into the room, his step faltered slightly.

In the center of the living room, on the comfortable leather sofa, a person was currently sitting.

A woman.

She was wearing a well-tailored dark purple combat suit, which outlined a mature and powerful curve.

Her long chestnut hair was casually tied at the back of her head, revealing a smooth forehead and a beautiful face with deep features.

Her posture seemed casual, even slightly lazy, with one foot also resting on the nearby low table.

But those eyes, as clear as amethyst, were now leisurely watching Fang Qingyu and his group, who were dumbfounded at the door.

The atmosphere in the room instantly turned somewhat eerie and tense...

Chu Kuanglan reacted almost instinctively.

His massive body tensed rapidly, and his blood and qi surged in an instant, stepping forward to make a move.

This woman managed to silently break through the hotel security.

To infiltrate their suite, she was certainly an enemy rather than a friend.

"Old Chu!" Fang Qingyu reacted quickly, immediately raising his hand to block Chu Kuanglan, while looking helplessly at the unfamiliar yet familiar woman on the sofa.

He sighed, "Why did you suddenly come over?"

Upon hearing this, the woman’s rosy lips curled into a faint smirk, "I came to see you all."

As soon as she said this.

The unique tone and rhetoric made everyone instantly realize.

"President Yan?!"

Wei Banmeng immediately shouted out the woman’s name.

However, everyone was a bit curious.

Wasn’t Yan Lin stationed in Gray Rock District? How did she suddenly appear here?

And in this manner.

Chu Kuanglan’s tensed body instantly relaxed. He scratched his head awkwardly and chuckled twice, "So it’s President Yan. Your entrance is quite unique."

Jiang Weiqing’s clear red eyes lingered on Yan Lin for a moment.

Then moved away, seemingly not too interested in her.

Su Wanqing and Lin Yu also sighed in relief, but the confusion in their eyes deepened.

Fang Qingyu said nothing more.

In fact, they came to the City of Injustice, intending to cooperate with Yan Lin.

But recently...

Fang Qingyu had left some of the more burdensome tasks for Yan Lin to handle on his behalf.

He himself was focused entirely on the Tier Three Tournament.

In this regard, he naturally felt guilty.

Fang Qingyu rubbed his temple, no longer dwelling on the issue of her sudden presence in the room.

He went straight to the point, looking at Yan Lin and asked, "Tell me directly, is something happening in the Gray Rock District that you suddenly came here instead of guarding the base for me?"

Yan Lin’s playful smile on her face instantly faded, and the laziness disappeared, replaced by a demeanor Fang Qingyu had never seen on her before: solemn and serious.

She withdrew her foot from the low table and sat up straight.

Her amethyst eyes fixed on Fang Qingyu, her voice deep and clear:

"The Gray Rock District is fine for now, with Liu San and Su Qiang keeping watch. The Iron Stream Sect’s remaining small fry can’t stir up much trouble. I came because just now, while you were on the ring, after you killed Shi Hao..."

She paused for a moment, then said word by word:

"I received news that the Celestial Punishment Association’s headquarters had dispatched a large number of core forces! Such a large scale hasn’t been seen in over a decade."

The air in the room instantly became tense.

Fang Qingyu listened, his brows slightly furrowed, a bad premonition rising in his heart, "Where are they headed? Who’s their target?!"

Yan Lin looked at Fang Qingyu’s eyes, sighed helplessly, and slowly stood up.

Her gaze swept over every tense face in the room, finally locking onto Fang Qingyu’s.

Her red lips parted slightly:

"Where else could they go?"

"They’re coming to kill you..."

And just as Yan Lin’s words fell...

Buzz!!!

An invisible wave suddenly descended.

Without needing any command, everyone in the room instantly went into combat mode.

Chu Kuanglan, Wu Feng, and Zhou Zhen’s blood and qi erupted violently.

Yan Lin reacted the fastest.

At the moment the force field descended, her eyes flashed with purple light, her figure eerily appearing in front of the large French window, her gaze piercing through the glass, locking onto the street below.

Fang Qingyu followed closely, stepping next to the window.

Noticing below the hotel, the once spacious street had turned silent.

The pedestrians on both sides of the street had vanished without a trace.

While at both ends of the street and the shadows of the buildings on both sides, at some point, figures had already appeared.

All dressed in black robes.

Like ghosts crawling out from Hell, silent and endless.

Completely sealing off all hotel’s exits and adjacent streets.

At a rough glance, their numbers were no less than a hundred.

Moreover, at the front of this wave of black-robed figures, four figures appeared on each side of the street.

Eight people.

They were also wearing black robes but in a more exquisite style.

Their faces covered by pale, faceless metal masks.

Dressed identically to Shi Hao before, and the aura occasionally leaking from under their robes, was very similar to the state before Shi Hao unleashed his Divine Bone power on the stage...

Eight peak Martial Saints implanted with Divine Bones?!

Fang Qingyu’s heart sank slightly.

He had just gone through a fierce battle, the consumption of three-system fusion far exceeded expectations.

Currently, his body was filled with numerous cracks. If he fought with full force now...

The outcome might not be good.

At this moment!

Whoosh—

An intense sanguine dark red beam suddenly shot out without warning from the shadows of a building across the street.

The target, directly aiming at Fang Qingyu by the window.

At the moment the red light appeared.

Fang Qingyu advanced instead of retreating.

The floor underfoot shattered violently.

Instantly crashing through the window before him.

In the midst of the scattered crystalline glass shards, Fang Qingyu’s figure boldly rushed out of the hotel, towards the incoming dark red beam, punching out.

Boom!!!

The Qi Blood and Qi Force collided fiercely with the dark red beam in mid-air.

The violent turbulence exploded instantly.

Fang Qingyu’s figure was slightly halted by the rebounding force mid-air.

At this moment, he was completely exposed on the street below, under the cold gazes of the hundred black-robed figures and eight Divine Bone warriors.

The chilling killing intent wrapped around instantly.

Yan Lin followed closely, her figure flashed, landing not far from Fang Qingyu, her eyes heavy to the extreme.

Jiang Wei’s small figure also appeared at the broken window, her red hair slightly swayed in the night wind, her clear red eyes coldly surveying the black wave below.

Under the force field lockdown, the street was dead silent.

The hundred black-robed assassins of the Celestial Punishment Association remained silent.

The atmosphere was suffocatingly oppressive.

Yan Lin looked at the formation before her, feeling Fang Qingyu’s thinly veiled weakness, sighed helplessly, and her tone carried a bit of ridicule:

"It seems this time, we’re really done for."