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"What exactly does the Celestial Punishment Association want? How is their true power distributed? How many Divine Bone Martial Saints do they actually have? Besides the Bauhinia Association, what other forces do they control? We are still clueless about these key pieces of information."

"Intelligence! The thing we lack most right now is intelligence."

Fang Qingyu’s fingers hit the table heavily, "We can’t just passively wait for the Celestial Punishment Association to launch another attack."

His gaze turned to Wei Banmeng, sitting on his left, her demeanor cool: "Banmeng."

"Here." Wei Banmeng replied immediately.

"Go to the Lingxiao Association personally." Fang Qingyu commanded, "Tell them we want to cooperate with them and leverage their intelligence network."

Wei Banmeng was slightly taken aback, showing a hint of astonishment: "Lingxiao Association? The one in the city center?"

"Yes."

"Qingzi..." Wei Banmeng chuckled wryly, "It might be difficult. Did you forget how you killed a bunch of their people at the nightclub before... Lingxiao Association hasn’t forgotten about that. With their vindictive nature, it’s surprising they haven’t seized the opportunity for revenge, let alone considering cooperation with us."

The conference room became silent.

Everyone remembered the incident when they discovered Lingxiao Association’s human trafficking storage point.

Fang Qingyu... not only killed several Tier Three members.

He also killed a direct relative of the Lingxiao Association.

Which completely offended the Lingxiao Association.

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu’s face showed no ripples, but his Starry Eyes turned to Wei Banmeng, calmly saying:

"You go and tell them this..."

"If they refuse to cooperate."

"Tomorrow, I will launch a massive force field against the Lingxiao Association’s headquarters."

Ssss—

A collective gasp echoed through the conference room.

Even Chu Kuanglan widened his eyes like copper bells.

This was no longer a request for cooperation.

This was a blatant threat...

Launching a massive force field against Lingxiao Association’s headquarters.

What does this imply?

It implies Fang Qingyu intends to single-handedly storm the Lingxiao Association’s lair.

Considering the terrifying combat power he displayed last night.

Even if Lingxiao Association’s headquarters can stop him, they would undoubtedly pay a devastatingly unbearable price.

This madman...

No, this man has the audacity to carry it out.

And he truly can accomplish it.

Wei Banmeng’s cool face rarely showed a glimpse of astonishment, which then turned into a mixture of helplessness and a wry smile.

She took a deep breath, nodding decisively: "Understood, I’ll do it right away!"

"Mm." Fang Qingyu nodded, then turned to Old Chu.

"Old Chu, go to the Thousand Machines Tower, buy information, use all the money in the gang now to purchase information about the Celestial Punishment Association."

Old Chu immediately nodded his agreement.

Finally, he looked at the others.

"Next, during the day, keep enough personnel for guard duties in each defense zone, and everyone take the opportunity to rest and recover. The real tough battle is at night."

"Yes!"

The crowd responded in unison, with solemn expressions.

The meeting concluded, and everyone filed out, heading to their respective posts.

Fang Qingyu also stood up, saying to Jiang Wei beside him, "Let’s go, let’s visit the old captain."

The black SUV drove steadily along the slightly desolate streets of the Gray Rock District in the early morning.

The fatigue from the night was temporarily suppressed.

The city was waking up.

Fang Qingyu gripped the steering wheel, his gaze calm as he looked ahead.

Jiang Wei sat in the passenger seat, her long red hair gently draped over her shoulders, her clear red eyes watching the rapidly receding street scenery outside the window, lost in thought.

The car was very quiet inside.

"Jiang Wei." Fang Qingyu suddenly broke the silence.

"Mm?" Jiang Wei turned her head to look at him.

"Last night, I pondered for a long time." Fang Qingyu’s voice carried a hint of contemplative weight, "I always felt we might have fallen into a certain mindset."

"What mindset?" Jiang Wei blinked.

"We’ve always assumed, without question, that Chen Wudi was captured by the Celestial Punishment Association, imprisoned and tortured to extract the Invincible Technique, or for this so-called deification." Fang Qingyu’s fingers gently tapped the steering wheel, "But what if... Chen Wudi went willingly?"

A trace of astonishment flashed in Jiang Wei’s clear eyes: "Willingly?"

This hypothesis exploded in Jiang Wei’s mind.

Her delicate eyebrows instantly knitted as she plunged into rapid thought.

Fang Qingyu continued his analysis, following his own train of thought like unraveling tangled threads:

"When I first emerged and revealed my identity, the Celestial Punishment Association indeed aimed to kill me. But then they realized my growth speed and potential far surpassed expectations, changing their strategy."

"The old captain appeared at this opportune moment. He tossed the Invincible Technique as bait before me. He knew my thirst for power, knew what the Invincible Technique meant to me."

"He successfully shifted my focus onto Chen Wudi, planting the subconscious notion of acquiring the Invincible Technique before killing Chen Wudi. After all, only a living Chen Wudi might hand over the Invincible Technique. Killing him would yield nothing."

"This way, the Celestial Punishment Association bought themselves time and controlled the pace."

"They can gradually lead me to where Chen Wudi is."

"When I finally stand before Chen Wudi, they may reveal their true intent."

Fang Qingyu finished sharing his speculation.

"What do you think?"

He glanced at Jiang Wei, who was deep in thought.

Jiang Wei’s brow furrowed ever tighter, the light in her ruby-like eyes flickering unpredictably, as if desperately trying to recall something.

Fang Qingyu’s analysis was clear and logical, fitting seamlessly with the growing unease in her heart.

Yet she felt something was still missing...

A crucial point.