Fang Qingyu and his team did not relax.
Every day, they engaged in high-intensity training, honing their newly enhanced power.
The training ground on the ship beca their regular place.
Fang Qingyu’s stunning performance at the Ghost Hunting Ground had already spread throughout the ship.
Now, as he appears again at the public training ground, wherever he passes, people automatically make way for him.
All eyes, whether curious, probing, awed, or jealous, beco cautious, not daring to offend in the slightest.
No one dares to step forward to hand over business cards or engage in conversation anymore.
Chu Kuanglan is extrely proud of this, walking with a gust of wind.
Wei Banng uses the Divine Managent Bureau’s authority and quickly obtains detailed feedback from Shangjing.
One of them, whose real na is Wu Gang, is a Federation wanted criminal, forrly the deputy leader of the "Iron Wall" rcenary Corps, wanted for participating in nurous violent loots and murders, excels in Outer Door Hard Skills, has astonishing defense, and is violent in nature. Cabin number: C-112.
Another, nicknad Poison Fang, real na Lin Wei, with blurred identity information, suspected top assassin active in West Coast’s black market. Cabin number: C-205.
There is one more... a doctor.
Real na Chen Mingyuan, on the surface a surgical chief at a private hospital, secretly a broker and illegal modificationist in the underground world, ruthless in thods, ticulous in thought. Cabin number: B-88.
The last is Gray Shadow.
Least information, only a codena, excels in stealth and concealnt, suspected of possessing shadow-related talent or chosen ability, with a mysterious whereabouts. Cabin number: D-307.
Wei Banng also compiled information on Tier Two recruits brought in by the four, just in case.
Fang Qingyu morizes the portraits and cabin numbers of the four.
In the days that followed, the team allocated a portion of their energy to closely track these four’s movents through the ship’s surveillance system and covert observation.
Like the most patient hunters waiting for the mont to dock and network.
The days of sailing were tedious yet fulfilling.
During this ti, they also learned so news from the outside world.
Other two Hidden Dragon teams led by Liu Hanyan and Shikong, after stabilizing their injuries, also boarded subsequent transport fleets, embarking on a journey to the Arctic Front.
The final report of Ghost Festival’s casualty statistics was released.
The shocking numbers hide countless broken families and blood-stained lands, heavy enough to suffocate.
The online undercurrents have also beco increasingly prominent.
Although the Federation’s public opinion control machine still operates efficiently, deleting posts and videos about "Extraordinary Phenona" and "Monster Sightings."
Like weeds, once a wave is removed,
they quickly reappear in new corners, spreading even faster, with more heated discussions.
"Spiritual energy recovery," "alien invasion," "governnt hiding apocalypse truth"... various speculations clamor noisily.
Panic and curiosity quietly breed and spread among ordinary citizens.
The world is sliding towards an unknown abyss in an irreversible way.
All of this is temporarily isolated by the steel ark sailing on the cold ocean.
Until...
"Captain Fang, Captain Wei, everyone, please prepare yourselves."
The ship’s officer’s steady voice cos through the communicator.
"We are about to arrive at the outer port of Glazed Light City. According to the plan, please disembark in advance."
Fang Qingyu and his team were already ready to set out.
Backpacks and weapons had been checked thoroughly.
Upon hearing the notice, the five exchanged glances.
The operation comnced.
Following an officer, they went through internal passages, avoiding the main deck crowd, arriving at an inconspicuous dedicated exit on the ship’s side.
Below, a small assault boat equipped with anti-cold and anti-slip armor gently rocked with the waves, its engine emitting a low hum.
The piercing and icy wind carried tiny ice crystals, scraping the face like knives.
The air was filled with the unique, extre cold freshness, and a faint ozone scent of the polar regions.
Looking out.
No longer was there the deep, infinite dark blue ocean.
But endless, undulating white glaciers!
Huge icebergs stood like silent ancient beasts on the gray-white sea, exuding an icy oppressive feeling under the leaden gray sky.
On the distant horizon, a massive outline of a wall shimring with pale glaze-like light appeared faintly amid the pervasive cold fog.
Glazed Light City!
One of the key strongholds on the Arctic Great Wall Defense Line!
"Please proceed!"
The officer gestured.
Fang Qingyu leapt down first, landing steadily on the deck of the assault boat, cold tal pressing through the soles of his boots.
Wei Banng, Jiang Wei, Chu Kuanglan, Lu Jiuyuan followed closely.
The assault boat’s engine roared louder, turning its prow, slicing through the ice-covered sea surface toward the nearest ice sea coastline.
The gigantic figure of Ark of Hope slowly adjusted its position behind them, heading toward the distant brightly lit deep water dock like a giant beast’s mouth.
The cold wind howled.
The assault boat quickly pulled up onto a simply leveled ice shore.
Two soldiers in thick white polar combat gear, wearing wind goggles, were already waiting there.
"Captain Fang, welco to the outer outpost of Glazed Light City!"
The leading officer saluted, his voice intermittently transmitted in the cold wind, "Please follow ! The temporary command post has heating and hot drinks!"
Soldiers led them into a half-buried tal fortress.
The heating dispelled the biting cold.
Fang Qingyu declined the hot drink.
The five rely removed the outermost cold-resistant cloaks, revealing the thin combat uniforms inside.
With their physique, this level of cold was nothing.
The fortress observation port faced the distant massive deep-water dock.
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