This thought.
Carrying a kind of absurdity that makes one laugh.
City of Injustice, Mirage.
Existences at Tier Four and above cannot enter.
Within the frawork of rules of this city-state, the City Lord theoretically is the absolute ruler at the top of the pyramid.
The level of their power, even if not Tier Five, is certainly at the peak of Tier Four.
Fang Qingyu knows better than anyone how terrifying the abilities of soone at this level are.
Just look at Jiu and the Drought Fiend.
The two would vanish or appear at will.
Even when I activate the Shenxiao Envoy form.
And my combat power soared to the point of crushing ordinary Tier Threes.
Against their elusive thods, there is absolutely no chance of counterattack.
The City Lord, as the one who controls the core rules of the Mirage.
Their authority and power within this city are even more troubleso than Jiu.
Even if all the Transcendents in the city went mad and besieged without care.
If they can’t win, can’t they at least escape?
Injured?
Fang Qingyu is highly skeptical of this news.
The dilapidated bus trudged along the cracked cent road.
The view outside the window sped away backward.
From the more orderly warehouses and roads of the port district, it gradually beca chaotic and crowded.
The shanties pieced together with various materials were increasingly nurous.
Narrow alleys crisscrossed like a maze.
The air was filled with the mixed stench of the sea, coal smoke, and other turbid odors.
Here is the Gray Rock District.
The city village on the edge of the outer city of the Mirage.
Compared to the giant tal do overhead emitting constant gentle sunlight, and the brilliantly lit and stylistically diverse skyscrapers of the Inner City in the distance, this place feels like two different worlds.
The bus finally ca to a sudden halt in front of a gray five-story self-built cent building.
"Screech—!"
The shrill brake sound attracted so curious yet wary peeking glances from surrounding residents.
"We’re here, we’re here! Brothers, this is our Cyan Dragon Gang’s turf!"
Liu San was the first to jump off the bus, with a look of relaxation and pride as if he had co ho.
Pointing at the square, undecorated cent building in front of them.
Its windowpanes covered in a thick layer of dust.
"The conditions are a bit rough, but at least it’s safe! This area is all our people!"
Fang Qingyu and others also got off the bus, looking at this new ho.
The building was dark and old, with so parts of the walls peeling away to reveal the red bricks inside.
In front of the building was a piece of hardened mud ground, scattered with so debris.
Beside it lay discarded fishing nets and rusty iron barrels.
Several clotheslines crisscrossed, hanging dim-colored clothes.
The environnt... is indeed very down-to-earth.
However, one thing that differed from Fang Qingyu’s imagination was.
Many people peeping around were actually ordinary people.
It seems similar to the situation over at the Arctic Front.
"Co, co, leave it to us."
Several mbers of the Cyan Dragon Gang, who had been waiting in front of the building, dressed in similar old clothes to Liu San.
Approached with ingratiating yet sowhat nervous smiles.
Nimbly helping everyone with their luggage.
"Third Brother, Brother Biao, the boss just sent a ssage. He said let the new brothers settle in first. He’ll co by later!" A young gang mber said to Liu San.
"Got it, got it!"
Liu San waved his hand, then turned to warmly greet Fang Qingyu and others, "Co, co, the rooms are all set up! Though a bit cramped, the beds and bedding are clean! Let’s go up and take a look!"
Everyone followed him inside the self-built house.
The interior looked even older than the outside.
The stairs were narrow and steep, the walls mottled, and the lighting dim.
The air carried a faint sll of mold and dust.
The rooms were laid out like standard student dormitories, with bunk beds and little space apart from a worn-out small table.
Renovation?
Nonexistent.
Just the most primitive cent floor, li walls, and simple light bulbs.
Fang Qingyu looked at this familiar yet strange environnt, his expression calm.
He had lived in many places like this before in Qingjian City.
Yet Fang Qingyu found it hard to understand.
A Martial Saint.
In any other city, they would sit in a position of power revered by thousands and be a Hero Level figure with imnse authority and resources.
Yet here in the Gray Rock District of the City of Injustice.
Can only occupy such a dilapidated city village?
The core gang mbers appear rather shabby as well.
This gap... it is a bit too much.
Chu Kuanglan wasn’t as composed as Fang Qingyu.
With his big backpack slung over his shoulder, he surveyed this dormitory, then looked through the window at the bleak street scene outside, his expression was quite colorful.
Scratching his head, he sidled up to Liu San, lowering his voice with confusion and puzzlent:
"Brother, is this environnt really our gang’s core location? Brother ng, a dignified Martial Saint, lives here?"
Liu San’s smile froze for a mont, revealing a slight hint of uncontainable embarrassnt.
Quickly glancing left and right, fearing other gang mbers might hear.
Then he puffed out his chest forcefully, speaking in a tone suggesting "you don’t understand the situation," also lowering his voice:
"Brother Chu! Keep it down! It’s not sothing to joke about!"
He leaned close to Chu Kuanglan, speaking even more quietly, with a touch of helplessness: "This City of Injustice is different from the outside! Our boss is indeed a Martial Saint, but he can’t overwhelm a greater number of people."
"More people?"
Chu Kuanglan was taken aback.
"Exactly!"
Liu San nodded vigorously, a hint of awe in his gaze as he pointed through the window towards the faint silhouettes of tall buildings in the direction of the Inner City not far away, "Do you know who the closest big gang to us is? The Iron Claw Association!"
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