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Chapter 562 - 262: Oh? How Do You Know We’ll Die?

Clearly, Shen Zhou was utterly at a loss due to Fang Qingyu’s series of inconceivable, contradictory maneuvers.

He made a great effort to send dozens of Grandmasters.

Just to have them stand idly at a specified location?

And even notified them in advance of a life-threatening danger?

What exactly is he trying to do?!

"Mr. Fang... Mr. Fang..." Shen Zhou’s voice was filled with extreme confusion and hesitation, "Forgive my presumptuousness, may I ask, what is your ultimate goal? This operation... is truly... perplexing. Without a clear target and subsequent plan, it’s hard to persuade those Grandmasters to come, and it’s equally hard to control the situation..."

Fang Qingyu listened to Shen Zhou’s cautious inquiry, silent for a few seconds.

His gaze scanned his teammates beside him, finally resting on Jiang Chengyue’s face filled with tension and anticipation.

He spoke slowly, his voice still calm but with an added tone of unquestionable certainty:

"Supervisor Shen."

"Who holds higher authority, you or Mr. Donald?"

Shen Zhou seemed not to have expected Fang Qingyu’s sudden question, momentarily stunned, then immediately replied respectfully, "Mr. Fang, I am currently the highest-ranking person in charge of liaising with you from Deep Blue Heavy Industries in the Arctic Front region. Mr. Donald mainly oversees internal affairs of ’The Abyss,’ and in the Arctic Front, my authority surpasses his."

"I see."

Fang Qingyu received the answer he desired.

He glanced at Jiang Chengyue, seeing the other nod nervously.

Only then did Fang Qingyu use the communicator to succinctly convey the truth of Jiang Taixuan extending his life by using the "Gluttonous Stomach" to devour Martial Artists’ life energy, the underground blood bank and Corpse Mountain in Glazed Light City, and their plan to set a trap to hunt Jiang Taixuan.

No embellishment, no emotion, only stark facts and killing intent.

On the other end of the communicator, a death-like silence ensued.

Fang Qingyu could even imagine the shock and disbelief on Shen Zhou’s face.

Time seemed frozen.

After nearly half a minute, Shen Zhou’s voice came through the communicator again.

The voice no longer held confusion and hesitation, but was extremely grave, serious, with even a hint of hard-to-detect... excitement?

"I... understand, Mr. Fang!"

Shen Zhou’s voice was a little elevated.

"So that’s it! Rest assured, Mr. Fang! Deep Blue Heavy Industries will fully support this! This is not only for you, Mr. Fang, but also to root out the scourge at the Arctic Front! For those comrades who died unjustly! This matter is of great importance, and I will immediately use the highest authority to mobilize all resources!"

"The information will be disseminated in the most secretive yet ’credible’ manner! I will set the coordinates as you requested! Ensuring that ’dozens’ of suitable Martial Arts Grandmasters will willingly gather at the location in the shortest possible time!"

"Await my good news!"

Shen Zhou’s voice carried a sense of determination and excitement, as if he were participating in a monumental event.

The communication was cut off.

Silence fell again in the living room.

Fang Qingyu put away his phone, his gaze falling again on Jiang Chengyue.

"Now, the bait is set, the trap is ready."

Fang Qingyu’s voice was calm and steady.

"All is prepared, except for the final push."

"You’re the only one left."

Jiang Chengyue’s body shook violently, a sense of tragic determination surging across his face instantly.

He stood up straight abruptly, chest out, as if shouting out with the last strength of his life:

"Captain Fang! Rest assured! I, Jiang Chengyue, swear here! In that battle, I will surely die before you! With my blood, I will buy you even a second more of time!"

His eyes were full of a martyr-like fervor and resolve to die.

However.

After hearing his passionate "declaration of dying," Fang Qingyu hesitated slightly.

Then, as if hearing something not quite appropriate.

A little helplessly, he waved his hand.

"No, no, no."

Fang Qingyu repeated "no" three times, his tone carrying a hint of correction.

"I don’t need you to die."

"Ah?"

The tragic determination on Jiang Chengyue’s face instantly froze, turning once more to confusion.

"I need you to... try to hold off the Jiang Family members." Fang Qingyu gazed at him, clearly stating the mission.

"Hold off... the Jiang Family members?"

The confusion on Jiang Chengyue’s face quickly turned to bitterness and helplessness, pointing to himself, his voice filled with self-mockery and powerlessness, "Captain Fang, what is my status now? A traitor! A disgrace to the family! A mouse that everyone wants to beat! My former brothers-in-arms, subordinates, and comrades now can’t wait to catch me and present me to the ancestors! My words... they wouldn’t believe even a punctuation mark! What do I have to stop them? My appearance would only make them charge over more crazily! I can’t stop them at all!"

As Fang Qingyu listened to Jiang Chengyue’s reasonable explanation, his expression did not change at all.

He instead slowly stood up, walked over to Jiang Chengyue.

Reached out a hand, and gently patted Jiang Chengyue’s shoulder.

The gesture was gentle.

Yet Jiang Chengyue instinctively straightened his posture.

Fang Qingyu looked him in the eye, his voice low:

"Jiang Chengyue..."

"Have you ever thought..."

"Why would City Lord Jiang, at this time, take all of your Jiang Family’s Tier Three and above combat forces away? Take them to the most dangerous front line, so much so... that there’s not even time to spare for cleaning up a ’traitor’ like you?"

Jiang Chengyue’s entire body trembled.

This question was like a bolt of lightning, cleaving through the fog and despair that had long clung to his heart.

He suddenly raised his head, eyes wide, staring intently at Fang Qingyu.