feiniaonovel Chapter 761 - 310: I Told You to Call for Reinforcements!
Chapter 761 - 310: I Told You to Call for Reinforcements!
"Oh."
Fang Qingyu nodded thoughtfully, seeming to understand something.
Then, he let go of his hand.
The young man was caught off guard, his legs buckled and he fell to the ground with a thud, grimacing in pain.
But he couldn’t care about the pain, a surge of ecstasy filled his face instantly.
He had survived!
This fearsome star had spared him!
He began crawling toward the passageway, desperately trying to escape this hellish place.
However, just as his hands and feet touched the cold stone steps...
Buzz!
A surge of spiritual pressure descended with a roar, pressing him firmly in place.
His face was pressed tightly to the ground, unable to move even a finger, his throat seemed clamped by iron, not a whimper could escape, he could only roll his eyes in terror.
Jiang Wei withdrew her gaze expressionlessly.
That terrifying spiritual pressure was like a tangible shackle, tightly binding the young man.
Fang Qingyu seemed to ignore the struggle of the ant beneath his feet.
Turning to Jiang Wei, he said softly, "I’m going out for a bit, wait for me here."
Jiang Wei’s clear red pupils looked at him and nodded, "Okay."
Fang Qingyu turned around and walked step by step up the passageway he had come from.
His figure soon disappeared into the darkness at the end of the passageway.
The sound of footsteps gradually faded away.
The second floor of the nightclub, the corridor after the explosion was a mess. The walls had a large hole blown in, debris and twisted metal lay scattered.
The strong smell of gunpowder had yet to disperse completely.
Wei Banmeng, Qi Hao, and Lv Chen stood near the entrance of the passage.
Old Qin lay on the ground, his face pale, the wound on his chest had been treated urgently, stopping the bleeding for now.
But his breath was still weak.
The sound of footsteps came from the dark passage to the basement.
Fang Qingyu’s figure reappeared under the dim light of the hallway.
"Qingzi!"
Qi Hao immediately greeted him, eyes questioning as he looked behind him, "Downstairs..."
Fang Qingyu didn’t answer Qi Hao’s question and directly gave orders.
"Go find two hundred sets of women’s clothes, normal, clean clothes."
He paused, then added, "Then, send them downstairs."
The three of Wei Banmeng were stunned simultaneously.
Two hundred sets of women’s clothes?
Confusion surged like a tide in their hearts.
But looking at Fang Qingyu’s eerily calm eyes, the three said not a word more.
"And, Lv Chen."
Fang Qingyu’s gaze turned to Lv Chen, "There’s someone downstairs, leave him to you. Don’t let him die easily."
Lv Chen paused slightly, then nodded.
"Understood."
Then, the three immediately turned around.
"Wait."
Fang Qingyu’s voice rang out again.
The three stopped and turned back.
A look of contemplation appeared on Fang Qingyu’s face.
A moment later, he spoke again, still in an even tone:
"Send a false message to the gang. Say that golden Thunder God from the last overpass suddenly came to the nightclub and started a rampage. You can’t get in."
The three listened, stunned.
They asked no more questions and agreed without hesitation.
"Yes!"
Then the three quickly disappeared at the end of the hallway.
Separately executing their tasks.
Only Fang Qingyu and the unconscious Old Qin remained in the corridor.
Fang Qingyu walked to the stairs leading to the first floor of the nightclub, without stopping, and continued downward.
He walked past the empty dance floor, through the front hall.
Finally.
He pushed open the nightclub’s front door, which was somewhat deformed from a collision.
Outside, the streets of the Gray Rock District were still chaotic and noisy.
But the area in front of the nightclub, due to the earlier explosion and the Cyan Dragon Gang’s cleanup, seemed particularly desolate and dead.
The air was stifling, the lead-gray heavy clouds hung low overhead, almost within reach.
With the oppressive feeling of impending rain.
Fang Qingyu stood at the top of the cement steps of the nightclub.
Slightly tilted his head upward.
Looked at the sky, dark like ink.
Then, slowly lifted his right hand, spread his fingers, and gently stroked his face.
Zzzzz—!
Dense golden arcs of electricity spontaneously gathered and converged.
A fierce mask formed purely of golden thunder covered most of his face.
In the eyeholes of the mask.
The molten gold vertical pupils burned coldly.
Next, Fang Qingyu reached out with his left hand and grabbed the air at his side.
Buzz!
The space rippled like water.
The elongated, fierce blade of the Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash appeared out of thin air, gripped firmly by him.
Fang Qingyu reversed his grip and lightly tapped the heavy, cold end of the Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash’s sword handle on the cement step underfoot.
Then.
Fang Qingyu sat right at the central entrance of the nightclub.
Before the looming storm, he sat down slowly.
His back straight as a pine.
Hands overlapped, leaning on the Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash’s sword handle, as if supporting a staff.
His eyes slightly closed.
As if resting.
Or perhaps waiting for something.
Only on his arms, the two phantom dragons encircling Shun’s Dragon Craft were unusually quiet at this moment, slithering slowly along his arms.
They seemed to sense their master’s mood, no longer emitting their low dragon roars.
Silently coiling instead.
Above, the heavy oppressive clouds.
Were slowly converging over the nightclub’s roof.
Deep within the clouds, a rumbling thunder could be faintly heard.
Meanwhile,
Wei Banmeng and the others had started a big procurement.
Time was tight, the three moved almost with the efficiency of robbers, throwing down a pile of gray crystals, emptying all the stock of women’s clothing, be it new or old, from nearby stores.
Stuffing them haphazardly into several giant woven bags.
Soon.
The three carried the bulging giant woven bags.
Rushed back into the desolate nightclub’s second floor through the back door.
The three walked straight to the dark gate.
Soon reaching the first space underground of the staircase.