Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 524 - 253: Reaching the Coastline!
The corridor was bustling with people.
Passengers who just finished dinner or watched the fireworks were returning to their cabins in twos and threes.
Many still had a trace of excitement on their faces, and without exception, they all talked about the miraculous massacre in the Ghost Hunting Ground that afternoon.
"Fifteen! In less than a minute! I nearly popped my eyeballs out!"
"Captain of the Hidden Dragon Plan... truly lives up to the name! Damn fierce!"
"You guys didn’t see the blade! Whoa! It’s like a living dragon! Crunching one by one!"
"I heard Manager Wang’s face turned green at the time! Hahaha!"
"This is a true genius! Compared to Captain Fang, we old guys have lived like dogs these years!"
The buzz of discussions was filled with awe, exclamation, and a hint of self-deprecation.
Among these chatting passengers were some Tier Two Grandmasters with calm auras.
However.
When Fang Qingyu brushed past them, wrapped in the Eternal Night Territory like an invisible ghost.
They were completely unaware.
At most, they felt the air beside them was colder and more stagnant, as if a weak electric current swept over their skin, causing a fleeting numb itch, which they attributed to the ship’s air conditioning or their own illusion.
Eternal Night Territory worked in tandem with the Tier Two suppression of the Realm Patrol.
Unless someone possessed special perception abilities of a Tier Three existence, on this ship, Fang Qingyu’s stealth was nearly flawless.
Fang Qingyu’s gaze pierced through the layers of darkness.
Firmly targeting the gracefully swaying wine-red figure not far ahead.
He Manhe walked slowly, her high heels making dull thuds on the thick carpet.
She seemed quite upset by Fang Qingyu’s undisguised murderous intent and impenetrable demeanor just now.
Fang Qingyu could even "see" the slightly tensed muscles on her neck under her meticulously combed chestnut curls, obviously suppressing her anger.
She didn’t head towards the bar or other public areas to unwind but instead went straight to the depths of the passenger residential area.
Soon, she stopped in front of the door of a deluxe suite marked "B-17".
Swiped the sensor lock, pushed the door open, and the heavy door silently closed behind her.
Isolating the inside from the outside.
Fang Qingyu’s figure appeared like a ghost in the shadowy corner outside the door of A-17.
The Eternal Night Territory silently spread out, swallowing the light in this area, making it even darker.
He made no attempt to unlock the door.
After the Space Origin trait joined with Eternal Night Teleportation, physical barriers were no longer absolute obstacles.
Fang Qingyu patiently waited for about half a minute.
After confirming that temporarily no one was passing through the corridor, and sensing that the adjacent suite A-18 was unoccupied.
Buzz——!
The core of the Eternal Night Territory slightly fluctuated.
Fang Qingyu’s figure merged quietly like ink in water, "seeping" into the door of suite A-18.
The suite was pitch black, empty and silent.
Fang Qingyu didn’t pause.
Eternal Night Teleportation was activated again!
This time, his target was the thick partition wall to A-17.
The viscous darkness enveloped Fang Qingyu like a living creature, silently "flowing" towards the cold alloy wall.
There was no collision, no vibration.
The space rules were temporarily "softened" under the authority of the Eternal Night Territory.
Fang Qingyu’s figure, as if moving through a thick gel, extremely slowly yet exceptionally steadily, "penetrated" from the wall of A-18 into the interior of suite A-17.
The entire process was completely silent, not even disturbing the airflow.
It was as if just a deeper shadow had merged into the existing darkness of the room.
...
A-17 suite, living room.
The lighting was an ambiguous warm yellow.
He Manhe took off her high heels, her bare feet pressing into the soft long-pile carpet.
With her back to the wall where Fang Qingyu had seeped through, she walked to the bar cabinet in the center of the living room and poured herself a glass of amber spirit.
Tilting her head back, she gulped down a large mouthful.
The liquid slid down her throat, causing her to frown slightly, and she exhaled a long breath.
"Ungrateful brat..."
She cursed softly, her voice carrying offended anger, "Doesn’t appreciate kindness..."
Just then.
Knock, knock, knock.
The suite’s door was gently knocked.
The anger on He Manhe’s face instantly vanished, returning to that lazy, controlling demeanor.
"Come in."
Her voice was calm.
The door slid open.
Four figures of varying attire but all with auras reaching Tier Two filed in.
After entering the room, they immediately closed the door with efficient, clean movements, reflecting a well-trained precision.
The four didn’t sit down but proceeded directly to the center of the living room, stopping a few steps away from He Manhe.
Then, in unison, they knelt on one knee, heads slightly bowed, exuding utmost respect.
"Secretary-General!"
The four whispered in unison.
Fang Qingyu hid in the deepest shadow of the corner, the Eternal Night Territory perfectly concealing his aura, heartbeat, and even body temperature.
Like a true ghost.
His cold gaze swept over the four people.
Three men and one woman.
He Manhe held her wine glass, her back to them, gently swirling the ice cubes, producing a crisp clinking sound.
"Speak."
Her voice revealed no emotion.
The one kneeling at the front spoke first, his voice low and hoarse: "Report, Secretary-General, on my side I have currently recruited two veteran Martial Arts Grandmasters. One is Zhou Tai, a Tier Two Peak, with extremely strong frontal assault capabilities through his fist technique. The other is Liu Suifeng, also Tier Two Peak, specializing in pinpoint strikes that break through protective defenses, and extremely fast."
