Chapter 687: Chapter 292: Pleasantly Surprised, Unexpected!

The older brother’s face slightly cleared, and he nodded: "Hmm. Wait until deep into the night, when they fall asleep, at the moment when their spiritual force field is most relaxed. You will be responsible for launching the main attack on Fang Qingyu’s dreams, creating the scenes he fears the most, continuously applying pressure, and depleting his spirit. I will handle disrupting those core team members around him, keeping them so busy that they can’t support him in either the real or spiritual world. Remember, focus on mental pressure, make him feel despair and helplessness, but never truly damage his core consciousness! Do you understand?"

"Understand, understand!" The younger brother patted his chest in assurance, with an excited smile reappearing on his face, "Brother, just watch! I’ve recently figured out some new tricks, guaranteeing he’ll feel heavenly and hellish in his dreams! Heh heh, I really want to see just how remarkable this legendary Captain Fang truly is, and how long he can hold out..."

Before the word "long" had completely left the younger brother’s mouth...

A long and powerful hand, without any warning, landed silently on the younger brother’s shoulder.

At the same time, another hand also silently landed on the older brother’s shoulder.

A calm voice without any detectable emotion sounded in the ears of the brothers.

"No need to wait till night."

"I’ll send you to... dreamland now."

"!!!"

The brothers’ entire bodies bristled in an instant as the voice rang out.

They swiftly turned their heads.

What met their terrified eyes was Fang Qingyu’s face, close at hand, without any expression.

And those eyes in the dim light.

Shimmering with a cold, melted gold glow.

When did he come over?! They, as Tier Three Apostles, hadn’t sensed a thing?!

"You..." the older brother had just forced out a broken syllable from his throat, attempting to resist.

"Buzz——!!!"

Thick darkness as dense as ink suddenly swelled up like a giant cocoon from beneath Fang Qingyu’s feet, without any warning, devouring the two brothers and Fang Qingyu himself entirely.

The bustling sea wind on the deck, the ship’s whistle, the distant passengers’ laughter...

All sounds vanished without a trace in an instant.

Absolute silence and profound darkness enveloped everything.

In a moment.

Plop! Plop!

Two heavy splashes were particularly clear in the enclosed silence of the Eternal Night Territory.

Two figures traced a parabola.

They landed heavily into the cold, icy Arctic Ice Sea below, churning with fragmented ice.

Fang Qingyu stood by the ship’s railing, expressionlessly watching the waters below rapidly swallowed by the waves, leaving only two tiny ripples on the surface.

He lightly patted his hands.

Perfectly resolved.

From the moment he boarded the ship, stowed his luggage, and stepped out of the suite onto the deck, that already ingrained passive guarding ability, which had saved him countless times on the brink of life and death, kept issuing sharp alerts.

The source of danger came precisely from this seemingly ordinary pair of brothers.

Standing on the deck with Old Qin and others, reuniting and chatting, even when walking toward the cabin appearing unguarded, he had actually already locked onto these two tightly.

Once he heard the other party mention dreaming and punishment, clearly targeting him.

The last trace of doubt in Fang Qingyu’s mind vanished.

Tier Three Apostles, with a clear goal, came with malice.

Who sent them?

The answer was self-evident.

Even though the opponent seemed not to intend to take his life, merely wishing for a minor punishment, being targeted like this made Fang Qingyu extremely displeased.

And Fang Qingyu always believed that the best defense was to strike proactively, nipping threats in the bud.

Therefore, Fang Qingyu asked his teammates to first return to the room.

He then leveraged the Eternal Night Territory, sneaking back silently like the ultimate Shadow Assassin, giving these overconfident brothers a surprise they’ll never forget.

As for whether they could survive after being thrown into the sea?

That depended on their own fate.

Confirming that no one around noticed what had happened in that flash of lightning.

Fang Qingyu had a thought, and the darkness shrouding him swiftly receded like a tide, merging back into the shadow beneath his feet.

The noisy sea wind on the deck instantly returned.

Fang Qingyu adjusted his collar, as if he had just come to the bow for a breeze, turned, and walked steadily towards the cabin.

Back to the top floor’s luxurious suite, which had a spacious meeting room.

Pushing the door open, Su Wanqing was already standing by an impromptu whiteboard, a marker in her hand, explaining something to the people in the room.

Everyone was there, except for Lin Yu’s group, who hadn’t come.

"...Therefore, inside this Mirage, the rules are extremely bizarre and complex, not a monolith. Different areas, affected by its core rules, form utterly different forbidden zones."

Su Wanqing drew large circles on the whiteboard, marking each one.

Chu Kuanglan listened, dumbfounded, unable to resist interjecting: "Damn! How is this like those old era gangster films? Territory divisions, and all different rules? Isn’t this just like gangsters fighting over turf!"

At this moment, Fang Qingyu pushed the door open and walked in.

Hearing Chu Kuanglan’s words and seeing the sketch on the whiteboard drawn by Su Wanqing, Fang Qingyu also showed a look of interest, casually asking, "What gangsters?" 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Su Wanqing, cut off, was not annoyed, using the pen’s tip to tap a region on the whiteboard, continuing her explanation: "Indeed, in some ways, its operational logic is indeed similar to the underground worlds of the old era that maintained order through violence, but more dangerous, and the rules more bizarre and powerful. For instance, here..."

Her pen heavily tapped on an area marked as Abyssal Corner.

"In this area, anyone entering is forbidden from using any form of Qi and Blood Power, Observation Method, or even Martial Technique."

"In other words, when a Martial Artist enters, they become an ordinary person. To establish a foothold here, to fight for resources or territory, they can only rely on the physical body, with the most primitive brawls; whoever is tougher, whoever is harder, can survive and seize the territory. For Divine Cultists, this is almost an absolute forbidden zone."

Then Su Wanqing quickly introduced several areas with special rules.

Each one left everyone furrowing their brows.

It’s not that these rules are harmful to people.

It’s just that the specificity is quite comprehensive.

It’s not a brainless situation where being strong can allow someone to act domineeringly in the City of Injustice.

Finally, she summarized: "To survive in the City of Injustice, you have to use their unique currency, and to get it, there are only two methods: First, trade Life Pearls, Blood Crystals for it. Second, seize territory, managing it ourselves to make money."

Of these two methods, there’s almost no choice.

Although Fang Qingyu and the others have plenty of resources, it’s unlikely they can live there exchanging resources for money daily.

So there’s only one choice...

Seize territory!

Fang Qingyu quietly listened.

His gaze shifted across the names of regions marked with dangerous rules on the whiteboard.

When Su Wanqing finished explaining.

Fang Qingyu’s lips slowly curved up.

Arms folded, leaning against the doorframe, looking at the whiteboard, he softly echoed Chu Kuanglan’s earlier exclamation, but his tone carried a kind of eager excitement:

"Tsk, isn’t this just.... gangsters?"