Stronger with More Jobs

Chapter 710 - 298: Overpass, Rainy Day, Maybach...

"Celestial Punishment Association!?"

Upon hearing this name, the originally calm face of Su Wanqing instantly became serious, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Everyone immediately focused their inquisitive gazes on her.

As the person who knew the most about the City of Injustice within the team, her reaction itself conveyed important information.

Facing everyone’s gaze, Su Wanqing took a gentle breath and explained clearly, "The power dynamics in the City of Injustice change very rapidly, with old influences fading and new ones rising almost every month. In the past, I’ve come here once or twice a year on behalf of my family to acquire materials. Each time I came, the overlord of the central part of the city frequently had a new face."

She paused for a moment, "But no matter how things change, there are always a few names that remain. The Celestial Punishment Association... is one of them, and it’s very tricky."

"Tricky?" Qin Hui sharply caught this word and pressed for more, "In what way is it tricky?"

Su Wanqing shook her head slightly, showing a hint of helplessness on her face, "I can’t say exactly how strong they are."

"Because they are very mysterious and very exclusive. In the past, when I came here, I focused mainly on finding and purchasing specific materials, dealing with large trading companies and material suppliers. I had almost no business contact with the Celestial Punishment Association."

She tried hard to recall, "All I know is that the Celestial Punishment Association’s territory seems to always be in the core area of the Inner City. They seldom expand outward, yet no force has ever dared to provoke them."

"They are like fierce beasts at the top of the food chain, indifferent to the struggles of other gangs. But once someone steps into their territory or touches their interests, the consequences are said to be extremely dire."

"As for what that female guest said, that the newly arrived strongest Apostle of the Bauhinia Association was easily suppressed by the Celestial Punishment Association..."

Su Wanqing’s face also showed a solemn expression, "If this news is true, then the depth and strength of the Celestial Punishment Association might far exceed what we previously imagined."

The living room fell silent as everyone absorbed this explosive information.

A Celestial Punishment Association with unfathomable strength.

Instantly became a looming shadow over the collapse of the Bauhinia Association.

And became the core target of their investigation.

Fang Qingyu tapped his fingers lightly on the rough wooden table, breaking the silence, "It’s okay, at least we are no longer blindly groping in the dark."

He then looked around, scanning each face, "In the coming period, we need to get moving. What exactly happened internally in the Bauhinia Association? What’s the root cause of the City of Injustice’s upheaval? What kind of power is this Celestial Punishment about? We need to investigate all three lines."

"The reward for last night’s mission should be handed out soon. Once we get the money, we’ll split into groups, two people per group, with the goal of gathering as much information as possible in these three areas."

"Remember, safety first! If you discover anything, communicate immediately, and don’t act on your own."

"Understood!" everyone responded in unison.

"Additionally," Fang Qingyu added, "Nominally, we are still with the Cyan Dragon Gang. If there are tasks here, we can’t completely ignore them, at least not until the casino is fully open. We must keep up appearances."

"Yes!"

With the plans deployed, everyone got up and left the cramped dormitory.

Pushing open the creaky wooden door, the morning air filled with a chill rushed in.

The abandoned warehouse across the street, temporarily requisitioned as a new casino, was now bustling with activity.

Several high-powered searchlights illuminated the warehouse as bright as day.

"Move it! Take it easy! Handle that slot machine with care! If you chip the paint, I’ll dock your pay!"

"Over here! Put the safe in the corner! Cover it with a tarp first!"

"Quickly now! We must clear the venue today!"

Liu San’s hoarse voice echoed at the warehouse entrance, like a tireless worker ant, weaving in and out among the mountains of gambling tables, machines, and sundries, directing dozens of Cyan Dragon Gang members and temporarily hired laborers.

Sweat soaked through the back of his faded work overalls, but his face was beaming with a near manic drive.

As if each piece of loot brought in.

Was painting a gleaming future for him.

Seeing Fang Qingyu and the others coming out, Liu San spared a moment to wave over, flashing a weary yet sincere smile in greeting, before plunging back into the hectic transporting and directing.

Dust flew at the warehouse entrance, and shouts kept ringing out.

Fang Qingyu withdrew his gaze, whispered, "Let’s go, as planned, two-people teams, start patrolling. Familiarize yourselves with the surroundings, and be aware of any movements."

The team quickly dispersed.

Each forming two-person teams, they began their patrols.

Time passed in the monotonous routine of patrolling.

By dusk, the setting sun cast a dull golden edge over the outline of Gray Rock District.

The patrols concluded, and everyone gradually returned to the self-built house serving as their dormitory.

The living room was filled with the smell of cheap takeout.

Just as everyone sat around the shabby wooden table ready to eat, Liu San burst through the door like a whirlwind.

His face and hair still dusted from the warehouse, his work clothes stained with sweat, clearly just down from the frontline of his bustling new venture.

"Hey, everybody’s here! Just in time!"

Liu San’s eyes lit up, his face bursting into a friendly grin as he greeted them while striding over to the makeshift insulated barrel in the corner, grabbing an empty meal box and deftly serving himself food, muttering, "I’m starving to death; worked all day and barely had time to drink water."

Sitting down with a heaping meal box, he began eating hastily, unable to care about the heat. After gulping down a few bites, he seemed to remember something important, quickly put down his chopsticks, wiped his greasy hands on his trousers, then pulled out a thick stack of Gray Crystal Paper Currency from the bulging pocket of his work pants.