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Chapter 553 - 260: Taotie’s Feast!?

Spread his hands, his tone carried a sense of absurdity:

"This question..."

"I wanted to ask you."

Fang Qingyu stared directly into Jiang Chengyue’s eyes:

"Why did Director Chen Ming of your Jiang Family’s Ministry of Internal Affairs assign us a ’hunt down the traitor Jiang Chengyue’ mission on our first day in Glazed Light City?"

"Why did your Jiang Family place us directly in the core area of the City Lord’s Mansion at the Observatory, rather than at the frontline outpost?"

"Of course."

Fang Qingyu’s voice lowered.

"I’m also curious about what such monstrous things you did to make the entire Jiang Family mobilize over a dozen Tier Two Grandmaster Level elites, willing to secretly move at night, just to eliminate you?"

Boom——!

Fang Qingyu’s words were like a heavyweight bomb thrown into Jiang Chengyue’s heart, already filled with pain and despair.

The body trembled violently again!

Not out of fear, but due to the enormous shock and an... indescribable sense of grief and indignation.

"Hunting, me? A mission?"

He muttered Fang Qingyu’s words to himself.

On that resolute and haggard face, expressions changed intensely in a very short time.

From initial shock and confusion, to disbelief, and then to a great sense of betrayal, manipulated as if in someone’s palm, with immense humiliation and boundless fury!

At last, all emotions condensed into a suppressed to the extreme, bitter laugh that made the heart tremble.

"Heh... hahahaha..."

Jiang Chengyue leaned against the door, slowly sliding down as if the last shred of strength supporting his body had been pulled away.

He lowered his head, painfully burying his hands into his hair, which was full of dust and blood stains.

His shoulders shook violently in silence.

After a few long seconds, he abruptly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes filled with deep sorrow and a nearly hopeless clarity.

He looked at Fang Qingyu, his voice hoarse.

"I’m sorry..."

"It seems... all of this is because of me."

Fang Qingyu did not rush, calmly watching him.

Wei Banmeng and the others also held their breath, looking at the figure shrouded in despair.

Fang Qingyu walked to the wall, dragging over two worn-out metal folding chairs, sitting on one himself, and motioned for Jiang Chengyue to take the other.

"Sit and talk."

He pointed around at the heavy night-like surrounding, as if it could isolate everything.

"Here, you can feel at ease. No one can hear, and no one can pry."

Fang Qingyu’s voice carried a kind of convincing assurance.

Jiang Chengyue looked into the darkness and then at Fang Qingyu’s calm yet profound gaze.

Struggling, supporting the door panel, he stood up without sitting on that chair, instead leaning against the cold metal door, as if only then could he draw a bit of a sense of security.

Took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled.

Only then did he look at Fang Qingyu, his mouth once again pulling into that bitter extreme curve.

"Do you really want to know?"

His gaze swept over Fang Qingyu, over Wei Banmeng and the others, finally pausing briefly on Jiang Wei.

"Once you know, there’s no turning back."

Jiang Chengyue’s voice lowered again.

"You could even be hunted, to the point of... no rest till death."

Fang Qingyu leaned back on the chair, his Melted Gold vertical pupils calm and unruffled.

Casually waved his hand, his tone as flat as discussing the weather:

"Doesn’t matter."

"At worst, we go back to Shangjing."

"Shangjing?!"

As soon as the words "Shangjing" left Fang Qingyu’s mouth.

The sorrowful despair on Jiang Chengyue’s face turned to rigidity.

Then suddenly lifted his head!

Those bloodshot eyes fixated fiercely on Fang Qingyu, pupils first sharply contracting.

Then...

An unbelievable ecstasy flooded in like a bursting dam, instantly washing away all the despair and gloom on his face.

"Is it Hong Qitian the elder?! Did he send you to Glazed Light City?!"

Jiang Chengyue clutched at the last straw, his body slightly leaning forward due to excitement, eyes firmly locked on Fang Qingyu, desperately needing confirmation.

Fang Qingyu saw Jiang Chengyue’s sudden, almost insane joyful reaction, a slight crease appearing on his brow.

Wei Banmeng and the others exchanged bewildered looks, eyes filled with confusion and incomprehension.

The name Hong Qitian, in this far Arctic Front, in the mouth of this desperate traitor, could provoke such a strong reaction?

"Yes."

Fang Qingyu nodded, providing a definite answer, "Elder Hong suggested we come to Glazed Light City."

"Good! Good! Very good!!"

Receiving confirmation, Jiang Chengyue punched his own thigh hard with a "bang" sound!

The joy on his face nearly overflowed, his eyes bursting with an unprecedented brilliance like surviving a desperate situation!

"Perfect timing! Just perfect!! Hahahaha!!"

He couldn’t suppress the low laughter filled with the ecstasy and relief of narrowly escaping death.

This intense contrast left Fang Qingyu and the other four completely dumbfounded.

One moment a traitor being hunted by the whole family, waiting in despair for death, and the next ecstatic over the words "Hong Qitian" and "Shangjing"?

What on earth is going on?!

Jiang Chengyue also noticed the astonishment and deep confusion in their eyes.

He forcibly restrained the joy about to burst from his chest, wiped his face hard to calm himself, though the sparkle of excitement in his eyes was hard to suppress.

He took several deep breaths, his chest heaving violently.

Looking at Fang Qingyu again, his gaze turned incredibly serious, heavy, even with a plea as if entrusting a grave responsibility.

"Captain Fang, everyone..."