Stronger with More Jobs

Chapter 618 - 275: Him? Just a Bootlicker. (Part 4)

Even if there were.

They wouldn’t be foolish enough to stand in front of Tier Four Jiang Ying.

At this point, the Jiang family’s matters were considered settled.

...

Arctic, Great Wall.

Fang Qingyu’s figure transformed into a streak of dark gold lightning, descending amidst the biting cold wind at the base of the towering, mountain-like wall.

He lifted his head.

Majestic.

That was Fang Qingyu’s most immediate impression.

The wall before him had long surpassed the concept of a "wall."

It resembled more of a massive mountain range forged from steel, stretching between the ice fields and human territory.

Its height was visually estimated to exceed 300 meters, its entire surface a cold and heavy gray-black.

The width of the wall far exceeded imagination, with watchtowers constructed like small fortresses along its edges.

Standing beneath it, a sense of insignificance arose spontaneously.

However, as Fang Qingyu gazed on, he suddenly recalled a scene from an anime...

It inexplicably gave him a feeling of déjà vu from Attack on Titan.

And speaking of which, the Life Ghost outside did indeed have similar giant-like beings.

He had just recently encountered one.

Soon, a military officer wearing the standard-issue dark blue uniform of the Great Wall Border Guard Army approached, exuding a steady aura, and respectfully saluted Fang Qingyu: "Captain Fang, please follow me, Marshal Hong is waiting for you."

Fang Qingyu gathered his Shenxiao power, nodded slightly, and followed the officer through a heavy alloy gate.

Beyond the gate was not the narrow corridor he imagined.

Instead, it was a sudden expanse.

A trace of surprise flashed in Fang Qingyu’s eyes.

Inside the Great Wall, it was brightly lit.

The wide main road was large enough to accommodate the passage of large vehicles, and on both sides were neatly arranged and incredibly sturdy alloy buildings.

On the streets, personnel in various uniforms were moving hurriedly, including fully armed Border Guard Army patrols, technical personnel in engineer uniforms, hasty mercenaries, and supply convoys.

The street sides were lined with various shops.

Weapon workshops, armor shops, potion shops, material recycling centers, and even bars, restaurants, and inns with neon signs.

This wasn’t an interior of a wall at all?

Clearly, it was a war fortress city full of vitality and the scent of gunpowder, integrated into the steel beast.

Quite unexpected for Fang Qingyu.

But it was a lot better than those wasteland-style bases in the Abyss.

There was no filth, disorder, or poor quality, and the order was very stable.

"This place... is ’Spine City.’" The officer leading the way seemed to have noticed Fang Qingyu’s astonishment, introducing it with a hint of pride, "The command center of the Great Wall Defense Line, the logistics heart, and the fortress for frontline soldiers to rest are all here."

Fang Qingyu nodded slightly, feeling shocked.

Embedding a fully functional urban fortress into the Great Wall’s interior, such a grand engineering feat and vision was truly awe-inspiring.

The officer led Fang Qingyu to ride a high-speed elevator, maneuvering up through the maze-like steel structures.

Eventually, they stopped at a relatively quiet area.

At the end of the corridor was an unmarked alloy door.

"Marshal Hong is inside." The officer stopped, saluted, and left.

Fang Qingyu walked to the door and gently knocked.

"Enter."

An old but robust voice, carrying a familiar roguish tone, came from inside the door.

He pushed the door and entered.

The room wasn’t large, arranged so simply it bordered on spartan.

A massive alloy desk, a few chairs, and a bookshelf filled with books and documents, nothing more.

On the wall hung a giant strategic map of the Arctic Front, densely marked with various symbols.

Old Master Hong Qitian was standing with his back to the door, leisurely fiddling with a purple clay teapot in front of an old electromagnetic stove.

Wisps of steam rose, carrying a crisp fragrance of tea.

Upon hearing the door open, he turned around.

Still dressed in that faded training clothes.

A rare smile graced his face as he swiftly scanned Fang Qingyu from head to toe.

"Oh, our hero is back? No limbs missing, not bad." The old man grinned, pointing to the sofa next to him, "Sit."

Fang Qingyu obediently sat down, rolling his eyes at the old man’s words.

Hong Qitian brought over the teapot and filled an equally old porcelain cup in front of Fang Qingyu with clear tea, the amber liquid exuding an enticing aroma.

"Have a cup of tea." He also picked up a cup for himself, relaxed into the sofa, took a sip, and let out a satisfied sigh. "I know you have a lot of questions right now, no rush, ask them slowly."

In the office, the fragrance of tea lingered, the atmosphere seemingly relaxed.

Fang Qingyu picked up the teacup, finding it slightly hot to the touch.

The scorching tea slid down his throat, bringing a hint of heat and a slightly bitter aftertaste, somewhat calming his turbulent thoughts.

He set down the teacup, pondered for a while, and then asked.

"That shadow..."

Fang Qingyu’s voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable focus.

"That thing that stood up from the Life Ghost’s shadow and finally said ’two is clear’..."

"What exactly is it?"

Fang Qingyu had wanted to see its title at the time...

But, the opponent’s head was completely empty.

Upon hearing this, Hong Qitian paused in midair with the teacup in his hand.

His eyes held a hint of... indescribable mockery?

The office was silent for a few seconds.

Only the scent of tea was diffusing.

Then.

Hong Qitian slowly brought the teacup to his mouth, took another sip, and his Adam’s apple moved slightly.

"Oh, him."

"Just a sycophant."

Pff——!!!

Fang Qingyu almost couldn’t suppress himself from spitting out the tea.

Staring blankly at the old man, he said, "What??"

Licking... sycophant?!