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Chapter 624 - 277: Good and Evil, Two Sides Forced Apart! (Part 2)

It’s been so many years.

Never seen anyone suddenly grow seven or eight years older.

It’s simply outrageous.

Shikong and Liu Hanyan exchanged a glance and saw deep fear and a tacit understanding not to probe further in each other’s eyes.

This matter involves a true God.

And the secrets of the core members of Fang Qingyu’s squad, which are too sensitive.

As outsiders, the less they know, the better.

"Since the doctor confirmed there’s nothing wrong, we won’t disturb you for now."

Shikong clasped his hands together and slightly nodded at Fang Qingyu, his face gathering itself back to its usual calm, "Captain Fang, if Miss Xiaojiang has any needs, please notify us anytime."

Liu Hanyan nodded as well, and with her sister Liu Qingyan and the other team members, quietly exited the ward.

Soon, only a few people from Fang Qingyu’s squad were left in the ward.

Along with the medical staff who had completed the basic checks and explained the precautions before leaving as well.

Chu Kuanglan scratched his messy hair, looked at Jiang Wei on the hospital bed who seemed a different person, then at Fang Qingyu, and spoke in a muffled voice, breaking the silence: "God Fang, this... Xiaojiang looks way too much like that entity, doesn’t she? Is there... is there going to be trouble down the line?"

His rugged face was written full of worry.

Jiang Wei suddenly becoming so similar to that terrifying God didn’t seem like a good omen at all.

Wei Banmeng cautiously helped the sleeping Jiang Wei change and tucked her in, sitting by the bedside.

Her clear, cold face showed a furrowed brow, and she also looked at Fang Qingyu without speaking, but her eyes reflected the same query and concern as Chu Kuanglan.

Isn’t Xiaojiang’s situation too bizarre, how would the higher-ups see it?

Could there be danger?

Fang Qingyu’s gaze swept over his two teammates and finally settled on Jiang Wei’s sleeping face, which appeared extraordinarily serene and beautiful.

After a few seconds of silence, he slowly shook his head and chuckled softly.

"No problem."

"I’ll talk to the higher-ups. You all don’t worry."

Chu Kuanglan and Wei Banmeng looked at Fang Qingyu, their taut nerves slightly relaxing.

Fang Qingyu had brought Jiang Wei all the way from Qingjian City till now, and naturally had far greater insight into Jiang Wei than others.

Moreover, Jiang Wei being able to pass the Divine Management Bureau’s rigorous scrutiny and join Hidden Dragon, especially the crucial test for Alien God beliefs, itself proved her identity to be innocent, definitely not an Alien God believer.

This was perhaps the only comforting evidence they had at the moment.

"Alright! As long as you’ve got it in hand, God Fang!"

Chu Kuanglan heavily patted Fang Qingyu’s shoulder, "Then I’ll head out first, Old Lu should be waking up soon, I’ll go check. Call us when Xiaojiang wakes up!"

After saying this, he glanced again at Jiang Wei before striding out of the ward.

Wei Banmeng also stood up and said softly to Fang Qingyu, "I’ll be next door, call me if you need anything."

"Okay."

Fang Qingyu nodded.

Once the two had left, the ward returned to quiet.

Fang Qingyu told the nurse stationed at the door to pay close attention and notify him immediately of any abnormalities.

Then, he left the ward again, walked through the corridor still filled with the faint smell of disinfectant, heading towards Hong Qitian’s office.

Knocking twice.

"Enter."

Hong Qitian’s voice comes through.

Upon opening the door, Fang Qingyu is slightly taken aback.

In the office, aside from the elderly man lounging on the sofa sipping tea from a small Yixing teapot, there is another person.

It was the burly man with an aura deep as an abyss whom had stood like a mountain before him on the ice field, forcing back Nvba, dressed in an old-style military uniform.

Martial Venerable Mountain Inscription.

At the moment, Mountain Inscription sat upright opposite Hong Qitian, his back straight as an unsheathed ancient sword.

A cup of tea in front of him seemed barely touched.

Seeing Fang Qingyu enter, his expression showed no change, only slightly nodding to acknowledge him.

His eyes carried a hint of approval.

Hong Qitian raised his eyelids and gestured to the empty sofa nearby, "Have a seat."

Fang Qingyu sat down according to instructions, refraining from speaking, temporarily being a quiet listener.

Mountain Inscription’s voice sounded, the pacing not fast, yet every word was clear.

"...Marshal Hong, it’s been five days since the Mid-Autumn Festival offensive ended, preliminary statistics have come out. The intensity and scale of the Destiny Ghost Army’s attacks have increased by sixty-three point seven percent compared to the same period last year. The surge is primarily concentrated on the Tier Two elite clusters and specific regions’ Tier Three impact waves."

He paused, the lines on his face stretched tighter, a trace of gravity in his eyes.

"The pressure is greatest in the Cold Bone Fjord battlefield direction. The frequency of heavy siege units centered around supermassive Destiny Ghosts has notably risen, though they were jointly repelled, the Garrison Army Seventh Corps suffered significant casualties. The ’Frost Bone Rift’ defense line also faced unprecedented ’Shadow Claw Bat’ group raids, utilizing the rift’s complex terrain and shadow stealth to create substantial trouble for our outposts, resulting in the loss of three forward observation points."

"More troubling is," Mountain Inscription’s voice carried a hint of coldness, "according to fragments of information intercepted by the ’Listening’ team and feedback from frontline units, the tactical coordination of the Destiny Ghost Army has shown a noticeable improvement."

"The coordination between different Destiny Ghosts is no longer as chaotic and disordered as before, beginning to show signs of organized feint attacks, dividing, and encircling to hit support. Although still rough, this trend... is extremely dangerous."

Hong Qitian’s hand holding the teapot paused in mid-air, his cloudy old eyes squinted slightly.

Inside, sharp light flickered, betraying not a shred of the previous lazy roguish air.

After a long silence, he slowly exhaled a murky breath, setting the Yixing teapot heavily onto the tea table with a dull sound of "thud."