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Chapter 630 - 278: Required Reading for Tough Guys..._4

His tone was sincere, tinged with admiration.

Fang Qingyu listened to the familiar teasing, shook his head with a helpless smile, "Alright, don’t learn those slick words from Old Chu. Rest well and try to get discharged and return to the team soon."

After saying that, he got up and left the ward.

Time passed quietly, and a few days went by.

In these few days, quite a few changes occurred.

The wounds of Shikong and Liu Hanyan’s team members had basically healed, returning to a lively state.

Their interactions with Fang Qingyu’s team still maintained a kind of subtlety.

But having gone through life and death together, the camaraderie of comrades-in-arms was also genuinely present.

Lu Jiuyuan was also successfully discharged.

Although he still needed to avoid strenuous activities, his daily movements were unhindered.

Chu Kuanglan had been noted by Lu Jiuyuan because of a lousy excuse about his grandmother having his father, so he had been remarkably obedient in front of Lu Jiuyuan these days, even somewhat sycophantic.

Wei Banmeng and his two companions had fully accepted the now-grown Jiang Wei.

The initial unfamiliarity and restraint quickly dissipated in their daily interactions.

Even though Jiang Wei’s appearance and temperament resembled Drought Fiend, her personality retained that purity and restraint, with no air of superiority.

She was striving to adapt to her new body and identity.

Wei Banmeng’s meticulous care and companionship were invaluable; being close in age, they quickly became close friends, often seen conversing in low tones together.

Fang Qingyu was happy to see this development.

After all, humans are social creatures.

With everyone recovered and the Glazed Light City incident completely settled.

The pre-mission task for their Arctic support journey was declared complete.

They officially bid farewell to the temporary ward.

And moved into the exclusive accommodation allocated by the Great Wall Guard Army for the special team.

This was an independent courtyard located in a relatively quiet area of Spine City.

What was rare was that the courtyard had some green plants.

Adding a touch of rare greenery and vitality.

The yard wasn’t big, but it had all necessary amenities.

A two-story small building, the first floor had a spacious living room, dining room, and a well-equipped kitchen.

The second floor had several independent bedrooms and bathrooms.

Chu Kuanglan, carrying his enormous backpack, was the first to enter the yard, looked around, and showed a satisfied expression, gruffly praising, "Hey! Not bad! Much better than I imagined! Before coming, Old Lu scared me, saying we’d have to live in an ice cave on the front lines and gnaw on compressed biscuits. I didn’t expect conditions to be this good, even with a small garden!"

Fang Qingyu, carrying his luggage, followed behind, glanced at him and mercilessly shattered his fantasy, "You’re overthinking. This is just our base camp in ’Spine City.’ Once we are truly on the front line outposts, executing missions deep in the ice fields, enduring the elements will be the norm."

"Here, it’s just a decent place to recharge and prepare between breaks and missions. Cherish it."

The smile on Chu Kuanglan’s face immediately collapsed, "Ah? So it’s like that..."

But he quickly perked up, "That’s still better than nothing! Come on, let’s tidy up! I want to pick a room with a window facing the ’garden’!"

Speaking, he hurriedly rushed into the building.

Jiang Wei and Wei Banmeng exchanged smiles, also carrying their things inside.

Lu Jiuyuan, on the other hand, calmly stayed behind.

Soon, everyone chose their room and settled their few personal belongings.

When the last box was in place, standing in the simple living room, a new feeling arose in all of them.

After the storm and recuperation in Glazed Light City.

They had finally truly taken root at the Arctic Front.

The prelude to their support journey had come to an end, and the first-line combat career of the special team at the Northern Great Wall was now officially unfolding.

In the afternoon, at the Great Wall Guard Army Headquarters.

Abyss Operations Department reporting point.

Led by a stern-looking lieutenant, Fang Qingyu brought his team to rendezvous with the already waiting Shikong’s team and Liu Hanyan’s team there.

All members of the three special teams were now present.

They passed through the heavily guarded command corridors.

And finally arrived at a stout alloy door deep inside, marked with a menacing wolf’s head and crossed sharp blade emblem.

[Abyss Hunting]

Just standing in front of the door, an invisible pressure swept over them.

After all, special teams from previous years had always been employed here.

Meaning, everyone in this department.

Were all geniuses like them, and they started their training even earlier.

The heavy alloy door silently slid open to both sides.

Revealing the inner space.

Before them was an extremely spacious hall with an astonishing ceiling height.

The overall color scheme was cold gray-black.

Inside, there were many operation stations.

Each workstation was occupied by one or two individuals dressed in Abyss Hunting black combat uniforms.

Their expressions were focused, fingers flying over the keyboards.

There didn’t seem to be an idle person in sight.

"Welcome to Abyss Hunting."

The officer’s voice resonated clearly in the hall, "You may have heard, this is the sharpest blade of the Great Wall Defense Line."

He glanced over the three teams: "Every year, the three final slots of the Hidden Dragon Plan are filled with fresh blood from Abyss Hunting. Your performance this year is exceptional, but the procedure remains the same."

Shikong, Liu Hanyan, and others silently nodded.

They had somewhat grasped this through various channels after arriving at the Arctic Front.

Abyss Hunting is the department composed of these top-notch special teams.

"Follow me for basic information input and permission binding."

The officer gestured for them to move towards several vacant workstations on one side of the hall.

Shikong’s team and Liu Hanyan’s team stepped forward as instructed.

However, when it was Fang Qingyu’s team’s turn, the situation changed.

Just as Fang Qingyu was about to lead his team to the workstation.

An officer wearing an Abyss Hunting exclusive black uniform, with a special insignia on his epaulets, swiftly approached and exchanged a few words with the guiding officer.

A subtle hint of surprise flickered in the guiding officer’s eyes.

He then saluted Fang Qingyu:

"Captain Fang Qingyu, please follow me. Captain Shikong, Captain Liu, your teams can continue with the registration."

Both Shikong and Liu Hanyan glanced over.

Chu Kuanglan couldn’t help but mutter in a low voice, "What’s going on?"

"Minister’s directive." The officer in black uniform remained expressionless, his voice steady and unperturbed, "Captain Fang Qingyu and his team members will be personally attended to by the Minister."

Personally attended to by the Minister?

The Minister?

The Minister of Abyss Hunting.

That mythical figure who holds the hilt of this sharpest blade.

Fang Qingyu understood.

The slaying of Jiang Taixuan, Jiang Wei’s mutation, and his dual-system abilities being exposed...

These factors combined indeed didn’t align with the circumstances of special teams just joining.

So he remained calm, nodding to the guiding officer: "Understood, please lead the way."

Fang Qingyu signaled his team to follow.

The group quickly left the registration area, trailing behind Fang Qingyu.

Under the watchful gaze of onlookers, they were led away from the bustling hall, heading into a deeper area.

Through a short and quiet corridor, they arrived at an independent elevator.

"Please."

The officer stepped aside.

The five of them stepped into the elevator.

Once the door closed, the elevator descended smoothly instead of going up.

The interior of the elevator lacked floor display, only a dim blue indicator light flickered.

The descent wasn’t long, after about a dozen seconds, a slight feeling of weightlessness came, and the elevator came to a stop.

The door slid open once more.

The officer in black led them to the end of the corridor to a metal door.

He pressed an inconspicuous intercom next to the door: "Minister, Fang Qingyu’s team has arrived."

From inside the door came an extremely calm, emotionless female voice, a single word: "Enter."

The heavy metal door silently opened inward.

The interior of the room was spacious, yet the decor was extraordinarily simple.

A wide, black desk of unknown material, a few chairs of the same style.

In the corner were a few peculiar cold-resistant green plants.

Adding a touch of life to the cold space.

And at this moment, what drew everyone’s attention was the figure standing in front of the enormous observation window.

She stood with her back to the entrance, her figure tall and well-proportioned.

Not wearing the distinctive black combat uniform of Abyss Hunting, nor any formal military attire.

Just a straightforward, cloud-like soft-textured moon-white robe, the hem draping down, revealing a pair of bare feet.

Those bare feet, spotless and almost transparently white, casually touched the floor.

Her smooth black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, with the tips nearly reaching her waist.

Fang Qingyu looked at this back...

Instinctively spoke up.

"City Lord Jiang!?"