Stronger with More Jobs

Chapter 645 - 282: The Unquenchable Fury...!!!

Beside the resting area of the Black Stone Giant Puppet, is that human sobbing coming from a hidden crack?

No matter how you think about it, this is abnormal.

Fang Qingyu did not hesitate at all; his figure flashed and he arrived at the entrance of the crack.

The Eternal Night Territory silently spread out, swallowing all his aura and light completely, like a stream blending into the shadows, quietly slipping into this narrow passage.

The inside of the passage was even narrower and more rugged than the entrance, the ground slippery and cold, permeated with a mixed scent of mold, blood, and...some kind of excrement.

Fang Qingyu moved swiftly and silently like a ghost without a physical form in the absolute darkness.

The newly fused skill, the Eternal Night Territory, not only perfectly hid him.

It also granted him a clear vision in this darkness as if it were broad daylight.

As he went deeper, the oppressive sobbing became clearer.

No longer singular, but mixed with multiple voices, full of fear and helplessness.

Soon after, a deliberately low, slightly anxious male voice intermittently came through:

"...Damn it! What do we do, boss? The noises outside are not right! The Federation army really is attacking us! Listening to those sounds, those useless Life Ghosts probably can’t hold on! If they win later, they’ll definitely search the camp! If this place is discovered...it’s all over! Why don’t we run while we can?!"

After a brief silence, a more somber, raspy voice sounded.

With suppressed rage and a hint of fear:

"Run? Run what, damn it! If we run now, how do we explain this?! There are thirty-seven of them! Thirty-seven Tier Two! Damn it, even if they bound our entire families together and killed us ten times, it wouldn’t be enough to calm the anger above!"

With these words, the depths of the cave fell into a dead silence.

Only the oppressive sobbing sounded even more piercing.

At this moment, Fang Qingyu had stealthily reached the end of the passage, a natural ice cave artificially widened, approximately the size of half a basketball court, opened before his eyes.

The sight in front made Fang Qingyu’s Golden Pupil suddenly contract.

A chill instantly raced from the spine up to the Celestial Spirit!

In the center of the ice cave, dozens of human figures cowered on the ground.

Each of them was bound by thick shackles emitting faint glimmers, locking ankles and wrists.

Special handcuffs at the wrists clearly suppress abilities, mouths tightly stuffed with filthy cloth.

All they could make were desperate "uh uh" sounds.

Their clothing was mostly tattered, some almost naked, exposing bruised skin covered with frostbite and whipping marks.

Many had vacant and lifeless eyes.

Only a few still retained traces of terror and a faint glimmer of survival.

Amongst them, several women stripped to bare essentials were trembling in the cold cave...

Their eyes filled with utmost humiliation and fear.

Surrounding the captives were a dozen men in assorted attire.

All of them unmistakably above Tier Two.

The two who spoke earlier, one with a knife scar on his face, looking anxious, and the other a lean, snake-eyed middle-aged man, was scanning the hostages and his men with a gloomy expression.

"Boss...but...we can’t just wait here to die, right?"

Another subordinate asked tremblingly.

The lean boss suddenly exhaled a murky breath, his eyes flashing fiercely, and said viciously: "This is it! Leave two to guard the ’cargo’ and the rest follow me to ambush the entrance! If our luck holds, there won’t be many in the search team! Strike them down swiftly! Then..."

His eyes swept across his men.

"Strip their clothes and disguise ourselves!"

"Disguise?"

Scar-face froze, his face turning pale, "Boss...can this really work? We might escape, but...but afterwards? We’ll surely be recognized sooner or later! Then..."

"Then it’s death! I know!"

The boss roared, interrupting, his facial muscles contorted, "But if we’re found here, it’s a sure death path anyway! And faster, uglier too! Out there, there’s at least a sliver of chance! If one survives, it’s better than all of us caught like sitting ducks!"

He surveyed his men, reading the fear and hesitation on their faces, and sternly commanded: "You’re all with your heads strapped at your waistbands, who doesn’t want to live?! We’ll draw lots! Draw the shorter one—it’s fate! Wear the clothes, join us in escaping! Any more hesitation, I’ll kill him myself right now!"

He suddenly drew a long knife, its tip pointing menacingly at the nearest subordinate, brimming with murderous intent.

The threat of death immediately overwhelmed their doubts.

The threatened subordinate and the others trembled, faces even paler, but none dared to resist.

They exchanged glances.

Ultimately, only able to nod silently.

"Alright...alright, listen to the boss...draw lots..."

Scar-face replied in a dry voice.

The cave fell once more into a suffocating silence, only punctuated by heavy breathing and the stifled sobs of the captives.

The boss sheathed his knife, signaling a subordinate to prepare the lot-drawing items...

At this moment...

The edge of the cave, near the shadowed entrance, a patch of darkness that should be void unexpectedly shifted.

"Who?!"

The lean boss reacted astoundingly fast, almost instantly drawing his knife and turning, shouting fiercely.

All the subordinates’ eyes were suddenly glued to that shifting patch of darkness like magnets!