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Chapter 652 - 284: True Redemption

A reserved empty room in the hotel.

Closing the door, shutting out the sounds from the outside.

All four pairs of eyes focused on Fang Qingyu.

Chu Kuanglan, the most impatient, couldn’t help but ask, "God Fang, how is it? Did you get those bastards to talk? Who’s behind it?"

Fang Qingyu pulled up a chair and sat down, his brow furrowed, not answering directly but instead looking at Wei Banmeng, asking, "Do you know the Ji Family?"

"The Ji Family?"

Everyone was taken aback.

The surname isn’t particularly rare in the Federation.

Wei Banmeng pondered for a moment, her eyebrows slightly knitted, "Are you referring to the Ji Family in Lingqiu City, an ancient family of Divine Cultists?"

"I’ve heard they had someone above Tier Four in their ancestry but they are extremely low-key, hardly ever venturing outside, and it’s been peaceful over in Lingqiu City."

Fang Qingyu shook his head slowly, "Not a Divine Cultist family. It’s a Martial Arts family."

"A Martial Arts family?"

This put everyone in a dilemma.

The Federation is vast, and there are numerous branches of the Ji Martial Arts families, as many as there are stars in the sky, chasing them without more specific guidance would be like finding a needle in a haystack.

Lu Jiuyuan, the most meticulous in thinking, caught the key from Fang Qingyu’s expression and timing of the question, and asked gravely, "Captain, do you mean that the Ji Family is the force behind those traffickers? Are they Martial Artists?"

A cold gleam flashed in Fang Qingyu’s eyes, he nodded heavily, "Yes. The kidnappers had contact with several core figures, all with code names, but without exception, they are all Martial Artists! And..."

He paused, his tone carried a cold certainty, "Not ordinary Martial Artists. There is one extremely distinct trait that left an indelible impression on the kidnappers."

"Speed!"

Wei Banmeng almost blurted out, her usually cold face suddenly showing a look of realization.

"Exactly! Speed!"

Fang Qingyu’s voice was firm and resolute.

"Speed far surpassing the same tier, even preventing Tier Two desperados like them from reacting, this is not the kind of speed that could be cultivated by a normal branch of a Divine Chosen family! It’s from a Martial Arts family with special inheritance focused on speed!"

With these words, the room’s atmosphere instantly became as heavy as iron!

All the clues perfectly aligned at this moment.

During their mission, when Lin Yu’s group was ambushed, the opponent displayed this kind of crushing, terrifying speed.

This was not a power that could be possessed by loose rabble.

There must be a powerful force with unique Martial Arts heritage supporting them.

"Damn it! A nest of beasts indeed!"

Chu Kuanglan, filled with rage, punched the wall, making a dull sound, his eyes burning with anger, "What about those bastards now? Captain, did you..."

He didn’t finish, but the meaning was clear.

Fang Qingyu looked at him, his expression unchanged, his voice calm as though stating something insignificant, "Killed them. After confirming that the information they gave was completely true."

Although Fang Qingyu didn’t describe the process, the underlying chill in his calm words allowed the four present to imagine the terrifying ordeal those dozen scum faced before they died.

Chu Kuanglan felt a surge of fury finally vented, spat fiercely, "They got off easy! They should have tasted what it’s like to be shipped as goods!"

Fang Qingyu stood up, looking over his four teammates, focusing on Wei Banmeng, "Start investigating immediately. Sift through the Federation for Martial Ji Families that fit these characteristics, possess unique speed-focused heritage, may be involved in Arctic Front affairs, and might operate in a covert or even domineering manner. Once narrowed down, focus on investigating people from the Arctic Front but don’t rule out any possibilities! Notify me with any leads immediately."

"Understood!"

Wei Banmeng and the other two responded in unison.

Finally, Fang Qingyu looked at Jiang Wei, "Xiaojiang, come with me. Let’s check on everyone."

...

Inside the hotel’s largest suite.

The atmosphere was oppressive and heavy.

Dozens of people, either sitting or standing, crowded the living room.

The heat was turned up high, yet many instinctively clung to their thin clothes as if still in the cold cave of the Ice Valley.

Silence hung over everyone like a massive stone.

Humiliation, fear, anger, confusion...

Various emotions intertwined.

The door was gently pushed open, Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei entered.

All eyes immediately focused on them, carrying complex anticipation, scrutiny, and a hint of undetectable dependency.

Fang Qingyu walked to the center of the living room, scanning each face that had endured so much.

Without any unnecessary pleasantries.

He directly took out his phone and connected it to the room’s projection equipment.

"They’re dead."

Fang Qingyu’s voice wasn’t loud but clearly reached every ear.

The projection lit up.

In the footage, there were those dozen kidnappers.

Their eyes were hollow, like puppets on strings, controlled by an invisible force, picking up knives from the ground, even using their own fingers...

The movements were rigid yet precise, bit by bit, piece by piece...

The scene was extremely cruel and gory, sickening.

It was pain and fear beyond physical limits.

Clearly displayed on their twisted, deformed faces, even without sound, you could feel the silent extreme wails.

A deadly silence filled the suite.

Some covered their mouths tightly, their bodies trembling violently.

Some stared, tears silently streaming down.

And some fixed their gaze on the screen, jaws clenched, eyes exploding with deep-seated hatred and a glimmer of satisfaction...

Lin Yu looked at the screen, at that gaunt leader finally turned into a blob of indistinct flesh, their body finally relaxed, leaning on the wall, head tilted back, biting their lip hard.