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Chapter 662 - 286: That Deeply Rooted Defiant Streak!!

Cold Bone Fjord.

It was one of the areas where Shan Ming reported the greatest pressure and the fiercest battles.

Fang Qingyu heard this, yet his expression remained unchanged, as if he had anticipated this answer.

He looked at Ji Lang, who was slumped on the ground like a spineless creature, and asked the final question that had been lingering in his mind: "Why? Why would your Ji Family, and that Luo Family, choose to do such a thing?"

"With a Tier Four ancestor overseeing things, your family could stand gloriously as a heroic household in the Federation, admired by thousands, with resources and status easily within reach."

"Betraying the Human Race, colluding with Life Ghosts, selling your compatriots, you couldn’t possibly be unaware of the risks! Once exposed, it would be a disaster from which you’d never recover! Why choose this ruinous path?"

Ji Lang was momentarily stunned upon hearing the question.

Then, a bitter smile appeared on his face.

He struggled to lift his head, staring viciously at Fang Qingyu, and rasped:

"Why? Hahaha...A heroic household? Admired by thousands?"

"Captain Fang! The exalted Hidden Dragon Captain! Of course you wouldn’t understand!"

"Do you know the average death rate of our Ji Family members on the Arctic Frontline battlefield?! It’s over five times higher than that of other equivalent units and Martial Artists! Five times!!"

"Do you know what positions we from the Ji Family take?! We are in the Vanguard Suicide Squad with the highest death rate! We undertake the most dangerous deep-penetration tasks! We man outposts most vulnerable to high-tier Life Ghost raids!!"

He grew more agitated as he spoke, as if pouring out all his dissatisfaction and resentment.

"Stuffed with resources? Positions bought with lives?! You ask them!"

He suddenly pointed to the long list that Wei Banmeng was recording, "Which one of the positions on this list wasn’t filled by our Ji Family through the blood of countless clansmen, through paying multiple times more life money and resources than other families?! Do you really think that the Arctic Great Wall is united and of one mind?!"

"Are the others clean? Those sitting safely at the rear, who can decide the fate of those sent to die with just a few words, did they take any less?! Why did you not know about the Ji Family’s affair earlier? Why is it only your newly arrived team that’s investigating?! Have you thought about this, Captain Fang?!"

"Enough!"

Chu Kuanglan, burning with rage upon hearing this, could no longer hold back. He suddenly stepped forward and slapped Ji Lang hard in the face with a gust of wind from his massive palm.

"Smack!"

A crisp slap echoed in the living room.

Ji Lang’s head tilted from the blow, and one side of his face instantly swelled, spitting out two bloody teeth.

"Did you not **bleep** know how many of the names you just read hold important positions on the frontline?! Is this not valuing you?!"

Chu Kuanglan’s voice was like rolling thunder.

"Playing the whore while erecting a monument! Talking about betrayal so pathetically?! Goddamnit!"

Fang Qingyu looked at the fanatical Ji Lang, then at the enraged Chu Kuanglan, and finally at the shocking names and positions on the list. The last bit of curiosity in his eyes vanished, leaving only cold indifference.

He shook his head, unwilling to listen to this twisted justification any further.

He exchanged an exceedingly indifferent look with Chu Kuanglan.

Then turned around, facing the never-dimming lights of Spine City outside the window with his hands behind his back.

Noticing this, Chu Kuanglan grinned wickedly.

He slowly approached Ji Lang, who was lying on the floor, confused from the slap but instantly seized with enormous fear upon seeing Chu Kuanglan’s expression.

"No...No! You promised! You said you’d hand me over to the Federation’s judgment if I confessed honestly! You promised!" Ji Lang shrieked like a dying beast, despairingly looking at Fang Qingyu’s back.

Chu Kuanglan’s large hand clamped around Ji Lang’s neck like a vice, lifting him from the ground as if he were a chick. He leaned towards Ji Lang’s flushed face from suffocation, grinning fiercely, and said word by word:

"Qingzi promised, but I didn’t."

"In your next life, remember to be a person."

Before the words settled.

"Snap!"

The sound of a neck breaking echoed crisply.

Ji Lang’s eyes froze in horror and despair, malice turned to stone as his head tilted at a bizarre angle and his body crumpled like a rag doll, lifeless.

Chu Kuanglan discarded the corpse on the floor like trash, shaking his hand.

The living room was deathly silent, only the crackling of the flames and the faint sound of wind howling outside the window.

Wei Banmeng and the other two looked at Ji Lang’s body without any change in their expressions.

Letting him go was impossible.

From the moment he participated in selling his compatriots, the outcome was already determined.

Now the problem is, clues point to Tier Four Martial Venerable Ji Wuya, involving an unknown "Luo" family.

They might even touch upon higher-level existences...

What to do next?

All eyes were solemnly fixed on the silent figure by the window.

Fang Qingyu.

Fang Qingyu gazed at the street view outside the window.

After a long silence.

He finally spoke, his voice calm without a ripple.

"Wait a little longer."

...

Meanwhile.

Deep within the Great Wall Guard Army Headquarters.

In a simply furnished yet profoundly atmospheric office.

Old Man Hong Qitian sat in front of a wide old-fashioned tea table, attentively performing the intricate steps of making tea with meticulous precision.

Boiling water poured into a purple clay teapot, steam rising, blurring his weathered face.

Across from him sat Jiang Ying, dressed in a simple white robe, feet bare and suspended in the air.