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Chapter 706 - 297: The Federation!? Not Worth a Damn

The appearance of a hero, Liu San wasn’t clear about it.

Since his twenties, avenging his parents who were forced to death back home.

With his own hands, he snapped the neck of that corrupt official.

He then began his fugitive life.

Like a rat chased by hounds, relying on various shadowy channels, hiding and running, eventually plunging into this Mirage.

The City of Injustice.

Almost twenty years now.

In this twisted rule, darkness-breeding steel sphere, he had seen too many varied people.

There were butchers who took pleasure in killing, with maddening laughter, dismembering their foes.

There were perverts indulging in various extreme desires, acting without principle.

There were sinister and cunning scientists, toying with hearts, viewing others as mere experimental subjects.

And there were all sorts of quirky, inexplicable freaks...

The bottom line of humanity was repeatedly refreshed here.

Except, he’d never seen a hero.

The kind that, in stories, on the Federation’s promotional posters, turns the tide from collapse.

In Liu San’s understanding, those heroes outside the City of Injustice.

Were either beautified lies to pacify, or, like him, pushed to the brink, having no choice but to wield a knife against the weaker or their kind.

The true hero.

Probably only exists in children’s bedtime stories.

Yet at this moment, watching that young figure dragging Zhao Kui, the Blood Wolf Gang leader, walking out step by step from the explosive smoke.

Liu San’s heart... truly had a bit of this feeling.

Just now, the Cyan Dragon Gang’s offensive was almost suppressed by the ferocious counterattack of the Blood Wolf Gang, and those hired ragtag mobs began to shrink back, even Liu San felt despair.

It was Su Yu, this newcomer who had just joined for a day.

When everyone thought he was split in half by Zhao Kui’s desperate strike, he bore it down.

And in an even more domineering way, completely overwhelmed that arrogant Tier Two Middle Realm Grandmaster.

This wasn’t a question of strength.

Liu San had seen many strong people.

In the City of Injustice, genius Martial Saints were as numerous as cattle.

He had also caught glimpses of them from afar.

Their kind of strength was a mountain of fear and reverence.

But at this moment, the feeling Su Yu gave him...

Was different.

That back silhouetted before chaos and defeat, like a shield suddenly raised.

A feeling of someone struggling to survive in the dark mire, suddenly seeing a beam of light, seeing someone able to stand at the forefront, shouldering the collapsing Heaven.

This feeling.

Should be similar to seeing a hero.

Fang Qingyu’s figure wasn’t particularly tall, even somewhat thin.

The white shirt was torn in several places, stained with dust and spots of glaring blood, and a streak of uncleaned blood at the corner of his mouth.

Steady steps, terrifyingly calm eyes.

As if he had just casually discarded a piece of trash.

But it was this calm demeanor.

Instead, there was an aura that made others dare not look directly at him.

"Thud!"

Zhao Kui’s limp body was casually thrown by Su Yu onto the carpet in front of the Blood Wolf Gang members.

A dull sound rang out.

This jolted Liu San awake, bringing him back to his senses in an instant.

He immediately took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, pouring all his strength into his throat.

Following Su Yu’s nonchalant words.

He unleashed the loudest roar of his life:

"Did you hear?! Surrender and you won’t be killed!!!"

This roar, like thunder on a clear day, with post-disaster ecstasy, swept through the entire casino hall instantly.

"Surrender! You can live!!!"

"Put down the weapons!!"

"All of you damn put them down!!"

Chu Kuanglan reacted the fastest, his burly frame whirled around, eyes like bronze bells widened, fan-like large hands waving, and his thunderous voice immediately joined in, urging the Cyan Dragon Gang core members, also shaken by Su Yu at this moment, their blood boiling, to roar in unison.

The immense soundwaves echoed in the vast casino.

The twenty-plus Blood Wolf Gang members turned ashen white.

Looking at the leader Zhao Kui, life or death unknown, on the ground.

Looking at the dense, imposing enemies at the entrance.

Looking again at that young man standing in the forefront, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth, his calm gaze sending chills to their core...

"Thud!"

A knife dropped onto the thick carpet, making a dull sound.

A thin and small Blood Wolf Gang member, hands trembling, was the first to discard his weapon, kneeling to the ground with a thud, clutching his head.

With the first, it was like toppling the first domino.

"Thud... Clang..."

The sound of weapons dropping one after another.

"Don’t kill me."

"I surrender!"

"I’m surrendering too!"

Desperate pleas and surrender instantly replaced the previous ferocity.

The remaining Blood Wolf Gang members, as if their backbones were pulled out, abandoned their weapons one by one, either kneeling or squatting, devoid of any fight.

"Quick! Quickly tie them up! Tie them all up!!"

Liu San’s heart was pounding wildly, adrenaline still surging, his voice accelerated with excitement.

He frantically directed the gang members behind him to step forward and tie people up.

This was his first time commanding such a large-scale surrender scene, his actions seemed a bit clumsy and hectic, his face mixed with ecstatic tension, and an incredible exhilaration.

He almost stumbled and crawled to Fang Qingyu’s side, eyes full of concern and after-fear.

Voice carrying unprecedented respect and urgency: "Brother Yu! How are you? Are your injuries serious?! Let me take a look!"

The title had naturally changed from Brother Su Yu to Brother Yu.

This was not entirely due to the strength disparity, but more due to the intangible oppression and persuasiveness brought on by Su Yu’s final act of dragging Zhao Kui out, that force of turning the tide.