Stronger with More Jobs

Chapter 779: Chapter 314: We Might All Die Here...

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei walked straight over, opened the back door, and sat inside.

A woman was sitting in the driver’s seat.

She appeared to be in her thirties, with an average face that would be hard to remember if lost in a crowd, dressed in a neat gray casual outfit.

The only unusual aspect was her eyes, calm and profound.

This person was Yan Lin.

However, this was clearly yet another new face.

The car started smoothly, merging into the street traffic.

Fang Qingyu’s gaze fell on the rearview mirror where Yan Lin’s ordinary face was reflected.

He spoke with a mild tone, "Is this... your real appearance?"

He had seen Yan Lin’s previous looks, and the face in front of him was clearly another mask.

Yan Lin glanced at Fang Qingyu through the rearview mirror, a playful curve appearing at her mouth, her voice intentionally altered to a slight rasp, "You guess?"

She clearly wasn’t planning to let Fang Qingyu guess long, immediately retracting the teasing tone, her voice turning serious, "Just a joke, only a facade, it doesn’t matter. What matters is what you are about to face."

She paused, her voice carrying a hint of gravity, "The competition is not as simple as you imagine. Don’t underestimate it."

Fang Qingyu leaned back in the rear seat, closing his eyes slightly, feeling the vehicle’s gentle bumping.

He certainly would not be careless.

Since that night when Yan Lin said her combat power could only rank fifth at most.

Furthermore, the Pantheon was lurking in the shadows, glaring like a tiger watching its prey.

Fang Qingyu had completely discarded any underestimation of the City of Injustice’s top fighters.

"I know."

Fang Qingyu spoke calmly.

Moreover, if he truly underestimated them.

He wouldn’t have chosen to fish at the nightclub entrance that day.

Instead, he would have directly charged into Lingxiao Association headquarters with those people.

Jiang Wei beside him also gave a soft "hm," her small face full of seriousness.

However, her participation in the competition was not for that Pure Crystal which could catalyze cultivation.

Jiang Wei had said before that resources like Life Pearl and Meditation Flower were not much use to her.

Therefore, the items like the Pure Crystal catalyst naturally weren’t of much use to her either.

Jiang Wei’s participation this time was purely for Fang Qingyu, hoping to win more Pure Crystals for him.

As for seeking City Lord Da Lei’s help to arrange for Pure Crystals?

Fang Qingyu never thought about it.

After seeing the City Lord turning a blind eye to the gangs’ human trafficking operations.

Fang Qingyu knew that he and this City Lord were ultimately not aligned.

The car raced on the broad road, the scene outside transitioning from the chaos and decay of the Gray Rock District to a more orderly and prosperous state.

Row upon row of shops and well-dressed pedestrians.

Occasionally they saw deep-essenced, hurried Transcendents.

The city center arrived.

The car finally stopped in front of a grand skyscraper.

The entire building was covered in dark glass curtain walls, reflecting a cold glow in the sunlight, with a huge sign at the entrance bearing the words "City of Injustice Extraordinary Management Association" in powerful script.

The three got out of the car.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei’s thoughts moved slightly, masks instantly covering their faces.

Fang Qingyu’s was a fierce Thunder Pattern Mask woven from dense arcs of gold, while Jiang Wei’s was a Pure White Flame Mask as thin as a cicada’s wing, revealing only a pair of clear but non-human crimson eyes.

This level of energy manifestation was commonplace in the City of Injustice and would not cause panic.

Yan Lin was obviously familiar here.

She led the two into a spacious, bright hall paved with polished marble, ignoring the curious or reverent glances around them, heading straight for a counter with a "Tournament Registration" sign.

A middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties, with a kind face, was sitting behind the counter, sorting through files.

"Sister Wang, busy?"

Yan Lin stepped forward, greeting her familiarly, her voice restored to the previous ordinary disguise.

The woman named Sister Wang looked up, seeing Yan Lin, her face immediately breaking into a warm smile, "Oh, it’s little Lin! Long time no see! How come you have time to visit today?"

"Yes, I brought two friends to sign up for the competition."

Yan Lin smiled and pointed to Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei behind her.

Sister Wang’s gaze fell on the two’s distinctive Thunder Pattern Mask and Flame Mask, a faint glimmer of surprise flashing in her eyes.

As the association’s receptionist, she was very well-informed.

Of course, she had heard rumors about the newly rising "Thunder God" and "Bail Huo" in the city.

"Oh? Participating in the competition is great! Welcome, welcome!"

Sister Wang’s smile became warmer, habitually reaching for the registration forms, "Come, fill out your information."

But before she could finish speaking.

Yan Lin already leaned forward slightly, whispering something quietly in her ear.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei only saw Sister Wang’s smile stiffen slightly, her eyes suddenly becoming very solemn, even carrying a hint of inescapable reverence and caution.

She quickly glanced at Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei.

Then nodded vigorously at Yan Lin, repeatedly agreeing, "Sure! Sure! Got it! Rest assured!"

She immediately retracted her hand from the forms, turning to swiftly operate the Crystal Stone control panel in front of her.

Her fingers flying, light curtains flickering.

Throughout the process, she did not mention needing identification or proof of strength.

Less than a minute passed.

"Done!"

Sister Wang smiled almost fawningly, handing over two palm-sized, non-metallic, non-jade black cards.

The cards felt warm to the touch, with the word "Three" engraved on the front.