Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 422 - 226: When the Dust Settles, Choosing the Garrison Area

Chapter 422: Chapter 226: When the Dust Settles, Choosing the Garrison Area

Just as Fang Qingyu was finishing a set of explosive power training, sweat sliding down his bronzed muscular lines.

The phone placed at the side of the field rang with a video call request.

Fang Qingyu picked it up and saw the caller ID... Qin Hui.

He was slightly stunned but connected the video call.

"Qingzi! Awesome!!!"

As soon as the call connected, Haozi’s booming voice exploded first, filled with excitement and exhilaration.

Several familiar faces crowded the screen.

Qin Hui, Haozi, Old Qiao, Lv Chen, with the background being the sofa in the rest area of the 28th floor of the Divine Management Bureau.

Everyone’s face was filled with genuine joy and pride, their eyes shining brightly.

Fang Qingyu paused his sweat-wiping motion, a rare, heartfelt warm smile appearing on his face: "How did you guys know?" 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

From the end of the match until now, it has only been two hours at most.

"Hey! Lin Team told us!" Qin Hui chimed in, speaking as a representative with a tone steady yet joyful, "We knew you wouldn’t brag about this yourself! Such great news, if you don’t say it, wouldn’t we still call to congratulate ourselves?"

"Congratulations, Qingzi!"

Old Qiao and Lv Chen also shouted with smiles.

Listening to these long-missed familiar voices, warmth surged in Fang Qingyu’s heart.

Looking at the excited faces on the screen, he just smiled and shook his head: "Nothing to boast about, just a match."

In his mind, this was merely a necessary step on the path to becoming stronger.

It wasn’t anything significant.

"To you, it’s a match, to us, it’s big news!" Haozi yelled, "One punch, one Grandmaster, Qingzi! Damn satisfying! You should have seen Lin Team’s expression when he told us, tsk tsk..."

Everyone burst into laughter.

After the laughter, Qin Hui’s expression slightly changed, he lowered his voice a bit: "By the way, Qingzi, there’s something... Lin Team asked me to check by the way."

"Hm?" Fang Qingyu signaled for him to speak.

"It’s about... this Ghost Festival," Qin Hui looked into Fang Qingyu’s eyes through the screen, with a hint of inquiry and anticipation, "Will you be leading your special task force back to garrison our Anjiang Province?"

Fang Qingyu slightly tightened his grip on the communicator.

Return to Anjiang Province... to garrison Qingjian City?

This thought instantly surged in his mind.

On the other end of the communicator, Qin Hui’s voice continued: "Lin Team means, every year our Anjiang Province faces considerable pressure during the Ghost Festival, especially with several high-risk points around Qingjian. If you could lead the team back, it would be like a Stabilizing Needle! It would give the brothers more confidence... Of course, this depends on your squad’s task arrangements..."

Fang Qingyu was silent for a few seconds, not answering immediately.

He understood Lin Kang and Qin Hui’s anticipation.

But the special task force, from the name and the few words revealed by Old Hong before, seemed more like a strategic rapid response force, rushing to wherever a major danger arose.

Stationing in a specific area?

This wasn’t something he could decide.

"Let’s see," Fang Qingyu finally spoke, his tone calm yet with a hint of uncertainty, "I’m not yet clear on the mission mode of the special task force. If we can choose the garrison area, naturally I’d hope to return to Anjiang Province."

On the other end of the screen, Qin Hui, Haozi, and the others smiled, full of understanding and gratification hearing this.

"Understood! Qingzi! Just those words from you are enough!" Qin Hui nodded forcefully, "Whether you can return or not, the brothers all know your intention! You carry on with your work, once the Ghost Festival arrangement is settled, remember to let us know!"

"Alright." Fang Qingyu agreed.

After exchanging a few more casual words and mutual well-wishes, the video call ended.

Fang Qingyu, holding the slightly warm communicator, stood still.

Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the swirling thoughts.

It’s too soon to think about these things now; everything will be revealed three days later at the top of Hidden Dragon Mansion.

Time swiftly passed by.

Three days later, in the early morning, Fang Qingyu and his team of five appeared punctually at the top of Hidden Dragon Mansion.

Contrary to what might be expected, this wasn’t a luxurious conference room, but more like a highly secure combat command center.

Outside the massive floor-to-ceiling windows was the bustling skyline of Shangjing, while the interior was filled with a cold, hard metallic texture, a huge holographic projection screen occupying one wall, currently displaying the Federation map.

The air was filled with an atmosphere of efficiency and military seriousness.

When they arrived, Liu Hanyan and the squad led by Shikong were already there.

Nearby Liu Hanyan, besides a few women each with unique temperaments, Fang Qingyu noticed a girl who bore a seven or eight points resemblance to her, but with a more lively and spirited demeanor, the very Liu Qingyan he’d seen before at Tomorrow Mountain.

Seeing Fang Qingyu, Liu Hanyan gazed with complex emotions—reverence and a subtle trace of fighting spirit, she nodded slightly in greeting.

Liu Qingyan looked at Fang Qingyu curiously, her eyes sparkling.

By Shikong’s side were four Martial Artists with equally vigorous Qi Blood and robust Physique, one of whom Fang Qingyu had seen on the Celestial Stage.

Shikong clasped his hands together, declaring a Buddhist name to Fang Qingyu, with a solemn expression, deep respect for the strong in his gaze.

The three teams, fifteen people, representing the top-tier combat power of the Hidden Dragon Plan and the Federation’s younger generation, were gathered here.

Without much small talk, everyone followed guidance and took their seats on the cold alloy chairs.

The meeting room door slid open silently, and an officer wearing a neatly pressed Federation General’s uniform, shoulder insignia shining, with a presence solid and deep like an abyss, strode in.

With a stalwart face, his strides carried the unique crispness and lethal air of a military journey.