Chapter 550: A Single Spark Can Start a Prairie Fire

Chapter 550 -369: A Single Spark Can Start a Prairie Fire

The entire underground space fell silent, the only sound being the quickened breaths of the crowd.

Wu Liangchen fell silent for a moment before extending his hand to the man before him, the one who called himself Old Ghost.

“A pleasure to work with you.”

Old Ghost was momentarily taken aback, then a brilliant smile blossomed on his aged face as he firmly gripped Wu Liangchen’s hand.

“A pleasure to work with you!”

The next moment, a wave of irrepressible cheers erupted throughout the small underground hideout!

Uncontrollable excitement was written on every face.

At this moment, the faint spark of Starfire finally had the power to become a raging inferno.

The finer details of their collaboration were quickly settled. Old Ghost was a man of swift and decisive action; the moment Wu Liangchen agreed, the entire Starfire Organization began to move like a well-oiled machine. They lacked advanced equipment and heavy firepower, but they possessed an intimate knowledge of the city’s hidden veins.

Overnight, new whispers began to circulate quietly through the districts of Zhongjing suffering from water and power cuts, areas already rife with complaints. The talk was no longer just about the trouble Wu Liangchen had caused; instead, the blame was being aimed squarely at the tyranny of the Dome Group and the Alliance Government.

“Why should we ordinary folk have to suffer just because Hero Wu is fighting back against them?”

“Exactly! When have those high-and-mighty lords from the Dome Group ever treated us like human beings? And now they’re taking away our basic necessities!”

“It’s because they’re guilty! They’re afraid! Afraid that Hero Wu will expose all of their crimes!”

These faint voices converged, eventually forming an undercurrent that could not be ignored.

The members of the Starfire Organization, like blood flowing through the city’s capillaries, delivered this information with precision to every corner where it was needed.

They were familiar with the shopkeepers who dared not voice their anger, knew who had suffered injustice, and understood how to use the simplest words to ignite the primal rage in people’s hearts.

And while the Starfire Organization’s propaganda war was in full swing, Wu Liangchen was enjoying a long-awaited moment of peace in the secret base, hidden beneath a derelict industrial district.

Warm water sprayed from the crude showerhead, washing away not just the grime, but also the exhaustion that clung to him.

For the first time in a long while, Wu Liangchen felt his tightly wound nerves begin to loosen.

He finished his shower, changed into a set of clean clothes, and stepped out of the bathroom.

The room was dimly lit, with only an old table lamp casting an orange halo. And there, sitting quietly by the simple bed with its clean sheets, was a figure.

It was Chi Lian.

She had exchanged her flamboyant black leather jacket and pants for a dark red, silk nightdress. It was very short, barely reaching the tops of her thighs.

The straps hung loosely on her shoulders, revealing expanses of pale skin and her delicate collarbones. Her fiery red hair seemed damp, clinging softly to her cheeks. It lacked its usual defiant edge, replaced by a languid, sultry charm.

She didn’t look at Wu Liangchen, instead keeping her head down and toying with her fingernails. Most of her heavy, smoky makeup was gone, revealing a pale, bare face. In the dim light, her nose stud still gleamed.

A faint, sweet scent of perfume hung in the air—intimate and subtle.

Wu Liangchen faltered for a half-step, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.

Just then, Chi Lian looked up. Her gaze fell upon the chiseled contours of Wu Liangchen’s physique, and she chuckled.

“Old Ghost sent me to see if you needed anything. And I thought… even a hero needs to unwind, right?”