Chapter 12

Leaving the incineration plant, even the bicycle wheels seemed to drift, reflecting Feng Mu's current mood.

Along the way, Feng Mu deliberately stopped twice; he shoved his hands into his pockets, gripping that cold, irregular texture, and only then did the illusory dialogue boxes in his eyes seem to regain a sense of reality.

Feng Mu rubbed his eye sockets, muttering: "Yin Sha Nine Nether E Corpse Resentment Iron, is this really something this world can possess? Could the system not have made a mistake~"

"The game I play is also integrated into the world background; something this ridiculous shouldn't appear, just the name sounds incredibly xuanhuan."

"Is it a system upgrade patch? Then this patch violates the material background a bit, doesn't it? It completely disregards the basic law."

"But, if there's no mistake, then if I swallow the Yin Sha Nine Nether E Corpse Resentment Iron, the trait the Iron Eater extracts from it would be……"

Feng Mu couldn't imagine it at all, but he was absolutely certain that the trait extracted from it would definitely be a little bit more awesome than what's extracted from 【Ordinary Pig Iron】.

Although, right now he hasn't even obtained the one from 【Ordinary Pig Iron】 yet.

【Special Metal Detected — Fragment of Yin Sha Nine Nether E Corpse Resentment Iron.】

【Edible: Yes!】

【Current Consumption Slot — Pig Iron, No Vacant Consumption Slot.】

【Prompt: If consuming New Iron, please first remove the occupied consumption slot and reset consumption progress.】

【Remove and Reset?】

Focusing his line of sight on the prompt box, after a long time, Feng Mu closed his eyes and answered in his heart: "No!"

Really want to eat.

Really want to swap.

But,

Can't.

Only have one piece of Yin Sha Nine Nether E Corpse… cough, when in Rome do as the Romans, for now let's just use "Black Core" as the name.

One Black Core, it's not filling; at least need to gather… a sackful first?

Thinking like this, the burning heat in his heart gradually cooled; after all, according to Wang Jian, the E Corpse drop rate is around 10%, so to gather a sackful he'd have to open at least a thousand corpses no matter what.

Unknowingly, the terrifying rotting E Corpses had all turned into golden blind boxes in Feng Mu's heart.

"In any case, I have to take this incinerator job." He pondered.

"Xiao Hang could never kill someone and flee."

Under the dim yellow light, the glass eyeball reflected a gloomy coldness; Zheng Si tore open his collar, like a vengeful starving wolf, his voice deep and hoarse.

In the cleared bar, groups of burly toughs stood scattered, all with heads lowered, silent.

"Xiao Hang has always been obedient; he used to tell me whenever he killed someone, he wouldn't let me worry."

Zheng Si spoke to himself, suddenly standing up and kicking over the tea table.

He abruptly grabbed the collar of the underling next to him, asking fiercely: "You tell me, why didn't Xiao Hang tell me this time? Where is he hiding? Has he also started rebelling and disobeying Dad like the other kids?"

The underling's face turned pale; meeting that sinister pale eyeball, his teeth chattered: "No, Young Master he didn't disobey you, Boss; he might be, he might be……"

Zheng Si pressed his face close: "What is it?"

The underling steeled himself and answered: "Young Master most likely met with foul play!"

The words spat from his throat choked into blood; scalding blood sprayed onto Zheng Si's face, dyeing his features even more manic.

Ma Bin walked in from outside, his eyelids drooping as he scanned the floor; the corpse with its torn throat twitched, leaking air.

He frowned, and coldly told the henchmen frozen stiff on the side: "What are you spacing out for? Still not cleaning up?"

Zheng Si looked at Ma Bin, took the white handkerchief the latter handed over, his anger subsiding slightly: "How's the investigation."

Ma Bin took out his phone, opened an email containing several photos of the crime scene.

He swiped through the photos with one hand while coldly laughing: "Those constables didn't tell the truth; the crime scene didn't just have a female corpse, there was also an altar carved on the ground."

Zheng Si's face darkened: "Curse of the Evil Sacrifice?!!"

Ma Bin replied in a deep voice: "Mm, I sent people to watch the school gate and monitor; discovered the Patrol Bureau used sacks to haul a cartload of stones out — they must've smashed the altar and transported it to the incineration plant for burning."

Zheng Si stared wide-eyed; after a long time, his eye sockets turned wet and red: "Xiao Hang alive not seen, dead no body; what do you think?"

Ma Bin was silent for a moment, then said gravely: "Young Master would never act stupidly; so, Young Master is most likely gone; we must avenge him."

The atmosphere in the air was oppressive to the extreme; the few underlings mopping the floor all froze in their movements, cold sweat soaking their foreheads.

After a long while, Zheng Si grinned, as if wanting to gnaw on Ma Bin's neck, grinding his teeth: "How to avenge."

Ma Bin lowered his head, used a finger to adjust his glasses frame, and calmly answered: "Find the killer, kill his whole family to accompany Young Master below."

Zheng Si: "Can we find him?"

Ma Bin answered: "Since the crime location was the school warehouse, the killer is most likely hiding among the students or teachers of No. 47 Middle School; give me 1 month, I'll drag the person out."

Zheng Si's eyes bulged bloodshot, his voice like an ice knife: "Two weeks."

Ma Bin's face showed some difficulty, but in the end he gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Fine, but everyone in the gang must follow my arrangements; Boss, you can't interfere."

Zheng Si agreed; his burly frame hunched slightly as he slowly walked toward the room at the end of the corridor; passing underlings all stood motionless with heads lowered, staring at the floor.

"Send that mother-daughter pair to reunite, go down together to serve Xiao Hang."

The cold voice echoed in the corridor, making every henchman who heard it feel their bones chill.

Ma Bin bent down to pick up the blood-stained white handkerchief fallen on the ground, folded it neatly and tucked it back into his upper pocket, half-bowing as he replied: "Understood."

Finished speaking, he straightened up, glanced at the closed door at the corridor's end, turned around and beckoned a few henchmen, instructing in a warm voice: "The people are at No. 4 Hospital; go handle it."

"Yes." The henchmen answered in unison.

Ma Bin added: "Right, on the way bring Niu Tong's family to the gang to be taken care of; he bled for the gang, we can't shortchange his family."

The henchmen sucked in a cold breath, hearts trembling, answering in unison: "Yes, Bin Ge."

PS: Niu Tong is the extra who had his arm broken this morning and was arrested into the Patrol Bureau.

Go home—Father Feng Ju was back today.

"Why are you back so late?" Feng Ju sat on the sofa, frowning at his son, his tone habitually carrying a note of interrogation.

Feng Mu changed into slippers, walked over and sat in the corner of the sofa, turning to Feng Ju and said: "I went to the Incineration Plant; a classmate introduced me to a job."

"A job—didn't I say I'd arrange something for you?" Feng Ju was stunned for a moment, then seemed to respond to something, and added, "Has the School been taken care of?"

Abandoning the exam, dropping out—what's there to take care of?

Feng Mu secretly laughed in his heart; the original body's father was truly both strict and hypocritical.

Feng Mu took out a thin, crumpled graduation certificate from his pocket and threw it onto the table.

This thing had no social value other than as a memento, but Feng Mu still brought it back, precisely to prove to Feng Ju that he had truly given up on the College Entrance Exam and would no longer waste the family's money.

Feng Ju picked it up, glanced at it, then casually put it down; he was fairly satisfied that his son had cut off his unrealistic notions.

His expression eased slightly, and he said: "Forget the Incineration Plant; stay at home for now, and I'll arrange for you to work on a Street under the Patrol Bureau later..."

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