Chapter 36: I Am the Real Culprit, Wanting Two Shares of the Fee Is Perfectly Reasonable, Right?

Just as Er Mao had tried to exert psychological pressure on him — though it was useless — Feng Mu now intended to return the favor in full.

It wasn't pettiness; he just wanted to provoke Huang Mao a bit more.

Testing moves, after all, requires a decent opponent for the effect to be strong and the experience points to be sufficient.

Crippling Hong Mao with a single finger, Feng Mu focused entirely on Huang Mao, feeling he had the situation well in hand, and couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed.

The pressure Huang Mao gave him was far less than half of what Zhang Tong had given that night; it wasn't that Huang Mao was too weak, but rather...

"Crane Claw Technique has ample power, and I made no mistakes today; not retreating a single step, my strikes were fierce and vicious enough — I am far more overbearing than that night!"

Feng Mu gained insight in battle, and because of that insight fought even more ferociously.

A chill rose in Huang Mao's heart; his single remaining eye stared fixedly, the other eye socket torn open in a hideous gash, half a shattered eyeball sunken in the bone.

Was it that he hadn't fought fiercely enough?

No, he had fought fiercely enough, his ferocity roused by a cornered beast's desperation, but in the end he was no match for Feng Mu's ferocity.

But,

It was absolutely not because he was cowardly, but because...

Huang Mao gritted his teeth and took a claw from Feng Mu head-on; a large chunk of flesh was instantly gouged from his stomach, his foul-smelling intestines threatening to spill out.

At this cost, Huang Mao unleashed his short blade technique, stabbing three times in an instant within a square inch, aiming respectively at the latter's groin, navel, and chest.

Then, the first stab was knocked aside by a raised leg and knee strike, leaving a bloody gash on the latter's knee but not even breaking bone.

Next, the second stab was flicked away by a finger hook, the blade shaving off a layer of flesh from the other's index finger; however, the exposed-bone finger hook bit back even more viciously — truly a living ghost.

Finally, the third stab at last met no obstruction and plunged in, yet it felt like stabbing into a layer of iron shell; metal sparks actually scraped out from beneath the torn flesh.

What could Huang Mao do? Trading injury for injury, he got real wounds while the other got fake ones; he was drenched in blood while the other was lively as a dragon and tiger with a face full of dissatisfaction.

How the hell could this fight continue? Huang Mao was in despair too.

Is it a matter of ferocity? The other is relying on high defense and thick health to tank it; he can stand his ground, but does he dare to?

Feng Mu didn't see it that way; he completely felt he had grasped the profound mystery of battle — as long as he didn't retreat a step, and pressed forward with sufficiently fierce and risky basic attacks, the one retreating would be the other person.

"The meaning of 'risky' is: as long as I'm fierce enough, the risk is all the other person's!"

The more Feng Mu fought, the brighter his eyes grew; the more he fought, the more fired up he got; the more he fought, the firmer his conviction became — he felt his combat experience skyrocketing like a rocket.

"Don't stop, don't retreat, come on."

"Retreat is death; only by charging up and killing me can you live; the more critical your health, the more you must stake your life on a counter-kill."

Blood flowing all over his body, Huang Mao dyed red from head to toe, his ears filled with the other's fierce and surging words, Huang Mao's whole being went numb.

He's cheering me on, he's actually pretty nice... my ass~

The next second, Huang Mao's anger flared from the heart, malice grew from the gut; he threw away his knife, spread his arms wide, and faced death unflinchingly: "No more fighting, just kill me."

Feng Mu, in the thick of battle lust, froze in mid-motion, his expression like he'd swallowed a fly turd.

No, your will to survive is a bit weak, isn't it? Learn from Hong Mao next to you — his leg tendons hooked severed, only one hand left, yet he's still crawling with all his might, already crawled ten-odd meters.

Feng Mu lost interest; he executed the thirteenth form of Crane Claw Technique, the finishing move — Heart-Crushing Claw — executing Huang Mao whose "stance bar had collapsed."

The night was quiet; the sound carried on the wind of a heart crushed in five fingers, juices dripping through the gaps, made Hong Mao halt his crawling and look back in terror.

In the distance, a body fell stiffly to the ground with a thud.

Nearby, blood-stained canvas shoes came into view, bringing footsteps approaching from afar.

Hong Mao froze in place, feeling his own heart nearly burst; he stiffly turned his neck, watching Feng Mu crouch down, hands covered in fresh blood.

"Your will to survive is stronger than that Huang Mao's." Feng Mu said.

Hong Mao wanted to beg for mercy, but his throat seemed blocked; he didn't know what to say.

Feng Mu reached out, fished a phone from Hong Mao, held it before the other's face, and said blandly: "Give your Bin Ge a call; I have something to talk to him about."

Hong Mao laboriously rolled over, found a number, and dialed it.

Beep beep beep — while the call connected, Hong Mao screwed up his courage and asked: "We all follow Bin Ge's orders; can you spare my life?"

Feng Mu disliked lying; he answered honestly: "Depends on your performance."

Hong Mao seemed to clutch a lifeline; a glimmer of hope shone in his eyes.

The call connected.

Hong Mao's voice was hoarse and trembling: "Bin Ge, it's me, Hong Mao. Someone wants to talk to you."

Blood Rose Bar — hearing the trembling voice on the other end, Ma Bin was slightly taken aback; he casually pulled out the list set to one side and scanned it.

Confirmed that the person Hong Mao had been tailing these two days was named Feng Mu.

Ma Bin's tone was calm: "Who's looking for me?"

Hong Mao swallowed saliva, stared blankly at Feng Mu, unsure whether to tell the truth or a lie.

Feng Mu controlled his larynx to squeeze his vocal cords, giving his voice a rasp: "Why are you looking at me? Hurry up and tell your Bin Ge who I am."

Only then did Hong Mao stammer into the receiver: "Bin Ge, he is Feng Mu."

The receiver fell silent for 1 second, then asked: "Where's Huang Mao?"

"Dead!"

"Oh~"

Another stretch of silence on the line; Ma Bin didn't make a sound, Hong Mao didn't know what to say, and Feng Mu wasn't in a hurry either — all just waiting.

On the phone end, Ma Bin's pupils contracted slightly.

He knew the personality of every little brother in the gang; Huang Mao was a thoroughgoing bad seed, so he wasn't too afraid of death — if the person on the call right now were Huang Mao, the credibility of his words would be about three parts.

But swap in Hong Mao, who bullies the soft and fears the hard, greedy for life and afraid of death — not a single word can be believed; in fact, everything should be listened to in reverse.

The two of them went to tail Feng Mu, then Feng Mu killed Huang Mao, then forced Hong Mao to call him and inform him the killer was Feng Mu?

Is Feng Mu's brain damaged, or does he take me, Ma Bin, for a fool?

After a long while, Ma Bin spoke into the phone again: "A clumsy lie; who exactly are you?"

Listening to the voice on the phone, Hong Mao's face was full of shock; Feng Mu curled his mouth and said hoarsely, "I am Feng Mu."

After speaking, seemingly worried the other side wouldn't believe him, Feng Mu pressed the stripped finger bone against Hong Mao's neck.

Hong Mao was terrified to the extreme, his voice distorted with a sobbing tone: "Bin Ge, he is Feng Mu, I didn't lie to you."

Little did he know, the more Hong Mao cried out, the less Ma Bin believed him; he coldly laughed: "If you don't say who you are, I'm hanging up."

Feng Mu pinched the phone from Hong Mao's hand and said helplessly: "Hey, these days telling the truth means no one believes you."

Ma Bin fell silent, not making a sound.

Perfect~

Feng Mu's suspicion was tacitly removed by everyone!

Only then did Feng Mu let out a long breath and speak the truth: "Who I am isn't important; what's important is I heard you're sending people everywhere to find me?"

Ma Bin straightened up from the sofa, brows slightly furrowed: "You are?"

Feng Mu hehe coldly laughed: "Zheng Hang was killed by me, Zhang Tong was also slaughtered by me; you say who am I?"

Ma Bin had already vaguely guessed in his heart; hearing this he wasn't surprised, but said: "Good guts, our Green Wolf Gang is all looking for you, yet you still dare call me; what exactly do you want to do?"

Feng Mu glanced at Hong Mao, whose brain had already crashed and face was full of dull stupidity, and continued: "What I want to do is the same as you, Bin Ge."

Ma Bin: "What I want to do, I only want to catch you."

Feng Mu's tone was contemptuous and disdainful: "Stop acting; what you truly want is Zheng Si dead; coincidence, I also want Zheng Si dead."

Hong Mao seemed to have heard an earth-shattering secret, wishing he could bury his ears in the mud.

On the other end of the phone, Ma Bin's pupils shrank to pinpoints; he flatly denied: "You slander me; I am loyal and devoted to Zheng Laoda."

"Hehe—" Feng Mu disdainfully curled his mouth corner and teased: "Then I'll call Zheng Si?"

"Why would Zheng Laoda believe you?"

"I'll use Zheng Hang's phone to call; then he'll believe I'm the real culprit, and then he'll know your list is full of ulterior motives."

Ma Bin gripped the phone hard, realizing the other party knew far more than he thought; his tone turned cold: "You are the murderer who killed Zheng Hang; I am the Green Wolf Gang's second-in-command; would Zheng Laoda believe you over me?"

Feng Mu's tone was calm: "Doesn't matter; I don't need him to believe me, I only need him to not believe you — that's enough. How about it, want me to call right now?"

Deathly silence.

A full half minute later, the phone transmitted a voice: "We can cooperate; I can help you kill Zheng Si to avenge Wang Wei."

This sentence contained a probe, yet Feng Mu didn't deny the karma with Wang Wei; he seemed to truly want to avenge Wang Wei, his tone grim:

"Zheng Si must die, but besides that, I also want……"

Joking; whether Zheng Si dies or not, does Feng Mu care?

Hmm, he cares; Zheng Si had better die.

But,

Ma Bin has already set up the whole stage; Zheng Si is sure to be schemed to death by Ma Bin.

Since that's the case, this is called the fruit of team cooperation; how could it count as remuneration~

"Although the stage was set by you, I also joined the performance, and one person playing two roles — taking a sky-high fee is quite reasonable, right~"

Thinking like this, the sky-high fee Feng Mu demanded like a lion opening its mouth made Ma Bin on the other end of the phone wish he could crush the phone.

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(End of Chapter)