Chapter 38: Everyone Wants to Drink My Blood, Right?

When Feng Mu was digging a grave to bury a corpse and transferring hatred, Ma Bin hung up the phone but was not idle.

First he recorded everything the other party had extorted in a notebook with a pen.

He was always cautious in doing things; even if he had no intention of keeping his word and planned to kill to silence, he would still prepare everything properly.

Staring at the notebook for a while, Ma Bin's pupils showed some suspicion: "I can understand unmarked cash and melted gold, but why demand Black Cores?"

Ma Bin didn't know much about Black Cores, but had heard of them; they were dirty things left after E Corpses were burned.

Ma Bin frowned: "Haven't heard this thing has any special value, right?"

Ma Bin was suspicious, but that person swore up and down that the Black Market had buyers specializing in hoarded ones, so he would send his underlings to the Black Market to find them.

"100 jin is quite a lot; is it related to the Curse of the Evil Sacrifice or..."

Ma Bin was sharp-minded and immediately thought of the smashed evil altar in the school warehouse; anyway, he kept this in mind, and after settling the current matter, he would explore the secret of Black Cores.

Ma Bin thought again: "So Huang Mao and the other running into each other was both a coincidence and not a coincidence."

Ma Bin picked up the list and glanced at Feng Mu's information again; it clearly recorded that after dropping out, Feng Mu went to the Incineration Plant to burn E Corpses.

"Huang Mao and the other were going to track and surveil Feng Mu, so they appeared near the Incineration Plant."

"The real culprit might be someone wanting to buy Black Cores, and thus also appeared near the Incineration Plant."

"It's even possible the real culprit bought Black Cores from the hands of Cremation Workers."

"By coincidence, Huang Mao and the other's actions fell into the real culprit's eyes, who guessed something, then called me, pretending to be Feng Mu should have been a spur-of-the-moment idea, so the lies were so clumsy."

Ma Bin linked all the clues in his mind; he now seriously suspected that if Feng Mu were kidnapped back to the gang for interrogation right away, maybe they could directly ask out some features of the killer.

Of course, Ma Bin didn't suspect Feng Mu was involved in this matter; he just felt the real culprit had a very high chance of buying Black Cores from Feng Mu, and Feng Mu might have seen the killer's true face.

The moment this thought surfaced from the bottom of his heart, Ma Bin immediately suppressed it.

"Don't touch Feng Mu, and after Huang Mao and the other die, don't send anyone else either, to prevent the killer from suspecting I'm investigating him, and jumping the wall in desperation."

Ma Bin was very suspicious, so by empathy he felt the killer was very likely watching Feng Mu in the dark to indirectly observe his own actions.

To verify whether he kept his word without investigating his identity.

"So, the name Feng Mu is also bait deliberately thrown by the killer, a probing trap." Ma Bin's mind turned quickly, he coldly laughed, "Really a sinister fellow."

Thus Ma Bin picked up the list and used a pen to cross out Feng Mu's name from the suspect range.

Ma Bin licked his dry lips and sinisterly thought: "Anyway, there are still 50 left on the list, the weight is absolutely enough to stimulate the Patrol Bureau's nerves; crossing out one Patrol Bureau family member now is just adding a little oil, but the fire can still burn high."

The only problem was that the original plan was for him to make Zheng Laoda personally light this fire 7 days later.

The methods had all been paved; as soon as Zheng Laoda's deadline for him arrived, he would take the list to apologize, saying he couldn't find the killer, only locked onto a list of 50 people.

Then he would complain and grieve, shifting the pot onto Deputy Captain Li Shang of the Patrol Bureau, saying he was obstructed everywhere and warned.

Then add fuel to the fire; under the stimulation of alcohol, Zheng Laoda's emotions would surely completely lose control, and like a madman have the gang's underlings kidnap everyone on the list one by one for interrogation, using the most primitive method to dig out the killer who killed his son.

By then, Zheng Laoda would die as he deserved, and he, Ma Bin, could incite Li Shang, whose face had been slapped to the ground and was equally furious, to have a dog-eat-dog vicious fight with Zheng Laoda.

The ending would be: Zheng Laoda dies miserably, he, Ma Bin, would have to step out to clean up the mess, rise to power, and use Zheng Laoda's death to build a deeper friendship with Li Shang.

In this process, although he might suffer some fleshly pain on the day of apologizing, compared to the harvest, that bit of pain was worth it.

Ma Bin felt his design was interlocking and watertight, and the several important roles in the game were all completely following the script he designed.

But he really hadn't expected that the real culprit outside the game would actually show up uninvited and completely mess up his layout.

In his game, the real culprit was the least important; this was just his pretense for setting up the stage, so how could he now run out and act like a character, wanting to go on stage and sing?

The more Ma Bin thought about it, the angrier he got; feeling forced to add scenes and change the script for others, truly pulling one hair moves the whole body, the whole play's rhythm had to be sped up.

From stepping solidly one step at a time to running with one's butt on fire, undoubtedly increased Ma Bin's operational difficulty.

As for whether the whole plan could be moved forward 7 days intact.

Ma Bin wouldn't make such a stupid mistake; stewing a pot of soup before the heat is right and serving it early won't taste good.

This is the same logic as squatting at the toilet when shit reaches the anus versus going early; based on Ma Bin's understanding of Zheng Laoda, the latter looked violent now, playing a woman to death every day, but actually still had reason, far from the loss of control when shit reaches the anus.

Only when a underling guarding the door to clean up gets killed would it be about right~

Basically, he still needed to rub it out for another week; unfortunately, the real culprit's interference made Ma Bin dare not continue waiting for fermentation, he must serve the soup early.

Otherwise, he was afraid someone would help him lift the pot lid.

Would anyone really believe a murderer's integrity~

"Forget it, things have come to this, thinking more is useless, once the bow is drawn there's no turning back; I can only use another person's mouth to issue the order to kidnap 50 people to me and the gang on behalf of Zheng Laoda."

Ma Bin suppressed the annoyance in his heart and calmly thought of a solution.

Although Ma Bin didn't pass the College Entrance Exam, his Martial Dao talent was terrible, but his cultural grades were not bad, and he had always liked reading books.

So, he knew this kind of behavior of his was called "forging an imperial edict" in the ancient era before the New Era.

"And, the person forging the imperial edict, I arranged by Zheng Laoda's side long ago, right?" Ma Bin asked himself rhetorically, hehe coldly laughed, his eyes full of killing intent.

Of course, not today; today was too rushed, he had to leave two days for final preparations no matter what.

DuangDuangDuang….. knocking sound.

"Brother Bin, that Deputy Captain Li Shang from the Patrol Bureau is here again." Confidant underling Qian Hao walked in with a black face.

Ma Bin's face also turned black; the just-calmed emotions surged up with evil fire again.

He coldly laughed: "They all want to eat the Green Wolf Gang's meat and drink the Green Wolf Gang's blood, it's just that one is a one-time deal, cutting hard, the other is cutting a bit every day, treating us as a long-term meal ticket."

Qian Hao hated the enemy together, then was stunned: "What do you mean, how is there another one?"

"So it turns out my Ma Bin scheming to rise to power is just to feed two jackals, I just want an empty reputation for fun, right?" Ma Bin's heart was dripping blood, but for the long term, he painfully squeezed out a smile.

Greed is good!

Only if everyone is greedy does he have a chance to lure them into biting each other, and then he can rise to power and be the one holding the knife to divide the meat.

Ma Bin smiled as he went to see Li Shang; before going out he instructed Qian Hao: "You go to the Black Market and help me find a merchant doing Black Core business; if you find one..."

Ma Bin stuffed a bank card to Qian Hao, then patted the short blade the latter hid at his waist, and whispered a few words of advice.

(End of Chapter)