Chapter 501

Li Shang knew Ma Bin's words weren't without a bit of his own meaning; after all, if Zheng Hang really returned to avenge his father, both he and Ma Bin would be targets of retaliation.

He let out an "Mm," not entangling further on this issue.

Instead, he recalled the events of that time, and indeed could not exclude the possibility Ma Bin spoke of, even feeling this possibility was very large.

Unexpected, ah.

He, as the renowned Divine Detective, actually failed to see through a gang leader's designed deception.

After the two chatted a few more sentences about the 【Mask】 issue, Li Shang only then carefully put away the Parchment, stood up, and prepared to leave.

Ma Bin wanted to speak but stopped, his eyes revealing a trace of worry and unease.

Li Shang saw through his thoughts and comforted him:

"Rest assured, I will hand this thing over to the Special Commissioner; with this thing, the Patrol Bureau at least won't come find trouble with you anymore."

Ma Bin's complexion eased slightly, and he followed along to see the two out.

At parting, Li Shang again hypocritically said:

"You'd best find a safe place to hide recently, lest Zheng Hang finds his way home; but you also needn't worry too much, Zheng Hang has already exposed his true face, he won't be able to hide for too long."

Ma Bin's complexion was slightly uneasy, but he forced out a smile:

"Rest assured, I have a count in my heart."

Only then did Li Shang Parchment sit back in the Blue White Car; Chang Erbing started the ignition on one side while turning his head to ask:

"Captain Li, this Parchment — hand it directly to the Special Commissioner?"

Li Shang leaned on the seat, closed his eyes, his brain spinning rapidly.

A moment later, he opened his eyes and replied:

"Hand it over we definitely must, but before handing it over, we have to."

Li Shang paused, his eyes revealing a flash of sharp light:

"This Parchment is not simple, ah; it can actually communicate with the Curse of the Evil Sacrifice, heh—"

Inside the private room.

Ma Bin took out a piece of velvet cloth, unhurriedly wiping the lens until the mirror surface could clearly reflect Ma Wei's hesitant face as he pushed the door open and entered.

Ma Wei walked in from outside, hesitated a moment, then still asked:

"Will Li Shang take the bait?"

Ma Bin's heart also didn't have one hundred percent certainty; he intentionally cultivated Ma Wei, therefore was willing to explain a couple more sentences:

"Perhaps he will, perhaps he won't, who knows; this is the most interesting part of fishing, you never know what fish will bite next?"

Ma Wei seemed thoughtful, gaining a deeper understanding of 【Fate】.

Is the Parchment the bait?

It is not.

Every person's fate unwilling to be ordinary is the bait they forever hold in their mouths!

Ma Bin smiled, imparting the philosophy of 【Fate】 to Ma Wei:

"Awei, the world has many misunderstandings about 【Fate】; 【Fate】 actually never forces anyone, on the contrary, 【Fate】 mercifully gives the world one more chance to choose.

Every person who ultimately converts to 【Fate】 throws themselves into 【Fate】's embrace step by step of their own accord; what do you say?"

Ma Wei thought of himself, deeply agreed, and nodded:

"Praise 【Fate】, everything is the best arrangement!"

Fate is the easiest seed to water; it only needs time's watering, and it will break through the soil on its own, growing into strangely shaped fruits one by one.

No need to rush.

Feng Mu returned home leisurely.

Tonight, he slept at home, yet had not a bit of sleepiness.

He simply stood up and began practicing kung fu in the bedroom.

The taste of home makes the heart peaceful; Feng Mu quickly entered self-forgetfulness, immersing in cultivation.

【You are immersed in selfless cultivation!】

【Seven Killing Fist Flesh Third Solution proficiency increased by 8 points.】

【Seven Killing Fist Flesh Second Solution proficiency also increased by 8 points.】

【Soul Chasing Step·Flesh Third Solution proficiency increased by 5 points.】

【Soul Chasing Step·Flesh Second Solution proficiency increased by 5 points.】

【.....】

Along with Feng Mu's cultivation, the shadow beneath his feet also followed, twisting and wriggling, reflected on the wall.

True·Shadow Follows Form.

And because the shadow is intangible, it can twist into any shape at will.

So, according to Li Guishe's expounded 【Bone Quality】 theory, the shadow's bone quality ought naturally to be... max?!!

The taxi braked extremely wretchedly at some roadside, the taillight without a trunk lid gaping nakedly, looking exactly like a hooligan without underpants, appearing exceptionally cool.

Dong Ping viciously smashed toward the seat, his arm directly piercing through the leather backrest.

The driver looked at the seat back punched with a hole, for a long time made no sound.

Dong Ping grinned his teeth, fiercely asked:

"What was the situation just now?"

The driver frowned and replied:

"It should be Puppet Mother's parasite. Explaining it is complicated; you just need to know that neither that high school girl nor you are human anymore."

Dong Ping knew little of the monster circle, and he did not want to study it.

He only wanted revenge on Feng Ju.

The driver continued:

"You are no match for that girl. I think you can switch back to your original target. How about it?"

Seeing Dong Ping say nothing, the driver sighed and continued to persuade him:

"Don't misunderstand. I'm not afraid of Puppet Mother. It's just that if I take action, that's a different price. But you've already mortgaged yourself to me."

Dong Ping did not retort to the driver. He frowned:

"Hmm, it seems I made a mistake. The relationship between Feng Ju and Feng Yuhuai seems to have broken down. Since that's the case, I'll listen to you. Change the target. This time, change it to……"

Dong Ping's revenge failed, and the resentment qi on him grew even stronger. He said gloomily:

"Change it to Feng Ju's wife Wang Xiuli, and his son Feng Mu."

The driver coveted Dong Ping's corpse but did not want too much trouble. Seeing Dong Ping's revenge train of thought was more flexible than a steering wheel, he was also very pleased.

If every salvaged corpse could be like Dong Ping, rather than stubborn like the previous corpse, how could he worry about failing to complete his monthly performance assessment?

The driver sighed inexplicably, not knowing what he thought of.

He took out his phone, reopened the navigation page, and entered the two names "Wang Xiuli" and "Feng Mu" in sequence.

The gloomy positioning light dots overlapped on the navigation page.

"You're lucky. Those two are together right now!"

The driver glanced at the time again, the smile at his mouth corner growing brighter:

"There's still some time until 'dawn.' I'll take you there now."

……..

4:27 AM.

The taxi slowly stopped at the entrance of the residential compound.

Dong Ping got out of the taxi and walked toward the old dilapidated community.

"Go early, return early. Enjoy yourself."

The driver rolled down the window and waved at Dong Ping.

Dong Ping did not look back, casually waving his hand behind him.

He stood downstairs, looked up and scanned, immediately locking onto a window.

Behind the sheer curtain, a human shadow could faintly be seen moving.

"Looks like practicing martial arts. Hah—, quite diligent, but……."

Dong Ping gave a cold laugh, the corner of his mouth curling into a resentful mockery.

Before his words fell, he leaped under his feet, soared high into the air, and his terrifying arm grabbed the outer wall. His whole body climbed up like a wall-climbing rat…….

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