Chapter 54: Feng Mu Prepares to Run?

Time: New Era Calendar Year 233, April 1st, 16:44.

Location: West Incineration Plant, Nine Districts.

Charred E Corpses sputtered grease in the incinerator; Feng Mu held an iron shovel, flipping the corpses back and forth like stir-frying dishes, letting flesh and bone heat more evenly, burn more thoroughly.

"Feng Mu, look over there!"

Wang Jian pointed into the distance with his finger, at the square "Black Pillars" falling from the sky.

Then he read out the notification text on his phone, remarking with emotion: "Extreme Evil Organization, sounds truly scary. Good thing the Investigation Corps and Patrol Bureau have them sealed off; otherwise I can't imagine how much destruction they'd cause in the city."

"Right, Feng Mu, your dad wouldn't happen to be in there, would he? That'd be dangerous." Wang Jian's heart was strangely kind, worrying on Feng Mu's behalf.

Feng Mu's expression was grave; he was indeed deeply worried about the situation inside the "Black Pillars."

Losing couriers and cargo didn't matter, but they absolutely must not be captured alive and sell out the recipients' information.

To this day, Feng Mu still believed he was the Contact Person for this group of "Extreme Evil Couriers," and this probability grew with each passing day.

As of now, this probability had already risen to 50%.

Because every piece of information he grasped matched his conjecture near-perfectly, giving a feeling of being suspect by mere circumstance; he found it hard not to feel guilty like a thief.

【Danger, Exposure Risk ↑↑↑】

If the system could give a prompt, that prompt box above should be popping up madly by now.

Even though Feng Mu had long made Psychological Preparation, now that this day had truly arrived, a thick layer of Haze still settled in his heart.

"I'm taking leave this afternoon to go out for a trip." Feng Mu set down the iron shovel and said to Wang Jian.

Wang Jian hesitated, then advised: "You absolutely must not do anything stupid. The text said approaching that side might be dangerous."

Feng Mu took a deep breath; for the first time in his life, he sincerely thanked Feng Ju from the bottom of his heart for weaving him a perfect excuse: "My dad is in there. I have to go over."

Wang Jian couldn't persuade him, so he could only say: "Alright, be careful. Oh right, if everything's safe, remember to come to this spot tonight for dinner. Luo Ji said he wants to celebrate surviving the Hidden Gate for the first time."

Feng Mu nodded, but in his heart he thought: "This meal, I probably won't get to eat it. I have to run, and Luo Ji likely won't be able to come either."

Leaving the incineration plant, that lingering sensation of being watched returned.

"Running also requires settling the tail behind me first."

Feng Mu frowned, turned his head to glance at the "Black Pillar," turned his bicycle around, and went in the opposite direction, speeding all the way home.

In the shadows, Dark Face Area 2 stared at Feng Mu's retreating figure, likewise turning back to look at the "Black Pillar"; his dull, expressionless eyes rarely flashed a trace of hesitation.

"The Black Core is forever the first priority." He murmured softly, then continued following Feng Mu secretly.

The target left work early today; his movements were very suspicious. Could it be he's going to trade with the Lame Man?

40 minutes later.

Feng Mu rode home. Wang Xiuli wasn't home; he guessed the latter had truly gone out to the vicinity of the "Black Pillar" the moment she received the text notification.

Feng Mu entered the bedroom and took out all the Black Cores from the drawer.

Then, using a syringe, he drew a tube of blood and injected his own blood into the cracks of each Black Core one by one.

Most blood flowed on the surface; Feng Mu wiped it away with paper, though some blood beads remained stuck on the inner walls of the crevices.

"As expected, Black Cores can also serve as blood containers; aside from slightly lower capacity, no issues."

Feng Mu carefully wiped the surfaces again, then packed them all into a handbag, slung his messenger bag over his shoulder, took out his phone, and sent a message to Ma Bin.

The message contained only one thing: urging Ma Bin to immediately deliver the things he wanted to a certain location; if late, the Agreement is Void, and he would Tip Off Zheng Laoda.

And he specifically designated that Ma Wei come alone to deliver the things.

Ma Bin's side was at the most critical moment of "Rebellion"; it could not tolerate the slightest mishap.

When Ma Bin received the text, he was in an abandoned Unfinished Building's Underground Garage. Ma Wei stood with him; before them were 49 bound people or corpses.

Corpses were piled in a heap, utterly silent.

The living had their mouths gagged, hands and feet bound, curled up huddled against the wall, trembling as they awaited an unknown Fate.

Luo Ji was conspicuously among them; his forehead and mouth corners were swollen. He was one of the few in this batch who hadn't surrendered without a fight, so he inevitably suffered a Beating, looking especially miserable.

Ma Bin showed the phone content to Ma Wei for a glance, his tone betraying no joy or anger: "Looks like this Lame Man still doesn't Completely Trust me, insisting on Payment Before Work to prevent me from Defaulting on Debt."

Ma Wei stayed silent; one was his exposed superior, the other the soon-to-be-rising new Boss; with his EQ he didn't know how to respond.

Fortunately, Ma Bin didn't make things difficult for him, or rather the timing of this text left him no temper at all.

He fished out Car Keys from his pocket and tossed them to Ma Wei: "Since he designated you alone to go, then trouble you to make another trip. The things are in the Trunk."

Clearly, Ma Bin had also anticipated this scene early on and prepared in advance.

Ma Wei took the keys, drove off; after leaving the Unfinished Building and driving a distance, he stopped, opened the Trunk, and cautiously checked the contents of the two Briefcases again.

Only after confirming the Briefcases weren't empty and the contents weren't fake did he let out a long breath and sit back in the car.

"The Unfinished Building Bin Ge picked is so remote; just now in the Underground Garage, my phone actually had zero Signal."

Ma Wei rolled down the window and dialed the Boss's number.

Lately he'd only been texting the Boss; it had been a long time since a call. Ma Wei's mood held a strange excitement; he had too many words pent up in his stomach wanting to pour out.

Half a minute later.

The brief call was hung up.

Ma Wei's mood was slightly Frustrated; the Boss had no time for nonsense with him, only Explained two tasks.

One: deliver the things to the location and hide them well; the other: send a text to his phone in 1 hour.

Ma Wei couldn't guess what the Boss was plotting again, but he would obediently comply, executing meticulously.

Feng Mu hung up the phone, thought for a bit, and changed Ma Wei's contact note to 【Lame Man Weirdo】.

Went out, went downstairs.

Feng Mu didn't ride his bicycle; instead he walked a very long distance, then turned into a remote Dead End Alley.

This alley was very remote; usually very few people came here, yet he was fairly familiar with it, because Zheng Hang's Relics and shoes were buried by him under the Wall Base.

Hei Hei Area 2 hid in a corner outside Dead End Alley, his body nearly melting with the shadows in the corner.

The detection device in his pocket had a reading over 1000, indicating the target was currently carrying a large amount of Black Core; from this it was not difficult to infer that the target should have come here to trade Black Core according to the 【Lame Monster】's instructions.

The real target is about to appear?!

Hei Hei Area 2 had one hand thrust into his trouser pocket, gripping a wooden stick coated with ant corpses, a trace of excitement surfacing on his rigid expression....

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