Chapter 55: Stalking and Counter-Stalking, I'll Take Their Black Cores

Time passed second by second.

The lame weirdo did not appear for a long time.

Heihei No. 2 observed Feng Mu pacing back and forth in the dead end alley, frequently lowering his head to check the time on his mobile phone, and irritation and doubt involuntarily rose in his heart.

The waiting time was nearly one hour.

Did the target arrive too early, or was the lame weirdo late?

Heihei No. 2's mind was not very sharp; he could not figure out the reason, so he could only lie in wait in the darkness and wait patiently.

Then, he clearly spied the target suddenly glance at his phone again, and then his complexion visibly turned ugly; he looked around with considerable vexation, as if searching for someone hiding in the dark.

"Stop hiding, come out. He saw you; he won't come anymore," Feng Mu shouted at the empty air.

Heihei No. 2 froze for a moment; his stiff eyeballs rotated, making his expression appear even more foolish.

A full half minute passed before Heihei No. 2 figured it out: the target should be shouting at him, and the "he" in the other party's mouth referred to the lame weirdo.

"I've been exposed?"

"Mission failed? But I was clearly hiding very quietly, didn't even play with ants; how did you discover me?"

Heihei No. 2 was not good at using his brain, but he was extremely skilled at lurking and killing; he had rarely been exposed in the past.

The most critical thing was that the lame weirdo discovered him, yet he did not discover the lame weirdo; this was like a nest of ants hiding in a cave under his feet, but he failed to notice it, missing that nest of ants for nothing, leaving him feeling as uncomfortable as ants crawling in his heart.

Feng Mu wondered in his heart why the stalker in the dark still hadn't come out; he frowned and continued to shout in a low voice: "The Black Cores in my hand, he doesn't want them anymore; do you want them? I'll sell them to you for 400 each."

"If you're willing, I'll sell all my future ones to you too; how about it? If you don't come out again, I'm leaving."

While speaking, Feng Mu opened his handbag wide, generously revealing the Black Cores he had painstakingly accumulated.

Heihei No. 2 walked out from a shadowy corner with a dark face, clutching an Ant Stick in his hand, his fingers rubbing back and forth on it; this was his habitual action to relieve the fatigue caused by thinking.

Feng Mu was genuinely startled; he had completely not seen a person hiding in that narrow corner.

"I clearly glanced at that spot just now, yet I didn't see him; is it because his skin is too dark, or did he conceal his presence? Simply like an ant hiding in the darkness." His wariness grew several degrees heavier.

Feng Mu asked with a dark face: "Just you alone? Where are your two companions? When did you start following me? Forget it, not important. Did you bring money? I have a total of 17 Black Cores here."

Heihei No. 2 looked at Feng Mu, who appeared somewhat anxious and flustered, yet also seemed like he had fallen into a money pit; his head ached a bit.

I'm exposed; does the mission count as failed?

Should I trade with him now, or simply kill him?

Feng Mu sensed threads of malice; the ribs under the skin of his chest tightened, the flesh of the five fingers of his right hand gripping the handbag itched with the urge to tear.

He asked impatiently: "Do you want them or not? Give me an answer."

Heihei No. 2's contemplation was interrupted; he stared dead at Feng Mu, his fingernails scraping a layer of ant skin off the wooden stick, his voice hoarse: "Show me your mobile phone screen."

Feng Mu reluctantly displayed his mobile phone screen; on it there was conspicuously a text message from 【Lame Weirdo】.

——You've been targeted. I don't want the Black Cores in your hand anymore; sell them to them. I'll take them back from their hands.

Heihei No. 2 stared at the sender note 【Lame Weirdo】 for a full 5 seconds before shifting his gaze back to Feng Mu's face.

Feng Mu almost thought the other party had become suspicious and was about to tap the note to check the number.

This number was different from the one he had told them before; there was no way around it — Feng Mu couldn't send a text to himself right in front of Heihei No. 2.

Text messages also don't have a scheduled send function, so he could only change Ma Wei's number to a new alias name.

Heihei No. 2 stared at the phone for a bit too long; Feng Mu's heart kept sinking, and his line of sight quietly aimed at the other's throat.

This distance was just right for a sudden sneak attack using 【Eagle Claw Technique Third Form · Sky-Rending Finger】, a ruthless strike.

Heihei No. 2 reached into his trouser pocket, took out a wallet, didn't count carefully, just took out the whole stack of bills inside and handed it to Feng Mu.

Feng Mu froze for a moment, hurriedly took the money, and simultaneously handed the handbag to the other party.

He pretended to be a money-grubber counting the cash, wearing a beaming smile; Heihei No. 2 had already turned his head and walked away quickly.

He ultimately still did not choose to make a move on Feng Mu; aside from the other party's promise to sell all future Black Cores to them moving him, there was also the fact that they might still need to rely on him to find the 【Lame Weirdo】.

Reaching this answer had nearly burned half his brain cells to death.

Heihei No. 2 carried the bag, walked out of the alley, still muttering something under his breath.

Passersby nearby looked at him talking to himself, their gazes strange as if looking at a low-intelligence fool.

Heihei No. 2 was repeating and reciting the content of that text message; his brain didn't work well, so it was best to memorize it word for word and go back to tell his companions.

Then, at a certain moment, he suddenly stopped, his voice stuck in his throat.

"The text says 【Lame Weirdo】 wants to take the Black Cores from our hands? Could it be he discovered our hideout where we stash the Black Cores?"

Heihei No. 2's complexion changed drastically; the more he thought, the more he felt his brain had finally worked once; he hurriedly spread his legs and sprinted forward wildly.

The direction of his sprint, if extended in a straight line, happened to point exactly at that conspicuous "Black Pillar".

Heihei No. 2, running wildly, did not know that on the footprints he ran over, Feng Mu was following the scent, unhurriedly trailing behind.

Stalker and stalked, prey and hunter, silently swapped positions.

One hour later.

At the outermost edge of West City Snack Street, Feng Mu halted, eyes narrowed to a slit: "Huh, the blood coordinate position is circling around the 'Black Pillar', looking like it wants to sneak in."

"So the destination is also inside the Old Dilapidated Community sealed off by the 'Black Pillar'. Coincidence? Or... are this group of Black Market merchants also connected to 【Destiny】?"

"Surely they aren't the couriers I've been waiting for, right?"

Feng Mu's face was full of surprise; after a long while, he shook his head, denying this absurd thought.

It doesn't feel like it.

Most importantly, if they are related to 【Destiny】 and live in this community, theoretically they would have been exposed in the Patrol Bureau's eyes two weeks ago; by now they should collectively be trapped inside the "Black Pillar".

"So, it's just a pure coincidence." Feng Mu thought this way in his heart.

As time passed, most of the onlookers gradually dispersed, leaving only a few scattered figures still guarding outside the snack street, waiting for the "Black Pillar" to dissipate.

Obviously, they were worried about relatives and friends living inside the "Black Pillar"; Wang Xiuli's slender figure was among them.

Feng Mu withdrew his gaze, entered the opposite block with the dispersing crowd, walked into a restaurant, casually ordered a bowl of rice, and chewed and swallowed slowly.

The Blood Sensing lasts twenty-four hours; he has the Patience to wait slowly.

Waiting for the Black Pillar to Dissipate;

Waiting for the dusky Area 2 to sneak back to its residence;

Waiting for the marked Black Core to return to its "big family".

"Can't rule out having to take a bit of risk, but if it succeeds, it's a fat haul — might even gather enough Yin Fiend Nine Nether Calamity Grievance Iron in one go."

Feng Mu chewed and swallowed the Rice slowly, feeling the Wriggle in his intestines and stomach, and suddenly felt even hungrier.

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