Chapter 58: I Really Want to Improve, You're Forcing Me

Feng Ju chased with all his might to the gate of the residential compound, but was forced to stop.

The black-faced extremist and the Special Commissioner had both vanished without a trace.

"I can't keep up with the Special Commissioner's pace. Damn it, if my bone quality were a bit better and my martial arts cultivation a bit higher, maybe I could keep up, and even kill that extremist on the spot inside the room."

Feng Ju felt he had missed out on a tremendous achievement; the frustrated and powerless emotion fiercely gripped his chest, his breathing became despondent, and he really wanted to make progress too much.

Then,

a featureless, forest-white mask rapidly zoomed into his field of vision.

"Another one?" Feng Ju was shocked; a chill first surged up his spine from the soles of his feet, and his Adam's apple involuntarily wriggled.

Then, his eyes shot out scorching light, and his whole head heated up: "Another one!"

The surprise of regaining an enemy filled Feng Ju's chest, causing his adrenaline to spike; in an instant, he forgot and ignored the danger of the extremist.

Feng Ju shouted a warning with his mouth while bending his arm sideways, thrusting his short blade straight at the White Bone Mask.

"This person looks a bit familiar; turns out to be Feng Mu's cheap father."

"But I'm not Feng Mu; I'm now an Extreme Evil Member·Mask of 【Destiny】~"

Feng Mu indifferently tilted his head, with not a ripple of emotion in his eyes; toward Feng Ju he felt neither love nor hate, and his strike would neither deliberately add force nor hold back.

Just like that featureless face of the Mask, he was equally cold and indifferent toward anyone.

He raised his hand with hook claws, pinched the blade with two fingers, and a rub twisted it into a spiral.

Feng Ju's vision blurred, and his whole body was launched into the air; the Mask vanished from his sight, while he himself crashed heavily onto the ground, battered all over.

Feng Mu stepped on Feng Ju's chest, suddenly exerted force to charge, and the latter's vision went dark again as he spat out large mouthfuls of blood.

Feng Mu didn't care whether Feng Ju lived or died, smashed through the obstruction, and charged toward the nearest few patrol chiefs like a bolt of thunder.

As he had expected, after just seeing off Extreme Evil·Black Face, they indeed hadn't expected another Extreme Evil·Mask to appear.

Just as their nerves had relaxed, without any preparation, their speed of drawing guns and aiming obviously couldn't keep up with the cruel enemy rushing into the crowd.

One patrol chief's hand had just rested on his gun when Feng Mu got there first; his finger hook whistled as it sliced the gun body like foam, along with several fingers with smooth cut surfaces dropping down.

Another patrol chief had just drawn his gun and hadn't had time to aim before Feng Mu closed in; a Dragonfly Sweep gouged out both his eyes.

Yet another patrol chief didn't have time to draw his gun, roaring as he hugged Feng Mu around the waist to capture him, but Feng Mu pulled out his spine with one claw from behind, and the man instantly went limp and collapsed on the ground.

Feng Mu's speed wasn't as fast as the black-faced one's, so he couldn't let these patrol chiefs pull away and kite him with shooting; he didn't have nimble footwork to dodge bullets.

So he had to eliminate the number of patrol chiefs capable of killing at the fastest speed, not seeking to kill, but only to disable their ability to draw guns with one strike.

If they died, it was their fate to perish; if they didn't die, he wouldn't finish them off either, as that was too wasteful and a waste of time.

Feng Mu was seizing the initiative, seizing time, because those patrol chiefs had also reacted and were panicking as they pulled away from him.

They also saw that, unlike the black-faced one whose movements were almost impossible to see clearly, the Mask before them wasn't that fast in movement, but his strength was terrifying, his claw arts vicious; as long as he grazed someone at close range, flesh, bone, tendons, and fascia would be punctured like tofu.

"One, two, three... six, seven!"

Feng Mu silently counted in his heart; when he disabled the seventh patrol chief, gunshots finally rang out.

Feng Mu's lower back ached; a bullet penetrated his lower back, his intestines seemed to be severed by the bullet, and blood gushed from the wound.

Feng Mu's pupils instantly turned red; he stomped his foot, and his whole body pounced like a hungry tiger on food.

The patrol chief who fired was terrified and fired two more shots; the next second, the gun barrel exploded, but Feng Mu had blocked the gun eye with his fingertips.

The gun barrel exploded, and flying bullet fragments shot from the rear, splattering his face.

His shrill scream made the other patrol chiefs preparing to fire tremble in their hearts.

They were all veteran patrol chiefs of the Patrol Bureau and had seen some formidable Martial Artists, such as the black-faced one just now and the scar-faced woman before, both terrifying, killing people like cutting grass.

But they were still flesh and blood, still had to dodge bullets instead of rushing up to fight hard.

Blocking a gun eye with a finger—was he even human? Most terrifying of all, the gun barrel exploded, not his finger?

Feng Mu withdrew his finger; the skin and flesh of his fingertip were blown off, revealing a ferocious, hook-like Bone Finger.

The finger hook slashed forward, drawing a white streak under the night sky; the scream before him stopped abruptly, and blood spurting from the carotid artery splattered red spots on the white mask, looking increasingly eerie and demonic.

This was the first time Feng Mu finished off an enemy tonight.

Feng Mu lowered his head and dug three bullets out of his stomach with his fingers; three blood holes kept oozing outward.

The 【Blood Frenzy】 icon on his retina shone brighter than ever before.

Thoughts of bloodlust and slaughter filled his Nao Hai, and the violent emotion prodded his nerves.

Feng Mu stomped his foot, the ground sank into a footprint, and his speed suddenly increased by a large margin.

Watching the blood-stained Mask rush toward him, that patrol chief's heart pounded wildly, his index finger welded to the trigger, and bullets fired continuously.

In Feng Mu's blood-red vision, he could vaguely see the shadows of bullet trajectories; he suddenly shifted his step, using the crudest footwork, relying on terrifying strength and surging speed to dodge nine bullets.

Only one bullet hit his chest, luckily passing through the gap between ribs and piercing his right lung lobe.

Breathing instantly became painful; his lungs felt like they were on fire, and then came even more overbearing strength and speed.

A light finger slash, and a terrified head spun into the air; the severed neck seemed not to have reacted yet, pausing for a moment before spurting blood straight up.

All this sounds long-winded, but actually happened in the blink of an eye; in less than half a minute, over ten patrol chiefs were dead, wounded, or disabled.

And Mu had also taken four bullets; 【Blood Frenzy】 burned hot, and 【Grand Feast】 was thirsty and hard to suppress.

Wang Yilin felt a bit chilled; he had left only 30 patrol chiefs to set an ambush, and after suffering heavy blows from Black Face and the Mask, now less than half remained.

But why did this Mask seem to get stronger the more he was shot?

His strength and speed seemed to have multiplied; I must be too exhausted and hallucinating, right~

Wang Yilin rubbed his eyes hard and angrily said: "Everyone shoot, shoot! He's been shot; this is a dying struggle. Kill him together, and later I'll ask the Special Commissioner to give everyone collective credit."

Bang bang bang bang—

Gunfire erupted.

Feng Mu stood in place, took a deep breath, and smelled the lingering blood stench of over a thousand people in the air.

The 【Grand Feast】 icon throbbed violently with his heartbeat, as if about to come fully alive.

Like a rat that had broken into a grain store, he had originally been able to suppress the impulse within, but now, injured and losing blood, the thirst was magnified many times over—how could he still bear it~

Feng Mu tapped his foot, the air seeming to explode with sonic booms, and he lunged straight at Wang Yilin.

The dense bullets behind him struck his back, tearing his clothes to expose a dense mass of white bone spurs, like strange bone armor, not a human body.

The thermos in his satchel was shot to pieces, blood soaking the bag and his clothes.

"This is what you forced me to do~" The teeth-grinding voice from beneath the mask sent chills down one's spine.

This was the last words Wang Yilin heard in this world; before his eyes was a ghostly face completely dyed red with blood...

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