Chapter 60: The Belated 1% Reward, The Courier Is Him?

Feng Mu did not conduct this cruel and insane experiment; for those dry corpses, it would have been too tragic.

The main reason was that the art style was too evil; he did not have the mind or time to silence everyone at the scene.

He was not a completely inhuman great villain; he merely wanted to retrieve the Black Core that had been forcibly bought and sold by others. The killing sins he committed today could not be entirely blamed on him; at least half the responsibility had to fall on that group of Black Market merchants led by Dark Face Area 2.

【Blood Frenzy】 was filled by 【Grand Feast】, the violent cruelty in Feng Mu's heart was dispelled, and after absorbing one person's worth of blood, the bloodthirsty emptiness was also alleviated.

Feng Mu found his hypocrisy again — bah, his pure good nature that loves peace.

"I cannot let these dead people down; I must retrieve my own Black Core."

Feng Mu sighed, following the coordinates in his Nao Hai, and rushed into the building.

His own blood was the best locator.

Without any delay, Feng Mu entered the Bedroom; on the way, he ran into a few Constables with broken legs crawling up the Stairs, and he kindly jumped over them.

The few Constables were scared so badly on the spot they nearly hit their heads on the ground, rolling down in a tumble.

Opening the Yi Tou, his Wan Guan sliced open the An Ge wall like a knife, and Feng Mu retrieved his Black Core and handbag.

He swore he only wanted to take back his own Black Core; he did not know how that Briefcase had unknowingly stuck to his hand.

Perhaps those "healthy adult" large Black Cores inside the Briefcase were worried about these "face-shattered muscle-thin" Small Black Cores and pestered him to death~

"Strange, not the quantity I expected to fill the cabinet, but the individual size is abnormally large."

"Where is the problem? Can normal Black Cores be this large?"

"Could it be that Black Cores, like my 【Grand Feast】, can also devour each other?"

"But, anyway, the smell from the large Black Cores in the box is hundreds of times stronger than the Small Black Cores; I really want to eat them on the spot."

Feng Mu, harboring doubt and desire, clutched the Briefcase in one hand and carried the handbag in the other, sprinting downstairs on both feet.

Downstairs, the people who had just been hiding their heads under their butts were gone; the severely injured and crippled Constables could barely take care of themselves, tacitly lowering their heads, not looking at the masked monster about to leave.

Except...

Feng Ju woke from unconsciousness; the ribs in his chest seemed all broken.

He, who had missed the Climax while unconscious, was now absolutely the most fearless Constable in the field; he endured the intense pain and climbed up from the ground.

The moment he climbed up, the first thing reflected in his vision was again that sinister mask.

Feng Ju: "???"

How is this scene so familiar? Could time have reversed, or did I never lose consciousness at all?

"I'll intercept him; everyone, shoot him dead."

Feng Ju shouted at the top of his lungs, blocking directly in front of the mask; he had no gun or knife, so he half-crouched, wrapped his arms around himself, and lunged at the mask.

From unconsciousness to waking, time was fragmented for Feng Ju; the moment he opened his eyes, he saw only the mask again; he did not perceive at all that besides him and the mask, no second person was standing at the scene.

His brave, progress-hungry roar did not summon gunshots; the only response was the dead silence of not a crow or sparrow.

"Why did you have to get up again? Wouldn't it be good to just lie there and play dead? Forcing me to kill my father to prove the Dao?" Feng Mu's Nei Xin was a piece of ice.

Feng Mu held things in both hands; the pupils under the mask shrank slightly; the moment he raised his foot and sidestepped to dodge, several Bone Thorns suddenly popped out from his left shoulder.

Sharp and ferocious, exuding a cold and evil aura.

"Bones growing out of flesh — what ghost thing is this?"

Feng Ju's feet froze; his mind went blank for an instant; then he felt his shoulder pierced, followed by a huge force; his whole body was airborne once more.

Spraying blood rose into the air with him, splashing onto his face; then he crashed heavily back to the ground, a split, jagged arm, as if gnawed by a fierce beast, rotating, smashed onto his chest.

"My shoulder was torn off; I've become a cripple?"

The sunken ribs made a crisp cracking sound again; Feng Ju sprayed a mouthful of fresh blood; his vision went black once more; he completely lost consciousness again.

"Sigh, why did you have to block me?"

"Just like you said yourself — people without ability still hold a breath of ambition wanting progress; it only harms themselves."

"Fortunately I wasn't stopped by you; otherwise, Feng Ju, you would have killed your whole family — no, even the people in our Residential Compound would have to die out~"

At the last moment, Feng Mu ultimately held back; not because he had feelings for Feng Ju, but because he remembered Wang Xiuli's anxious waiting outside all night.

He could not care about Feng Ju, but Wang Xiuli's feelings for him were sincere; Feng Mu was ultimately not heartless; he felt compassion for Wang Xiuli in his heart.

Forget it~

Spare Feng Ju's life; let him become the cripple he always looked down on most, and keep him at home.

Of course, this is from Feng Mu's perspective; for Feng Ju, this might be even more painful than killing him directly.

"Sigh, I'm just someone who can't stand receiving the slightest favor; my heart is too merciful; a person like me playing the villain is a losing proposition; I must change in the future." Feng Mu thought.

40 minutes later.

Feng Mu sneakily appeared inside the abandoned Qiao Dong; this Qiao Dong had half-collapsed from years of disrepair; even Scavengers and vagrants dared not live inside.

Feng Mu scanned all around; seeing no human figures, he carefully entered the Qiao Dong; not long after, he came out again, carrying two more Briefcases.

These two Briefcases were hidden inside by Ma Wei on his orders.

The Briefcases had no password; Feng Mu pressed the clasp and opened them; one was filled with non-sequential Zhi Drift, the other held 50 small yellow fish gold bars, plus two secret manuals.

One box of Zhi Drift had 1.5 million; 50 small yellow fish gold bars roughly valued at 1 million; two secret manuals, one Third Grade and one Second Grade, together worth 300,000.

So, the two Briefcases equaled a total of 2.8 million extorted from Ma Bin.

Equivalent to his salary saved for 70 years at the Incineration Plant without eating or drinking.

Sure enough, no matter which Shijie, once a person starts walking the crooked path, money sticks like dogskin plaster, pouring into the wallet.

Feng Mu lowered his head looking at the three Briefcases, calculating in his heart: "Money obtained, secret manuals obtained, upgrade materials obtained; just need to run, find a safe place to hide and Gou Fa Zhan."

Everyone in the Old Dilapidated Community is dead; the courier dispatched by 【Destiny】 definitely didn't escape; best case is all dead, then he doesn't need to run.

Worst case is captured alive, even confessed overnight, exposing the recipient's information too.

Two probabilities, fifty-fifty.

But where life and death are concerned, in Feng Mu's view there is only the difference between zero and one; to be safe, he decided to run immediately once the things were in hand — not necessarily escape the Nine Districts, but at least get far away from the Cheng Qu range.

He had planned the route a week ago: first exit City West, then head north all the way, pass through Jiao Lin, where there was a small town that could serve as a transfer point—stop there first and gather information.

If there were no problems, he would turn back; if there were problems, he would plunge headlong into the Shi Liao Qu farther north, and if that still failed, he would enter the Yi Ji Qu even deeper.

Buzz—

The phone vibrated; it was a message from Ma Bin, and it was a multimedia message.

Text: Sorry, things happened suddenly, I didn't have time to notify you, I've dealt with Zheng Laoda, but I deliberately left him a breath of life; according to the agreement, the final knife must be left to you; meet at xxxxxxxx here in two hours.

Image: Zheng Si covered in filthy blood, tied to a chair, head drooping, looking like he's about to run out of breath. jpg

Feng Mu glanced at the multimedia message and sighed inwardly: "Ma Bin is really hypocritical; clearly he's afraid I'd show up and cause trouble, so he deliberately didn't notify me."

"Heh—, you promised me the blackmail money in advance, isn't that just our tacit understanding between the two of us, yet you make it sound so nice."

"And you deliberately left him a breath of life for me?"

Feng Mu sneered in his heart; if he were really doing this to avenge Wang Wei, he might actually get hot-headed and go to the appointment right now.

Too bad Feng Mu isn't hypocritical; he's full of made-up lies, and he doesn't even know who Wang Wei is at all~

—I didn't make a move, so I won't snatch your head kill; you can take care of it instead.

Editing text message...

Before the message was finished editing, another text message arrived, and it was sent directly to his own phone number.

—Encrypted text message.

Feng Mu was stunned; the sender's location had no number, only a note prompt displayed: This text message cannot be monitored, cannot be tracked, and will self-destruct one minute after reading.

Text message content: Deep Cover Operative of Fate, your subordinate line has been activated; please go to the Shen Mi Lian Xi Dian at xxxxxxxx within one hour to receive it; reception password: My face is not my face!

Feng Mu's pupils almost shrank to needlepoints, and the expression on his face gradually became strange.

There was no other reason; the location Ma Bin agreed on and the address of the Shen Mi Lian Xi Dian in the encrypted text message were exactly the same, word for word, only the agreed time differed by one hour.

At the same time, a row of prompt boxes silently popped up on Feng Mu's retina.

【Reward for 1% Inheritance Degree has arrived; please player quickly go find your courier to claim it, wish the player a pleasant game!】

Feng Mu: "???"

Feng Mu: ". ……"

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