Chapter 63: Hearts Are Black, Hearts Are Dirty (Please Follow)

Zheng Laoda died terribly.

When Ma Bin went up to open the iron door, what met his eyes was Zheng Laoda's mangled corpse.

Ma Bin was not surprised by this result; Zheng Laoda was just a Grade Three Martial Artist who excelled in strength, a reckless man who fought head-on and was especially poor at maneuvering.

Though he relied on a fierce and manic aura and had the glorious record of hammering a Fourth Rank Martial Artist, this was precisely why he could sit firmly as the number one boss of the Blue Wolf Gang.

But,

in this narrow, unfinished area on the top floor, caught off guard and simultaneously aimed at by several guns in a fan shape, unless Zheng Laoda was immune to blades and bullets or grew wings, death was certain.

Moreover, to be safe, Ma Bin had put a trace of toxin in Zheng Laoda's drinks over the past few days to ensure Zheng Laoda could only exert seventy or eighty percent of his full strength.

Li Shang kicked Zheng Si's motionless corpse; the latter had more than ten bullet holes in his chest and had almost been turned into a sieve.

Chang Erbing had suffered some injuries, with three blood gouges on his shoulder nearly exposing the bone, caused by Zheng Si's dying struggle before death; the other constables had more or less suffered some injuries, but none were fatal.

Chang Erbing spat a mouthful of thick phlegm resentfully onto Zheng Si's face, mocking a dead man: "Pah, a piece of gang scum, eating the guts of an ambitious leopard, daring to go against our Captain Li—even ten lives wouldn't be enough for him to die."

Ma Bin squatted down, not minding the filth, and used his sleeve to wipe the thick phlegm off the corpse.

He knew Chang Erbing's words seemed to curse Zheng Laoda but were actually warning and intimidating Li Shang himself; the meaning was that if he himself was uncooperative in the future, this would be a lesson.

Li Shang looked down at Ma Bin wiping the corpse, a trace of contempt in his eyes: "Just as Zheng Laoda said, Ma Bin is clever, but he indeed lacks ruthlessness; however, this is better, making him easier to control in the future."

Li Shang squeezed out a false smile: "I'll leave the corpse to you; what about the people Zheng Laoda kidnapped?"

Ma Bin stood up, the grief on his face hard to conceal: "Thank you, Captain Li, for stopping Zheng Laoda from making mistake after mistake; those kidnapped by Zheng Laoda have already been released by me, and they are now outside the abandoned unfinished building, waiting in line to thank Captain Li for his life-saving grace."

As for the few who died during transport, Ma Bin naturally didn't mention them, and Li Shang didn't ask further.

Most people were saved, so why bother staring at a few corpses? For the heroes of the Patrol Bureau who fought bloodily to rescue hostages, who could blame them so harshly~

Li Shang was extremely satisfied, leading the way downstairs with a look of concern for the hostages.

He naturally didn't care about these hostages' lives or deaths, but this rare merit, he had to heavily show off, certifying this merit to this very face, so that he would be more confident in the year-end captain selection.

Outside the abandoned unfinished building, on the dilapidated venue, forty-four rescued hostages stood together, each with heavy hearts, silently sizing each other up.

No one spoke first, and a silent and eerie atmosphere permeated the air.

Li Shang sensed the strangeness of the atmosphere but didn't think deeply, merely assuming these hostages were survivors of a calamity, all frightened out of their wits.

He shook hands with them one by one, asking after their well-being.

And when he asked about their kidnapping, everyone's answer was remarkably similar: all said they didn't know why they were kidnapped here, were blindfolded and knocked unconscious during the process, and woke up from a coma to find themselves rescued.

As an old constable, Li Shang's professional instinct smelled a trace of eeriness.

These rescued hostages' answers were too uniform, almost as if they had collectively colluded their testimonies.

But it shouldn't be; they were all victims of this incident, what did they have to collude about? So, he must be overthinking; the truth was simply as such.

"Rest assured, the villains who kidnapped you have already been struck down by Captain Li Shang; the Patrol Bureau will send people to safely send you home shortly." Chang Erbing shouted loudly to these hostages.

He also thought these kidnapped hostages were frightened out of their wits, each with stiff expressions, and the eyes looking at him when he spoke were wooden.

Chang Erbing and several other constables each drove a bread van to send everyone home; the bread van was one the Blue Wolf Gang had parked there, and its original driver and thugs were gone.

Li Shang didn't suspect anything, merely assuming Ma Bin had dismissed the gang's underlings; how could he know they were all still there, had never left, and that in the distant future, it would be very difficult for them to leave this abandoned unfinished building?

Until everyone had left and a while had passed, Ma Wei drove his car back.

The car door opened, and Ma Bin supported Zheng Laoda as they sat together in the back seat, quietly giving an address.

Ma Wei had gone to deliver goods to the limping boss and returned, so he didn't know the later story in the abandoned unfinished building; he dared not think about it or ask.

Through the rearview mirror, Ma Wei watched Bin Ge straighten Zheng Laoda's corpse and take out a makeup case from his pocket, applying powder and such to Zheng Laoda's face to dress him up.

Ma Wei didn't know what Bin Ge was doing; he started the car and followed the navigation toward the address Bin Ge had given.

Ma Wei only occasionally glanced up at the rearview mirror; in the mirror, Bin Ge's expression remained consistently cold, while Zheng Laoda's deathly pale face gained a bit of color, seeming more like someone in a coma than a corpse.

The car slowly stopped at the gate of a civilian house, a very dilapidated single-story house built of brick walls.

The house hung a rust-streaked lock; Ma Wei gave a light tug, and the door lock was pulled open; he then went over, suppressing his fear, and supported Zheng Laoda.

The two, one on the left and one on the right, each supported the corpse's arms, like supporting a drunkard, and helped Zheng Laoda into the room.

The room's furnishings were simple; spiderwebs covered the light bulb, and the yellow light was very dim.

Ma Bin propped Zheng Laoda against a chair, put a piece of clothing on him, adjusted his posture and head, and then satisfactorily took out his phone to take a photo.

Ma Wei looked on from the side, bewildered, and felt a chill of fear in his heart.

Then he heard Bin Ge suddenly ask: "Do you think dressing him up like this and sending a photo can trick that limping murderer behind you into coming here?"

Ma Wei was stunned: "......"

He swallowed his saliva, as if suddenly realizing what Bin Ge was doing; his whole body felt like it had fallen into an ice cellar, his tongue stiffened, and his teeth chattered: "Bin Ge, what do you mean?"

Wasn't he just following Bin Ge's words to send everything over? How could he now hear from Bin Ge's words that this was a rhythm of turning faces?

Ma Bin narrowed his eyes into slits: "Since my matters are all finished, the remaining hidden dangers should also be cleared; some secrets, the fewer people who know, the safer."

Ma Wei's face turned deathly pale.

Ma Bin smiled: "For us in the underworld wanting to rise, the most important thing is that the heart must be black; when it's time to betray, never hesitate, what do you say?"

Ma Wei's throat was dry, and sweat poured down like rain.

At the same time.

At the entrance of the abandoned bridge hole, three briefcases were placed by his feet; Feng Mu, looking down at his phone text messages, revealed a mysterious smile on his face...

(End of Chapter)