Chapter 65: Contact, Everyone Is Shifting Identities

Time passed second by second.

The curtains in the room were all drawn; Feng Mu sat in the wall corner, so that unless the Lame Man actually entered the room, it would be difficult to detect his existence.

Facing the main gate, Zheng Laoda's corpse was bound dead to a chair with thick iron chains, his mouth sealed with black tape, his head drooping as if he had fainted.

Ma Bin sat with his back to the door, looking completely unconcerned about a sneak attack.

Ma Wei stood just outside the door, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, the burning ember flaring bright and dim as he paced back and forth, occasionally taking out his phone to check, looking like he was anxiously waiting for someone or a call.

Click-click.

The old wall clock inside the room had a slightly rusted second hand; its ticking sounded a bit grating.

Ma Bin watched the wall clock expressionlessly, brows furrowing slightly; by his judgment, the Lame Man should have arrived by now — most likely circling the bungalow scouting and surveilling.

Nothing suspicious outside; only he and Ma Wei had come from the Green Wolf Gang, and the room couldn't hide more than a few people anyway — with the Lame Man's combat strength of 1 vs 3 E Corpse Cult disciples and crippling 1, he had nothing to fear.

Even if he was being overly suspicious, you could just call Ma Wei to confirm; I've already put Ma Wei at the door, and he doesn't look like he's being coerced by me at all.

The agreed time drew closer and closer, yet the Lame Man still didn't show, and a bad premonition rose in Ma Bin's heart.

Did the Lame Man discover something? Or did he decide not to avenge Wang Wei? That shouldn't be right.

Ma Bin couldn't figure out where the problem lay; his complexion darkened slightly.

Feng Mu sat at the wall base, finding it genuinely interesting to watch.

He'd been fighting and killing all night, running for his life; now sitting quietly watching others perform with such effort, his constantly taut nerves relaxed unconsciously, and his whole being felt extremely comfortable and pleasant.

One minute remained until the agreed time.

Ma Bin took out his phone and dialed.

Beep-beep-beep — no answer.

Ma Bin hung up, thought for a moment, then edited and sent a text: I've left the person for you.

After sending the text, Ma Bin very subtly winked at 【Online】; 【Online】 understood and nodded slightly.

Ma Bin didn't even turn off the light, left the door wide open, and strode outside, got in the car; Ma Wei hurriedly followed, started the car and drove away.

Inside the car, Ma Wei nervously explained to Bin Ge: "Bin Ge, he didn't call me?"

Ma Bin's brows locked slightly; he didn't answer the question, only ordered: "Drive the car out, circle for half an hour then we'll go back."

The car hadn't been driving long.

Ma Bin's phone received a text reply from the Lame Man: Good, just hand the person over to me.

Ma Bin glanced at the text, turned his head to look through the rear window into the night sky, thinking: when we circle back, what we'll see should be the Lame Man's corpse, right?

Ma Wei had many doubts in his heart, but he didn't dare ask a single word; Bin Ge was scary enough to begin with, and now with the 【Destiny】 identity stacked on top, it made one's pores turn cold.

After all, the rumored 【Destiny】 members were all crazy people-eaters who left bones nowhere, turning everywhere they went into rivers of blood and fields of corpses.

30 minutes later.

The car stopped back at the entrance.

Ma Bin pushed open the car door and walked quickly toward the room interior; before even entering, he saw a head rolling at the doorway — it was Zheng Laoda's head.

The headless corpse remained tied to the chair, the neck showing a bowl-sized wound, blood soaking the clothes red.

Joy flashed in Ma Bin's eyes; he stepped over Zheng Laoda's head, entered the room, his cold gaze circling a full week — yet he only saw 【Online】 still sitting steadily at the wall base, fiddling with a phone in hand.

Ma Bin: "???"

Where is the Lame Man's corpse?

The Lame Man didn't come — then who cut off Zheng Laoda's head? So he did come, yet escaped from 【Online】's hands?

Ma Bin's heart sank slightly; his face turned black as he asked: "You let the Lame Man escape; looks like I still underestimated his strength — had I known, I should have pulled those E Corpse Cult disciples into this operation too."

Feng Mu's pupils shrank slightly; he asked in surprise: "E Corpse Cult disciples?"

Ma Bin replied: "Mm, disguised as a group of black market merchants, collecting black cores from cremated E Corpses, purpose unknown — long story, but also trouble the Lame Man provoked."

While answering, Ma Bin's brows knotted into a lump; not a single table or chair in this room was overturned — it really didn't look like a fierce fight had happened.

Ma Bin sensed something wrong; he abruptly turned his head to look at the wall corner — 【Online】 was playing with his phone; is this the time to be playing with a phone?

Ma Bin licked his lips, voice hoarse as he asked: "Did you deliberately let the Lame Man go?"

Feng Mu's fingertips were nimble, spinning the phone like a pen: "I didn't let him go; after he cut off the corpse's head, he was kept by me."

Ma Bin's eyes widened: "Kept? Where is the person?"

Feng Mu gave Ma Bin a meaningful look, then glanced at Ma Wei shrinking behind, and said faintly: "Isn't it possible he's right before your eyes, only you haven't seen him?"

Ma Bin was stunned; looking at 【Online】 who didn't seem to be joking, his heart gave a heavy thump, an utterly absurd thought surfacing in his mind.

Ma Wei didn't understand; he stared his eyes out at the empty floor, completely baffled.

What does this mean? The corpse is right before your eyes yet unseen — did the corpse turn invisible, or turn into air? Worthy of 【Destiny】 — their corpse disposal methods are hair-raising.

Feng Mu stopped spinning the phone; fingertips lightly swiped the screen, dialing a number back.

Buzz-buzz-buzz —

Ma Bin, who always prided himself on scheming with his brain, felt his scalp go numb at this moment; his fingers stiffly fished out his phone — the screen showed an incoming call with the contact note 【Lame Man】 flashing.

Ma Bin pressed answer; the Lame Man's rather recognizable hoarse voice came through: "Hello, first meeting, let's get reacquainted…"

Ma Bin watched 【Online】 gently remove the black mask, revealing a pale boneless mask without features; the latter was altering his voice, switching back and forth between two voices.

He spoke into the phone, and also to himself: "You may call me 【Mask】, or you may call me 【Lame Man】 — as you please."

Please your ass — Ma Bin hung up with a face full of black lines, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Good news: the Lame Man kept the appointment, and he was thoroughly dealt with by 【Online·Mask】; he no longer needs to worry about this scourge;

Bad news: the method of dealing with him exceeded his imagination — 【Mask】 and 【Lame Man】 have merged into one, and even became the 【Online】 directly managing him.

If Ma Bin was a face full of black lines and numb scalp, then Ma Wei was pale as paper, his whole person about to split open on the spot.

What the hell?

Bin Ge turning into a 【Destiny】 Extremist member was one thing.

What, the cripple big shot also plays shapeshifting? People of 【Destiny】 all like playing shapeshifting, huh.

Fine, you two are both 【Destiny】's, you two share the same interests and hobbies, I can't afford to offend you, but why do you two have to play right in front of me, have you considered me sandwiched in the middle, having to flip-flop my stance, how am I supposed to wrap things up in the end?

Ma Wei's day was too full of ups and downs, his heart truly couldn't take it, his eyes rolled back, his whole person stiffly toppled backward, fainting dead away.

The two cast a pitying glance at Ma Wei, then looked at each other.

Long Time,

Ma Bin broke the silence: "Since you are the cripple, why didn't you just say so the moment you entered?"

Feng Mu: "The play you painstakingly arranged, I had to let you finish acting it out, so as not to let your efforts go to waste."

Ma Bin gritted his teeth: "Mask, your personality seems a bit vicious."

Feng Mu laughed heartily: "Mutual, mutual."

Ma Bin pinched his brow bone hard, he originally still had a bit of worry that the dispatched 【Shangxian】 would be hard to get along with, now he completely doesn't need to worry anymore.

But 【Destiny】's rule is that 【Shangxian】 is above heaven, he can only obey and accommodate 【Shangxian】's personality, at least, if 【Shangxian】 is this person, there is absolutely no need to doubt his capability.

Feng Mu didn't make things difficult for Ma Bin anymore, presumably this one show of authority was enough to subdue this treacherous 【Xiaxian】.

Thus,

He suppressed his excited emotions and asked in a deep voice: "Where are my goods?"

Ma Bin adjusted his emotions very quickly, his complexion regained calm, took out the statue from his bosom, held it respectfully in his palm with both hands and passed it over, his mouth murmuring: "Everything is a gift from Fate!"

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