As Feng Mu diverted his hatred while burying the bodies, Ma Bin was busy hanging up the phone.
First, he recorded everything the other person was blackmailing him for in his notebook.
He was always prudent in his actions, even when he had no intention of keeping his promise, thinking about betraying and killing to eliminate witnesses; he would still prepare everything as expected.
Staring at his notebook for a while, Ma Bin’s eyes showed a hint of suspicion: "I understand the unsequenced cash and lted gold, but why demand Black Core?"
Ma Bin didn’t know much about Black Core, but he had heard that it was dirty stuff left behind after burning Calamity Corpses.
Ma Bin frowned: "I’ve never heard of this stuff having any special value?"
Despite his suspicion, since the man swore that the black market stockpile had buyers, he would send a subordinate to find them.
"100 pounds is quite a lot; is it related to Evil Sacrifice or..."
Ma Bin’s sharp mind imdiately thought of the ruined evil altar in the school’s warehouse. Anyway, he kept this matter in mind and planned to explore the secret of Black Core after solving the current situation.
Ma Bin also thought: "So his encounter with Huang Mao wasn’t rely coincidental."
Ma Bin picked up the list and glanced at Feng Mu’s information, which clearly recorded that Feng Mu had worked in the incineration plant burning Calamity Corpses after dropping out.
"Huang Mao was tracking and monitoring Feng Mu, hence being near the incineration plant."
"The real culprit wanted to buy Black Core, thus he also appeared near the incineration plant."
"It’s even possible that the real culprit obtained Black Core from the corpse incinerators."
"Coincidentally, Huang Mao’s actions were seen by the real culprit, who guessed sothing and then called . Impersonating Feng Mu might have been a spur-of-the-mont idea, explaining the clumsy lie."
Ma Bin connected the clues, now severely suspecting that if soone imdiately tied Feng Mu and brought him in for questioning, they might directly ask for characteristics of the real culprit.
Of course, Ma Bin didn’t suspect Feng Mu’s involvent; he rely thought the real culprit had a high chance of buying Black Core from Feng Mu, who might have seen the culprit’s true face.
As soon as this thought arose, Ma Bin imdiately extinguished it.
"We can’t move on Feng Mu, nor should we send people after Huang Mao after their deaths, lest the real culprit suspects my investigation and acts rashly."
Ma Bin, with his heavy suspicion, judged others by himself, believing the real culprit would likely monitor Feng Mu from behind to indirectly observe his movents.
Verifying whether he kept his word and didn’t investigate the culprit’s identity.
"Thus, the na Feng Mu is a deliberate bait by the real culprit, a probing trap." Ma Bin thought quickly, coldly sneered, "Truly an insidious fellow."
So, Ma Bin picked up the list and crossed Feng Mu’s na from the list of suspects with a pen.
Ma Bin licked his dry lips, cynically thinking: "Left on the list are still fifty nas, enough to stimulate the Patrol Office’s nerves, removing one family mber doesn’t matter much, the fire can still burn brightly."
The only problem is that the plan was set to ignite this fire by Boss Zheng himself seven days later.
The thod is already in place; once Boss Zheng’s deadline arrives, he’ll go to confess, claiming he couldn’t find the real killer, just a list narrowing to fifty people.
Then he’d complain bitterly, blaming the Patrol Office Deputy Li Shang for constant obstruction warnings.
And then, spicing things up, Boss Zheng, stimulated by alcohol, would inevitably lose control, crazily ordering his gang to kidnap everyone on the list and interrogating them one by one to find his son’s murderer in the most primitive way."
At that ti, Boss Zheng’s path to death is paved, and Ma Bin can instigate Li Shang, whose reputation has been shattered, also enraged, into a dog-eat-dog battle with Boss Zheng.
The outco would be Boss Zheng’s tragic death, and Ma Bin would co forward to clean up the ss, rise to power, and build a closer relationship with Li Shang through Boss Zheng’s death.
In this process, although he might suffer so physical pain on the day of confession, the gain outweighs the pain.
Ma Bin considered his design flawless, with every piece of the puzzle moving according to his script.
But he truly hadn’t anticipated an outsider, the real killer, to show up uninvited, disrupting his entire plan.
In Ma Bin’s sche, the least important role was the real killer; this was just a guise for his stage. How did he erge trying to act like a lead character, wanting to take center stage?"
Ma Bin grew increasingly frustrated, feeling forced to adapt to last-minute changes, ssing up the entire theatrical sequence, speeding up the entire act.
From solidly marking each step, to frantically running like being on fire, it undoubtedly increased Ma Bin’s operational difficulty.
As for whether he could advance the entire plan seven days ahead untouched.
Ma Bin wouldn’t be stupid, bringing soup to the table before it’s properly cooked won’t taste good.
This is as sensical as going to the toilet when ready versus going prematurely; from Ma Bin’s understanding of Boss Zheng, the latter seems furious, playing won to death each day, but still retains rationality, far from losing control like being ready for the toilet.
When the gatekeeper is killed, then it’s about ti~
Probably need a week more; a pity the real killer’s intrusion forces Ma Bin not to wait for natural escalation, he must hurriedly serve the soup.
Or else, he fears soone will spill the pot lid and expose everything.
No one really trusts a murderer’s sincerity, right?~
"Enough, this is as good as it gets. Thinking further is useless, an arrow released cannot be retracted. I’ll use soone else’s words to convey Boss Zheng’s order to abduct those 50 people to the gang."
Ma Bin suppressed his irritation and calmly thought of a solution.
Ma Bin hadn’t passed the civil service exam, his Martial Arts skill was terrible, but his academic scores were good, he loved reading.
So, he knew that this act used to be called "Issuing False Orders" in the ancient New Era.
"And I already placed soone by Boss Zheng’s side for this purpose, didn’t I?" Ma Bin rhetorically asked himself, chuckled coldly, with a venomous glint in his eyes.
Of course, not today; today is too rushed; at least two days for final preparations.
Knock knock knock... a knock on the door.
"Bin, Deputy Li Shang from the Patrol Office is here again," his trusted aide Qian Hao entered with a gloomy face.
Ma Bin’s expression also darkened, his restored mood flared again.
He sneered: "Both want to eat Cyan Wolf Gang’s flesh and drink its blood, just one is a one-ti deal, a harsh cut, while the other slices a bit daily, treating us as a long-term al ticket."
Qian Hao, equally indignant, froze: "What do you an, there’s another one?"
"So, I sche for promotion just to feed two wolves, enjoying nothing but fa, is it?" Ma Bin’s heart bled, but for long-term gain, he forced a smile.
Greed is good!
Only mutual greed allows enticing them to fight each other, thus enabling him to rise and divide the at.
Fake smile as he went to et Li Shang, instructing Qian Hao before leaving: "Go to the black market, find the Black Core traders, if found..."
Ma Bin gave Qian Hao a bank card, then patted the knife hidden under his waistband, whispered so instructions.
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