Feng Mu felt the lingering terror of Ma Wei through the continuous text ssages.
The biggest secret was uncovered, the identity of a traitor was exposed, Ma Wei was obviously terrified and desperately wanted to confide in the person he trusted the most.
Feng Mu could hardly imagine what kind of feelings Ma Wei, hiding in a restroom stall, was experiencing to consider him his closest and most trusted confidant?
It’s not like your identity was exposed~
Doesn’t that make the video I have on you less threatening? Yet, why do you persistently report back to ?
Bad news, the traitor is out of control;
Good news, I’ve beco the traitor’s emotional support.
Bad news, the spy is exposed;
Good news, the enemy didn’t plant a new spy and even exposed the spy’s exposure.
Looking at a dozen incoming ssages, each filled with dense text, Feng Mu was a bit speechless, the word count was enough for two essays.
He could feel Ma Wei’s genuine reliance on him, after all, when terrified, people instinctively seek out the closest person, and that’s sothing that can’t be faked.
Just like in those past-life TV dramas, the female supporting characters always call their boyfriends first when faced with criminals, instead of the police.
But you’re just a spy I randomly planted, do you really naively think I would co to rescue you?
Feng Mu felt no pity, but the text ssage he composed had a comforting warmth to it.
——Don’t panic, as long as I remain undisclosed outside, Ma Bin will be wary and won’t dare to do anything to you.
——You’re my person, if Ma Bin touches you, it’s like breaking off relations with . As long as he wishes to cooperate with , you’ll not only be safe but also have your position secured.
——Follow his instructions, Zheng Si is dood.
He sent three ssages back.
Ma Wei on the other end was noticeably relieved and stopped bombarding him with those intense ssages. The response was filled with gratitude and praise for his boss, so sincere it brought tears to Feng Mu’s eyes.
Feng Mu put down the phone, pondering Ma Bin’s intentions.
"Since he knows Ma Wei is my person, he could have used him against , but instead he chose to reveal it, is he trying to befriend ?"
"Does he also sense the impending storm, hence more urgently want to turn into a more trustworthy partner?"
"Is he hoping that by not scheming against , I’ll reciprocate during future actions?"
"Of course, there’s another possibility: Ma Bin probably knows I might abandon Ma Wei anyti, so instead of wasting ti plotting him, he uses this insignificant life to play the emotional card with ?"
Feng Mu had to admit, the emotional card probably worked a bit; his trust in Ma Bin increased sowhat.
Approximately from negative 100 to negative 50.
However, simultaneously, Feng Mu’s wariness of Ma Bin intensified significantly, perhaps from positive 100 to positive 1000, considering how cunning and scheming Ma Bin was.
The most crucial thing was, Feng Mu felt Ma Bin and he were the sa type of people, both lie through their teeth, you can’t even trust the punctuation in their words.
Such people, in the short term, may seem less destructive than the ruthless black market traders, but in the long run, they would undoubtedly be far more harmful.
The forr might only kill you, but the latter will not only do that but also make a big deal out of your death.
"Damn, he saw through Ma Wei being my spy right from the start, huh, trying to scare , do you think I’ll believe that?"
Feng Mu chuckled coldly to himself and made a decision.
It wouldn’t hurt to keep a closer cooperative relationship with Ma Bin for now, but once things settled, he must move first to eliminate him.
Zone 9 isn’t that big, having just one silver coin like is enough, having another would make the city officials unable to sleep soundly at night~
a.m.
Feng Mu finished the last round of Body Forging Exercise, lay on the bed, and fell asleep without taking off his clothes.
Daily settlent screen:
[Iron Eater: Rank 2]
[Available absorption trait slots: 2]
[Absorbed traits: Molded Embryo (White)]
[Current consumption slot 1: Pig iron (Edibility 5.7/100%)]
[Current consumption slot 2: Empty]
In the silent night, in the residential building across from Feng Mu’s bedroom window.
Black Face No. 2 dragged a chair over, squatting on it, playing with ants while occasionally glancing across the way.
Due to the distance and drawn curtains, his x-ray vision resembled more a dynamic sketch.
Over and over practicing the Body Forging Exercise until it was battered but continued, while intermittently eating?
Black Face No. 2 couldn’t quite comprehend but didn’t suspect anything, only faintly thinking: "In terms of odd quirks and hobbies, I’m no match for him."
This was Black Face No. 2’s first encounter with soone having more quirks than himself, sparking an indescribable feeling.
Below his chair, a young couple lay in a pool of blood, their eyeless faces turned towards the bed, with an infant lying on a pillow, its eyes intact but forever asleep.
...
April 1, Friday.
In this world, there is no April Fool’s Day, so everything bloodstained truly happened, none were lies.
Feng Mu got up, drew blood, ingested iron, washed up, evacuated, ate breakfast, resembling a person with a normal daily routine and a typical 996 job.
As he biked past Academy 47, from afar he saw several vans parked in the alley across from the school gate, with tightly shut doors, but one could see the cigarette butts glowing inside through the windows.
"The Cyan Wolf Gang is staking out, planning to snatch soone at the school entrance. Tsk tsk, Boss Zheng Si may appear insane, but Ma Bin is fundantally deranged."
Feng Mu did not stop, quickly biking away from the place of trouble.
Inside the van, the most brutal thugs of the Cyan Wolf Gang enviously and jealously watched Ma Wei smoking in the passenger seat.
This guy has beco insanely popular in the gang lately. After Brother Tong’s death, he was favored by Bin, now even appreciated by Boss Zheng, entrusted with full command of such a significant operation.
Ma Wei was truly on the rise, destined to beco known as Brother Wei in the future.
Ma Wei, seeing the look in his underlings’ eyes that said "he could be replaced," felt a mix of emotions. He took a deep drag on the cigarette before glancing at Xiaoli, who played the temporary role of a female driver today.
She returned his gaze with a wooden stare, beneath which lay seething hatred, directed not at him, but at Boss Zheng.
Ma Wei rolled down the window, tossed the cigarette butt out, just in ti to see a cyclist passing by.
With a sideways glance, he found the figure familiar, as if he’d seen him sowhere before.
Looking down at the list, he skimd over a na that had been crossed off, confirming he’d seen the boy in a photo.
Feng Mu, huh? Lucky fellow, he was apparently the last one whose na Bin crossed off.
The original suspect list of 50 can no longer be filled, with only 49 remaining.
Ma Wei inwardly marveled at Feng Mu’s good fortune, while his own life lay on a precarious edge.
Ma Wei opened the car door, stepping out first.
He rembered Brother Tong used to walk at the front, and he would always follow behind. Now, with Brother Tong gone, it was his turn to take the lead.
Ma Wei took a deep breath, his expression turning increasingly cruel and dented, glaring at the crowd behind him with a hoarse low roar:
"49 people, not a single one can be missed, bring them back alive if possible, if not, bring back their bodies. Whoever lets anyone escape, I’ll tear them to pieces for Boss Zheng!"
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