Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 603 With a face that seems to defy all rules, is he truly unrestrained?

Li Xiang's back tensed instantly, and his knuckles clenched silently under the table.

Before he could even speak, Chang Erbing slammed his hand on the table and stood up with a bang:

"Captain Feng, what the hell do you mean by being sarcastic?"

Feng Ju didn't even lift his eyelids, but merely glanced at Chang Erbing with the same look he had on a dead object, finally fixing his gaze on Li Xiang's face, and said with a forced smile:
"Captain Li, tell the guys next door not to be so tense. The wall is thin, and I can hear them breathing very hard."

As he spoke, he very naturally reached out, picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a piece of oily stir-fried meat, and brought it to his mouth.

The moment he picked up his chopsticks, Li Xiang's right hand had already secretly slid under the table, his palm touching the cold metal.

The gun barrel was pointed precisely at Feng Ju's chest through the table, ready to be pulled without hesitation if the other party made any unusual move.

Li Xiang himself was unaware that, on the one hand, he looked down on Feng Ju, feeling that this father was far less capable than his son, and on the other hand, he had a strange sense of apprehension towards Feng Ju.

It's hard to say whether this apprehension stemmed from the fact that the other person's facial features were too similar to Feng Mu's.

Feng Ju seemed oblivious, put the slice of meat into his mouth, and chewed it a couple of times.

Then, with a furrowed brow and a bobbing Adam's apple, he spat out the chewed meat scraps onto the empty plate in front of him.

After his resurrection, his sense of taste seemed to have undergone some kind of change. What ordinary people considered delicious tasted like rotten swill to him, with every bite carrying a nauseating fishy smell.

It's getting harder and harder to swallow, but I can't not eat, or I'll get hungry.

Feng Ju put down his chopsticks in annoyance, met Li Xiang's fiery gaze, and said with a dangerous smile:

"Don't fire. I don't know if I'll die once the gun goes off, but at this distance, you'll definitely die."

The air froze instantly.

Li Xiang's breath hitched, and in a daze, he seemed to return to that rainy day when Feng Mu first visited his home.

Damn, Feng Ju's face is almost unfair!

Li Xiang's palms, gripping the gun handle, instantly became damp with cold sweat, sticky and slippery.

He didn't know where Feng Ju's confidence came from. Was it the mechanical arm that gleamed with cold metallic light? Or was there some hidden trump card that he didn't know about?
But his detective instincts told him that Feng Ju wasn't bluffing.

Are they truly certain that once the gun goes off, they will be the ones to die?
Damn, is Feng Ju's martial arts skill really that high?
A tremendous sense of shock and chilling fear coiled around Li Xiang's heart like a venomous snake. His index finger, which was on the trigger, remained frozen, unable to move.

Feng Ju's face, which looks like he's committing a foul, is putting too much pressure on him.

Seeing the surprise and uncertainty in Li Xiang's eyes, Feng Ju secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't come here to kill Li Xiang; on the contrary, he came to seek cooperation.

However, this act of feigned pressure was necessary to make his subsequent words more impactful and persuasive to Li Xiang, and also to gain some control in the upcoming collaboration.

Feng Ju thought he was a talented actor, but little did he know that he was a popular celebrity who relied on his looks.

He took a deep breath, leaned forward slightly, and lowered his voice considerably:

"Captain Li, don't misunderstand. This meal isn't something I wanted to treat you to; rather, the special envoy asked me to do it for you."

After saying that, he stared intently at Li Xiang and said, word by word:

"Captain Li, do you understand what I mean?"

A chilling coldness instantly shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, making Li Xiang feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

His throat felt like it was blocked by rough sandpaper, so dry that he couldn't make a sound.

"You...what exactly do you want to say?"

"hehe--"

Feng Ju let out a short, cold laugh, full of mockery.

"Captain Li is a smart man, so why pretend to be stupid?"

He leaned back, arms crossed over his chest, the mechanical arm reflecting a cold, eerie light under the lamp, and continued:
"Before I arrived, a maid had just died at the special envoy's villa. Captain Li is a brilliant detective, why don't you try to deduce how that maid died?"

Li Xiang's heart sank.

Feng Ju's voice continued:
"I'm not really sure what's written on the parchment scrolls you gave to the special envoy."

But one thing I saw very clearly was that the special envoy was extremely satisfied with your gift, so satisfied that he wished you were dead right then and there.

Chang Erbing was so frightened that he let out a cry of "Ah!" and slumped back into his chair, his face ashen and his lips trembling, unable to utter a word.

Li Xiang's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

He forced himself to calm down, gritted his teeth, and squeezed out the question:

"You're talking nonsense. If the special envoy really ordered you to kill me, why didn't you just do it yourself instead of telling me?"

This was Li Xiang's last struggle, trying to grasp at a logical loophole.

Seeing that Li Xiang still clung to hope, Feng Ju sneered, but his words were like knives:

"The special envoy said that if I kill you, I'll be the only candidate to become the police chief!"

He stared intently into Li Xiang's eyes and asked, word by word:

"Captain Li, do you think I should listen to the special envoy?"

Before Li Xiang could answer, Feng Ju gave a self-deprecating laugh and gave his reply:
I don't think so!

“Even if I kill you, I still won’t be able to become the chief, because…”

He pointed at Li Xiang, then at himself:
"I'll be next!"

Li Xiang gripped the gun, tightening and loosening his grip repeatedly. He glared at Feng Ju with murderous eyes, signaling him to continue.

Feng Ju snorted coldly and spoke the truth:
"It's not that I don't want to kill you, it's not that I want to save you, I just want to save myself. Our lives are now damn intertwined!"

"Captain Li, you're now a renowned 'super detective' in District Nine, so do you think my explanation will convince you?"

Chang Erbing abruptly turned to Li Xiang, his pupils trembling violently. Like a drowning man grasping at a straw, he desperately pleaded with his eyes for a denial—even a slight shake of the head would be enough.

Li Xiang's silence was like a heavy hammer blow.

The private room fell into a deathly silence, time seemed to stretch out, and every second was filled with suffocating pressure.

For a long time, it felt like an eternity.

Li Xiang let out a long breath and said to Chang Erbing in a deep voice:

"Tell the guys not to stand there, let's all enjoy our midnight snack."

Chang Erbing trembled, his lips moved a few times, and he staggered out of the private room.

In the two private rooms next door, pressed against the wall, holding their breath, were the elite gunmen of the Green Wolf Gang arranged by Ma Bin.

Their orders were: if there was any unusual noise in the private room, especially gunshots, rush in immediately, save Li Xiang at all costs, and take care of Feng Ju!

Murdering a police station captain, especially a special envoy, was something the police station's own people couldn't easily do themselves; only someone arranged by Ma Bin could do it, making it easier to clean up the mess afterwards. Chang Erbing pushed open the door and walked in, leaning close to Ma Bin's ear, his voice trembling, as he quickly recounted what had happened in the private room.

Ma Bin's originally calm face immediately turned extremely solemn, and a cold glint flashed behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

At the same time, Feng Ju and Li Xiang sat in the private room, staring at each other coldly.

Li Xiang's hand, which had been gripping the gun, seemed to have all its strength drained away as he slowly pulled it out from under the table.

He picked up the cheap, rough porcelain wine pot on the table and poured himself a full glass of baijiu.

Without greeting Feng Ju, he tilted his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, and drank the spicy, throat-irritating liquid in the cup in one gulp.

"Cough...cough..."

The strong alcohol made him cough violently a few times, and an unnatural flush appeared on his face.

He slammed the empty glass down on the table, sneering repeatedly.
"I always thought that the position of police chief was either yours or mine... Now it seems that we were both wrong, terribly wrong!"

"This seat...neither of us can sit here! Neither of us can sit here! Haha..."

Laughter echoed in the small private room, and Feng Ju's expression was equally complex and indescribable.

Li Xiang stopped laughing, his eyes bloodshot, like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair once again.
"So what? Captain Feng, tell me what the purpose of all this is. You can't just want me to sit here with you and wait to die, can you?"

"Waiting to die?"

Feng Ju seemed to be stung by the word, and he slammed his fist on the table, making the cups, plates and bowls clang loudly.

"I don't want to die, and I can't die!"

Feng Ju exuded a sinister killing intent, his voice distorted and hoarse, carrying a morbid madness:

"So, I'm going to kill the special envoy. Hmm, I need you to help me kill the special envoy."

"what?!"

Li Xiang gasped, his pupils instantly shrinking to pinpoints, and a chill ran down his spine.

Even though he had prepared for the worst, he never expected that Feng Ju's "self-preservation" methods would be so crazy.

Killing the special envoy outright is, in a sense, tantamount to tearing open the city's defenses.
Li Xiang originally thought that their kidnapping of Secretary Hou and staging of a play was already incredibly audacious, but he never expected that Feng Ju would be even more so.
No, Feng Ju isn't the special envoy's dog at all; he's clearly a mad dog too. No wonder he's his best friend's father!

Li Xiang: "Are you crazy? Do you know what kind of status a special envoy has in Shangcheng?"

The madness on Feng Ju's face subsided slightly, but the determination in his eyes remained undiminished. He answered honestly:
"I don't know the special envoy's exact identity, but anyone from the upper city must be a very important figure. But he wants me dead, and he wants you dead too!"

Feng Ju's voice suddenly rose, and he snarled:
“I have no choice. Either he dies, or we die. From the moment you presented that parchment, there was no third option.”

Or, tell me, how should we choose?

Li Xiang opened his mouth, then suddenly closed his eyes, and a moment later, opened them again.

In those eyes, all hesitation and struggle were replaced by a more primal and violent will to survive.

"you're right!"

Li Xiang gritted his teeth, his mouth filled with the taste of blood:
"If he doesn't die, we all will!"

Feng Ju finally felt relieved of his last worry. What he feared most was that Li Xiang would be terrified by the name of Shangcheng and would rather die than dare to resist.

After all, there's a difference between one person dying and the whole family dying.

Li Xiang's quick understanding was somewhat unexpected, saving him the trouble of trying to persuade him.

Feng Ju's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and his tone softened a bit, but the sense of urgency remained undiminished:

"We can't afford to waste a single moment. We have to kill the special envoy before he discovers my betrayal."

Of course, the countdown in front of him was going on non-stop, so how could he not race against time?

Li Xiang nodded emphatically, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, but he interrupted Feng Ju first:
“Special envoys are not easy to kill. The two of us alone are not enough, far from enough. We need other people to help us.”

Li Xiang stood up, opened the door, and called Chang Erbing and Ma Bin in.

We're all good brothers, so we have to do things that could cost us our lives together. Nobody can stay out of it.

Li Xiang first gave Feng Ju a brief introduction of Ma Bin, and then explained the perilous nature of the current situation to the two of them in detail.

With each word spoken, the air in the private room seemed to freeze a little more.

After explaining the situation, Li Xiang suddenly turned to look at Feng Ju and earnestly requested:
“Captain Feng, I don’t think the four of us are enough to handle this. It would be best if we could bring your son, Feng Mu, along too. The people around him are no ordinary people.”

Li Xiang genuinely believed that if Feng Mu could be brought into the project, the success rate would increase by at least 20%.

Upon hearing this, Feng Ju's face instantly darkened. He resolutely refused, his voice firm and leaving no room for negotiation:
"No! Absolutely not! We can't call him Feng Mu!"

What a joke! His fear of his "son" is now greater than his fear of the special envoy.

How could he possibly involve Feng Mu again? Once Feng Mu got involved, he wouldn't be able to control how things would develop.

After all, there's a very high chance that his own son is a monster, and a madman at that.

His behavior is completely unpredictable.

Seeing Feng Ju's intense reaction, Li Xiang's eyes flashed with a hint of regret, but he quickly felt relieved.

He mistakenly believed that Feng Ju, as a father, was ultimately unwilling to involve his only son in this dangerous vortex.

Although the father and son seem to have a bad relationship, they actually still care about each other.

Li Xiang could only nod helplessly: "Fine, then we'll have to rely on ourselves."

The four men sat at the table and began to discuss their plan to kill the special envoy.

"The security force surrounding the special envoy."

"Floor plan of the villa."

"His daily routine is very regular."

"Assessment of the individual combat capabilities of the special envoy."

Each key piece of information was scrutinized and discussed intensely.

Time slipped away quietly amidst the tense and oppressive atmosphere of the conspiracy.

Halfway through the discussion, Feng Ju paused, his gaze sweeping over Li Xiang, Chang Erbing, and Ma Bin, and then, quite naturally, spoke with feeling:
"By the way, that parchment scroll...you should have a backup, right? What kind of eerie things are recorded on it? Could I take a look?"

Seeing the suspicious looks from the three men, Feng Ju explained calmly:
"Perhaps we'll all end up dying at the hands of the special envoy, then I should at least know why I'm dying, so I can die knowing the truth, right?"

He looked at the three of them with a frank expression, a hint of curiosity in his eyes, yet also a casual air, and said:

"Alright, stop hiding it. If you have it, show it to me right away."

(End of this chapter)