Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 612 The Uncrowned King, the Advantage Lies With Me?!
I gently rubbed my slightly itchy eye sockets with my fingertips, but the itching not only did not subside, but instead felt like tiny insects crawling under my skin, bringing a deeper, more tingling itch.

Feng Mu decided to visit the prison warden, Qian Huan; how could he miss his company on such a joyous occasion?

Of course, Feng Mu was not surprised by Qian Huan's awakening; it was a part of his carefully crafted script that had been pre-planned.

It would be best if Li Hanyu could wake Qian Huan up, but if he couldn't, he would still try to wake her up at the right time.

Allowing the venom to secretly parasitize Qian Huan's body was Feng Mu's backup plan.

From the very beginning, Feng Mu's goal was not to kill Qian Huan; he was not such a cold-blooded person.

He never coveted the warden's position because he knew his shortcomings better than anyone else—no connections, no experience, and too young.

Even if Qian Huan dies, the warden's "crown" will never fall on his head.

He doesn't need the crown to fall on his own head; he just needs it not to fall on anyone else's.

Only in this way can he become the uncrowned king of the Second Prison.

Oh ~
The crown can remain on Qian Huan's head!

After all, only his head can move, so it's perfect for him to wear a crown, and that's all he can do.

Standing motionless, he truly lived up to his reputation as the most handsome member of the Second Prison!
Originally, Feng Mu wasn't entirely certain that his plan would succeed, but the ever-increasing progress bar on the system interface was undoubtedly the strongest evidence.

For Feng Mu, the system's most valuable function is far more than just upgrading and strengthening.

It's more like a lighthouse in the night, guiding his course forward.

Whenever he needed to confirm whether he was on the right track, the flashing system prompts were the best compass.

Just as he became a guiding light for his sister, the system, in the darkness, also illuminated the fastest path to the bottom of the abyss for him.

grateful! ! !

As Feng Mu sat in the car after leaving the prison, he suddenly received another phone call.

It was Ma Bin calling. He told him some good news over the phone—he had caught a big fish and wanted to invite him to see a show together. He also gave him the coordinates of the location.

Feng Mu fell into deep thought and hesitated inside the car:

"Both invitations are offers, so which one should I prioritize?"

.........

Feng Ju's shoes were practically welded to the accelerator pedal as he sped along, carrying the special envoy, recklessly running red lights.

The car came to a stop just in front of the abandoned factory's iron gate after the tires screeched as they scraped against the gravel road, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"The special envoy has arrived; he should be in this area."

Feng Ju turned off the engine and got out of the car.

The phone only gave them the final location coordinates, but not how to get there. They had to figure it out themselves, since there was no phone navigation in the underground shaft.

After searching the overgrown factory area for about ten minutes, the two finally found a manhole cover next to a rusted steel frame.

"here."

Feng Ju gave a reminder, then spread his five fingers and gripped the protruding edge of the manhole cover like steel claws.

The miniature engine inside the robotic arm emitted a deep hum, and the hydraulic system was instantly pressurized!
"Crunch—Bang!!"

The cast iron manhole cover, almost rusted to the ground, was forcibly lifted upwards, bringing with it a large patch of sticky mud and concrete fragments.

A strong, pungent odor, a mixture of rotting organic matter and chemical waste, wafted out, almost suffocating the senses.

Without the slightest hesitation, Feng Ju nodded to the special envoy.

Then, he leaped into the air, his figure instantly swallowed up by the thick darkness below, with only a soft "plop" sound of landing.

The special envoy stood at the edge of the well, his brows furrowed in worry.

This wasn't his first time going down into a sewer, but this time it really stank.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his instinctive disgust, and then carefully took out a pair of brass knuckles from his inner pocket.

The brass knuckles have a restrained and deep reddish-gold color throughout, not the gaudy color of gold, but more like the unique luster of some ancient alloy that has been precipitated over the years.

The design is simple and unadorned, but the connection between the ring and the knuckles is etched with densely packed, twisted, tadpole-shaped characters.

These characters faintly emanated a very faint, cold, ghostly light, pulsating slightly like a living thing.

The tiger-shaped insignia, also known as the "Zhen" in Chinese, has an unclear origin, but judging from the scribbles on it, one can guess that it probably came from some hidden sect.

After many twists and turns, it was eventually acquired by the Song family.

Since the Song family took a liking to this brass tiger and collected it, it's clear that this brass tiger is no ordinary item.

Indeed, this is true; these brass knuckle dusters have the power to break through evil spirits and suppress evil.

Gang refers to Gang Qi, which is an invisible barrier formed by martial arts experts at the peak of the sixth rank or above, who refine their own vast blood and qi through countless trials and tribulations, and release it outward. It is as hard as refined steel and integrates offense and defense.

This brass knuckle duster contains a strange energy field that can easily tear through protective energy.

Although it only "breaks through defenses" and cannot cause deeper damage, this alone is enough to prove its excellence, making it a powerful weapon for turning the tide against opponents of higher levels.

The meaning of "镇邪" is self-evident: it has a remarkable effect in suppressing evil spirits and filth.

Of course, against a real evil ritual, these brass knuckles would become nothing more than plastic toys, but if they are merely a parasite of an evil ritual, they are at most just past their infancy.

Then these brass knuckles are truly dedicated killing weapons.

The special envoy slowly slipped the knuckle duster onto his finger. The cold metallic touch sent a strange and powerful force enveloping his fist, as if dyeing it a noble crimson gold.

He clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles making a slight popping sound.

"With just one punch, [Masked] will have to kneel at my feet."

The special envoy was full of confidence.

This confidence stems from the profound heritage of our sacred lineage and from meticulous preparation.

In his study in the afternoon, he dissected every frame of [Mask] in the sewers into hundreds of data slices.

He figured out every detail of the opponent's strange movements, his ability to manipulate shadows, and the instant his bones mutated.

In other words, no one understands [Mask] better than him!

The other party, however, knew nothing about him or the power of those brass knuckles.

He has the advantage in intelligence, the advantage in equipment, and the advantage in martial arts realm.

The special envoy couldn't figure out how he could possibly lose.
Moreover, to prevent any unexpected setbacks, the special envoy even made ample "contingency reserves".

"Even if [Masked]'s true strength is 50% greater than what he shows on the live stream, he still wouldn't last three rounds against me!"

With a firm resolve, the special envoy did not hesitate any longer and jumped into the well.

However, just moments after the echo of the earth hitting the ground in the well dissipated, two figures silently appeared at the edge of the well.

The two figures, one tall and one short, have blurred outlines, like entities emerging directly from the shadows.

The tall one was as thin as a bamboo pole, the short one was hunched over, and their two faces appeared withered and waxy yellow in the night, like aged amber. They had no expression, only a cruel, eerie light flickering deep in their eyes.

Without exchanging a word, the two looked at each other and jumped into the well together.

It landed without a sound, blending perfectly into the darkness of the sewer.

The special envoy was completely unaware of the malice lurking in the darkness behind him, and simply followed closely in Feng Ju's footsteps.

He had already told Feng Ju the coordinates, so naturally, Feng Ju was the one to handle the task of navigating underground.

"Keep your voice down! Turn your flashlights down to the lowest setting!" the special envoy instructed, frowning, afraid that Feng Ju would make a noise and scare away Li Xiang and [Masked] in the sewer.

Feng Ju did not turn around, but silently did as instructed.

The flashlight beam instantly narrowed to illuminate only a small area underfoot, and the footsteps were deliberately slowed and softened.

The already pitifully low visibility instantly dropped to a level where you could barely see your hand in front of your face.

A suffocating, viscous darkness surged in from all directions, as if to drag the two of them into the abyss of darkness.

Time crawled slowly amidst the oppression and stench; a quarter of an hour felt like an eternity.

Suddenly, Feng Ju turned off the flashlight, his voice carrying a barely perceptible tension:

"Special Envoy, the coordinates should be not far ahead."

The special envoy tapped the frame lightly, and the lenses immediately emitted a faint green light. He skillfully adjusted the focus, and the world in the mirror instantly became as clear as day.

"Follow."

With a low voice giving instructions, he silently stepped in front of Feng Ju, becoming the vanguard to explore the way.

Feng Ju was pleased that the special envoy was walking ahead, so he deliberately paused for two seconds, keeping a distance of about five or six meters from the special envoy, in order to prevent himself from being blown up by the explosion later.

He held his breath, tensed all his muscles, and focused intently.

"The detonation point is right ahead. It should be able to kill the special envoy directly. Yes, it should definitely kill him."

Feng Ju kept encouraging himself in his heart.

Because they were unsure of the special envoy's actual combat capabilities, they adopted the safest approach: instead of engaging the special envoy in battle, they simply bombed him to death.

This method was so reliable that Feng Ju couldn't think of any reason why it would fail.

It's just ahead, just ahead.

Feng Ju calculated the distance in his mind and silently counted down the time.

Fifty meters... forty meters... thirty meters...

The distance was rapidly shrinking in the silent countdown.

Twenty meters... fifteen meters... ten meters...

Feng Ju's pupils contracted to their maximum size in the darkness, and adrenaline surged wildly in his blood vessels.

"5-4-3-"

The countdown in my heart has entered its final sprint!
It's now!

Feng Ju stopped abruptly, his eyes flashing with a sinister light, a hysterical roar rising in his heart:

"Bomb it!!!"

He could almost see the flames shooting into the sky, blasting the arrogant figure of the special envoy to smithereens.

1 seconds.

There was a deathly silence, broken only by the dripping sound of sewage.

2 seconds.

The special envoy, oblivious to everything, continued walking slowly, suspiciously scanning the surrounding pipes.

3 seconds.

...nothing happened.

The anticipated devastating storm did not arrive.

There was no explosion, no fire, no shockwave, only the unchanging, suffocating silence and stench of the sewers.

The special envoy stopped in his tracks, slowly turned around, and his handsome face was now so gloomy it seemed to drip water.

He glared at Feng Ju, who was a little distance away, and questioned him in a sinister tone:

"Is this the place? Where is everyone? Where is Li Xiang? Where is [Masked]?!"

Feng Ju was dumbfounded: "???"

You ask me, but who am I supposed to ask? I want to know more about people than you do. Where are they all?
Feng Ju's mind was in complete chaos, as if it were stuffed into a tangled mess, and he had no idea where the problem was.

No, what about an explosion?

What happened to the plan to blow up the special envoy?
I brought everyone here, why aren't we blowing them up?

Seeing Feng Ju's dumbfounded expression, mouth agape and unable to utter a single word, the special envoy said in a cold voice:

"You useless piece of trash, you led us the wrong way, didn't you?"

As a seasoned constable, Feng Ju was competent in checking maps and confirming coordinates.

How could he possibly make such a basic mistake?

He opened his mouth: "Impossible, the coordinates are clearly here."

The next second, as if in response to Feng Ju's sophistry, a sudden explosion rang out: "BOOM!!!"

In an instant, the entire underground shaft shook violently, and sticky moss, condensed water droplets, and concrete fragments fell like a torrential rain from the arched walls overhead.

It's easy to imagine how terrifying the explosion's magnitude was.

But the problem is... they bombed the wrong place!!!
The explosion did not occur at the special envoy's feet, but rather a hundred meters or so further ahead, where a flash of light appeared.

A violent shockwave and scorching heat, carrying the strong smell of gunpowder and an even stronger stench of sewers, surged forth like an invisible tsunami through the winding pipes.

The wind made Feng Ju and the special envoy's clothes flutter wildly, almost causing them to lose their balance.

The moment the explosion occurred, the special envoy glared fiercely at Feng Ju, cursed him as "useless," and then rushed toward the location of the explosion.

Feng Ju's mind was buzzing, and he couldn't help but fall into self-doubt:
"Could it be that I really did lead you the wrong way?"

No, if I really led you the wrong way, then why did you have to explode? The special envoy is right here, what the hell are you exploding?

Is it going to explode in the air?!

A million grass mud horses galloped through Feng Ju's mind, and only three words kept echoing in his head:

"Air burst? Air burst? Air—burst—?!!"

He really couldn't guess what Li Xiang and the others were up to, he was only certain that the special envoy couldn't have been killed in the bombing, and the plan had completely failed.

His face darkened, and he suddenly turned sharply and ran wildly back the way he came.

It doesn't matter that the special envoy is alive; his only way out is to race against time to get back to the villa.

The parchment scroll must be found before the special envoy returns.

Then, Feng Ju had run less than ten meters when he suddenly felt a chilling wind brush past his ears and temples, and goosebumps rose on his face as if he had been electrocuted.

He stared wide-eyed in horror as he discovered that two ghostly figures seemed to float out from the rusted pipe walls on either side.

The speed is unbelievably fast!
Almost the instant he saw the ghostly figure, one of its faces—a sallow, withered old face resembling aged corpse skin—was already close at hand.

The putrid stench emanating from the wrinkles assaulted his nostrils, and the withered lips parted and closed against the tip of his nose, making a rustling sound like sandpaper rubbing against dry bones.

"Little kid, instead of going forward to join the fun, why... are you running back?"

(End of this chapter)