Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 617 That's not how you act as a brother!
"The first pair of eyes is a shadow, the second pair of eyes is the real body!"

The tall, thin old man moved with the agility of a hawk, instantly locking onto the second [mask], a sinister grin spreading across his sallow face:

"[Masked] You finally couldn't hold back anymore and showed yourself."

[Masked] stood still, gently brushing the dust off his waist and abdomen. His clothes were torn, revealing a glimpse of his pale skin.

There was no anger in his voice, only a faint chuckle:
"If someone commits murder, so be it. Why does everyone like to frame me? I have to come out and clarify things, don't I?"

[Masked] paused, then sighed and said:
"Actually, I'm a pretty magnanimous person and don't care if others throw mud at me. However, it's too much for an older brother to kill his younger brother and then frame someone else."

The tall old man frowned, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw another [masked figure] also opening his mouth to speak:
"I really couldn't stand it anymore, because I'm also an older brother, and I have to say—this isn't how an older brother should act..."

The tall old man's cheek twitched, his eyes darkening as if they could drip water, then he roared in fury:

"What a fool! He's nothing but a stinking rat that rolls around in the sewers of the city, unable to see the light of day!"

By sheer luck, I managed to lick some scraps from the evil sacrificial table, which gave me a meager amount of power in return…

His words were utterly contemptuous, and his anger was at its peak. He could not tolerate anyone showing disrespect to his master.
"You dare to bark at us like that? Do you even know who my master is? You know nothing, yet you dare to spout nonsense here?"

The tall old man laughed in fury, his violent and ferocious aura erupting like a real storm, stirring up the thick darkness and pungent stench within the well!

A murderous intent surged within him, and with a stomp of his foot, he pounced forward.

He pressed his palms together, stepped forward, grabbed at [Masked]'s face with one hand, and struck him in the chest with the other.

At the same time, he roared, every word etched into his very bones... loyalty?!

"The fact that we're willing to frame you is an honor bestowed upon you by our young master, a tremendous favor. Otherwise, with a worthless life like yours, how could you possibly be qualified to be associated with Young Master Kuang Yan?"

In the eyes of the tall old man, the special envoy deserved to die a thousand times over, but even in death he was a thousand times more noble than [Masked].

The fact that the "honor" of killing Kuang Yan can now be pinned on [Mask] is not a frame-up, but a charity, an immense blessing that [Mask]'s ancestors could not have obtained even if their graves were emitting auspicious smoke!
Who would have thought that [Masked] would not only be ungrateful, but also dare to spout nonsense and criticize the young master behind him?
They truly lack respect for hierarchy and are utterly rebellious.

[Masked] stood still, his head slightly turned to the left, the movement was very small.

His chest and shoulders suddenly cracked, and stark white bone spurs burst out like thorns, instantly intertwining into a cluster of stark white bones.

"Heh heh, hierarchy? Don't you know those two words don't even exist in a villain's dictionary?"

"Clang! Sizzle—!"

The tall old man poured all his strength into his palms and slammed them down hard.

The five fingers of his left hand, reaching for the mask, were firmly stuck by several intersecting, protruding sharp bone spikes. The fingernails rubbed against the white bones, producing a clanging sound like metal clashing.

With his right hand, he used a knife to sever two protruding ribs, but failed to completely penetrate the layers of bone, sending up a burst of dazzling sparks.

A cold, metallic voice drifted from behind the stark white mask:

"Heh heh—you old fool, are you stupid? The words 'respect' and 'hierarchy' don't exist in our villains' dictionary!"

Between the dense bone clusters, the magatama in [Masked]'s pupils spun at an inhuman speed, transforming into a blood-red, illusory kaleidoscope:

"I don't really know who your master is, but I'll find out soon enough. But your master will probably never know the true face behind this mask!"

"presumptuous!"

The tall, thin old man suddenly shook his arms, unleashing a powerful burst of energy that caused his wide sleeves to flutter in the strong wind.

“Crack! Crack! Crack—!”

The dense, ear-piercing sound of bones shattering rang out like popping beans. The bone clusters, as hard as iron, instantly turned into fragile porcelain, crumbling and disintegrating inch by inch.

Countless fragments of bone, like a white rainstorm, pelted down on the mask that [Masked] loathed.

The tall old man shattered the bone marrow, his wrinkles seeping with a venomous sneer:
"Fool! You dare to be stubborn even when you're about to die. Your name is Zheng Hang, the son of a low-life gang leader."

You've been completely exposed. You don't actually think the police haven't figured out your background by now, do you?

The bones shattered, and his identity was shouted out by the other party as if in judgment.

However, the expected panic did not occur.

Beneath the stark white mask, the black and white tomoe in those evil pupils continued to rotate unhurriedly, their eerie light shimmering without the slightest ripple.

It was as if the tall old man had shouted out an insignificant name.

"You're the stupid one!"

[Masked] sighed softly, and with a flick of his wrist, the surrounding air instantly solidified into a gel, enveloping all the incoming bone fragments in his palm.

With a sigh, the bone fragments were completely absorbed into his palm.

He recycles his own bones!
The implication in his words was already quite clear; if you can't even understand that, aren't you hopelessly stupid?

[Masked] took a half step and his body slid to the side and back like a ghost.

At that very instant, a "[mask]" that was exactly the same as him in terms of figure, posture, and even the cold and dangerous aura around him appeared as if imprinted from nothingness, perfectly taking over the position he had been standing in.

The figure was facing the tall old man, wearing a stark white mask, a scarlet magatama, and even the slightest folds in the hem of his clothes were exactly the same.

The tall old man raised an eyebrow, a knowing sneer appearing on his face:
"Fake, trying to fool us? Kid, let me teach you a lesson: don't use tricks that have already been exposed. They won't fool you."

The tall old man knew that [Mask] could not only control shadows, but also create illusions through strange footwork.

That was probably a kind of bewitching technique derived from some kind of martial arts, but an illusion is still an illusion. As long as you don't believe your own eyes, you won't be deceived.

His gaze was like lightning, fixed intently on the true form of [the mask].

With his keen eyesight, as long as he kept his eyes fixed on the target, the other party would have no chance of hiding in the illusion.

In that split second, [Masked] slid back, his five fingers suddenly spread open, the pads of his fingers splitting open with a hideous gash, and the white knuckles suddenly broke through the skin, growing more than five inches longer.

The next instant, the bone claws tore through the air, emitting a sharp, mournful sound, like the lament of a dying crane.

Beneath the bone claw, a semi-transparent, blurry-out phantom of a "phantom claw" appeared out of thin air, like a malignant sore that had been attached to the bone.

The two claws, one real and one illusory, descended from above and below, one in front and one behind, carrying a fierce gust of wind.

"The bone claw is real, the illusory claw is fake, it's an illusion, or perhaps another kind of bewitching technique?!"

The tall old man, though startled, remained calm, a cold smile playing on his lips. His judgment was clear; he gathered strength in his left hand, preparing to block or counterattack the true form's bone claw, ignoring the illusory claw that lagged behind. He even harbored a ruthless thought: to disregard the illusory claw, pass directly through it, and strike the true form's vitals as the bone claw's attack wore off!

His withered left arm muscles bulged instantly, veins throbbing beneath the skin like earthworms, and at the same time, he let out a disdainful snort:
"Zheng Hang, we've figured out all your tricks. If that's all you've got, you might as well surrender obediently. What more could you ask for..."

Before the words were finished, there was a sharp "ripping" sound as if the cloth was being torn!
The old man caught the bone claw with his backhand and was about to break it when his sleeve tore apart upon contact.

On the skin of his wrist, which was thin and wiry yet incredibly resilient, five deep, bone-revealing cuts were clearly visible.

Where the skin and flesh were turned outwards, blood gushed out like a torrent, instantly staining half of the sleeve red.

Blood splattered, blooming into several crimson spots on the pale mask, like red plum blossoms in the snow, making that "face" appear even more eerie and bizarre.

A sinister laugh emanated from beneath the mask:

"What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly, could you please say it again?"

Before he could finish speaking, the [masked] bone claw suddenly retracted, slipping away from the old man's fingers like a fish.

The bloodied, bony finger probed into the wound on his wrist, digging straight up along the tendons.

The tall old man's muscles should have been exceptionally tough, like cowhide wrapped around the bark of an old tree, impossible to cut with an ordinary knife, but at this moment...
Several winding bloodstains, like deep furrows plowed open, started from the wrist and spread wildly upwards along the forearm, elbow, and upper arm, tearing and ripping.

The flesh was torn open, the fascia was ruptured, and you could even see the white marks on the bare arm bone that had been scraped, narrowly grazing his neck and almost severing it.

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"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Four long, still slightly twitching strips of scarlet flesh were forcibly torn off and slammed onto the ground one after another.

The scene had a strange and bloody familiarity to it; just moments before, a similar scene had unfolded on the special envoy's shoulder.

"what?"

The tall old man's expression changed drastically as he looked down in disbelief at his left arm, which had been covered in blood and gore.

In the air, the translucent claw shadows slowly dissipated like wisps of smoke.

The tall old man's throat bobbed, and astonishment appeared in his cloudy eyes:

"No, it's not an afterimage, so it's a bewitching technique?"

"But if it's a bewitching technique, my will is unwavering, I don't believe it at all, so why can these claws scratch me?! Why can they cause such real damage?!"

The tall old man had been immersed in martial arts for decades and had plenty of experience fighting against martial artists who had mastered the Bewitching Technique.

His mind was already as hard as iron, free from all distracting thoughts, and ordinary bewitching techniques could not shake his mind in the slightest.

In his eyes, most of the deceptive tricks were nothing but bluffing, like a mirage, seemingly captivating but in reality just an illusion.

But right now, the burning pain in my arm is undeniable!

Is this an illusion?

Or is it a bewitching technique?

Or perhaps neither?
Without even mentioning the old man's astonishment and disorientation, [Masked] succeeded in one move, and immediately, five finger bones shot out.

Taking advantage of someone's weakness to kill them is always a must-learn lesson for villains, but [Masked] doesn't know anything about showing mercy.

But he said something quite sinister:

"Old man, is that all you've got? You'd better leave now and stop embarrassing your master."

Look at him, he clearly had already made up his mind to kill the other person, but his words seemed to contain a merciful intention to spare their life.

Unfortunately, these malicious words of persuasion had no effect on the tall old man, who was not the cowardly cowardly envoy.

The excruciating pain and humiliation only served to ignite the ferocity within him. A fierce glint flashed in the tall old man's eyes, and his reaction was lightning fast.

He swayed, his four bony fingers brushing against the hem of his clothes, his sideburns sweeping past, and he plunged deep into the pipe wall behind him, making a dull "thud" sound!

However, the last bone finger, at a tricky angle, had already locked down his space to dodge.

There is no way to avoid it!

Instead of retreating, he advanced, suddenly exerting force from his waist and abdomen, and forcefully met the attack with his body.

The finger bone immediately pierced through the abdomen, bringing out a cloud of blood mist.

But the tall old man gritted his teeth and endured it without uttering a sound. He surged forward and his toes stomped directly on the instep of the [masked] man.

He suddenly lowered his waist and stance, like an old tree with its roots intertwined, and sat firmly on his lower body. His palms turned into deadly afterimages, and his moves suddenly went left and right, up and down.

The palm wind howled, the fingers and claws were like hooks, the black fingernails stirred up black energy, and gusts of cold wind blew, which was quite frightening.

Whether it's piercing the ears with double peaks, gouging out the eyeballs, locking the throat and grabbing the brain, every move is fierce and deadly, like a storm enveloping [Masked]'s vital points.

[Masked]'s pupils spun rapidly, sensing that this tall old man was far stronger than any enemy he had ever encountered before.

At the same time, a trace of regret inevitably crossed his mind:
"If this old man could be as useless as the special envoy, how much less trouble would we have?"
"This world is so short of pragmatic 'heroes' like this special envoy, and so full of stubborn 'hard bones,' which is why there's so much dangerous conflict and killing..."

As a villain unlike any other, the core of [Mask] is actually a deep and misunderstood love for this world full of conflict!
"Hey--"

A faint sigh, barely audible, seemed to lament the folly of humanity, even through the mask.

"I'm giving you a chance, but you don't cherish it, so I have no choice but to send you to your death."

As soon as he finished speaking, [Masked] suddenly waved his hands. The movements seemed slow, but in fact they were extremely fast.

He drew mysterious and unpredictable trajectories with his hands, creating thousands of flexible and sticky, yet invisible, strands of entangled energy.

All of a sudden!
The surrounding air distorted violently, and a perfectly round black barrier suddenly formed, resembling a sphere or a cover, protecting him completely.

It looks exactly like the barrier of the magnetic repulsion field generator that the special envoy just activated.

This time, however, the barrier was not something that any magnetic insect could touch, and it had an incredibly resounding name.

[Masked] softly uttered two words: "Return to Heaven!"

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(End of this chapter)