Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 623 He's actually quite nice, isn't he?

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The numbers on my retina were flashing wildly, and the countdown to death was refreshing at an alarming rate.

God seemed not to hear his pleas, and instead evaporated his balance at an even faster pace.

Four seconds, four seconds, and another four seconds, it just kept falling down!
There's no escaping it! There's no escaping it!

So, I'm going to die, am I really going to die?!
Anger and resentment clung to his heart like poisonous vines, making his heart beat faster and faster, as if it had come alive for the first time.

Bang! ... (interval) ... Bang! ... (interval shortens) ... Bang! -- Bang! -- Bang!

心跳声从10秒1跳，9秒1跳，8秒1跳，7秒1跳……一直到1秒1跳。

The long-lost, normal thumping sound made Feng Ju feel, in a daze, that he had truly... come back to life.

But the reality is, he is about to die.

Complete death?!
From birth to death is called death, so what is from death to death?
Feng Ju didn't know the answer, nor did he want to find out.

"Do not--!!!"

Feng Ju roared as he rushed out of the alley, and just as he lunged out, a blue and white car sped towards him.

The blinding high beams, like two gleaming swords, not only illuminated the darkness of the alley but also revealed Feng Ju's bloodstained, grotesquely distorted face.

"Danger! Call the police!"

This familiar phrase from his childhood was once deeply believed by young Feng Ju.

But when he actually put on that uniform, it was buried deep in his memory, and he even scoffed at it.

But at this critical moment, in this life-or-death situation, he suddenly seemed to regain his earliest memories and remembered them.

"Help--!!"

His body crashed heavily onto the cold, hard pavement. The violent impact nearly broke him apart, but he desperately raised his head and let out a desperate roar of life with all his might.

The veins on his neck bulged out like twisted earthworms, and his hoarse, broken, blood-flecked cries for help slammed into the oncoming blue and white car as if they were real!

Although he should have known better than anyone that a mere constable from the police station was no match for the sallow-faced old man behind him.

What's more, only one patrol car arrived.

But at this moment, Feng Ju had completely forgotten the most basic judgment, like a drowning person desperately grasping at the last straw.

“Squeak——!!!”

The tires made a screeching sound as they rubbed against the asphalt.

Blue and white came to a stop at the last second, bringing the car to a dramatic halt with an almost drifting motion.

The front of the car was only three inches from Feng Ju's forehead. The hot air from the engine sprayed onto his face, bringing a burning sensation and a strong smell of gasoline.

However, the next second, a chill that could shut down an engine instantly shot up from his tailbone and went straight to the top of his head!

The front of the car is right in front of you, and the license plate is the closest thing to it.

He stared wide-eyed, bloodshot at the car's front, which was inches away, and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

The combination of letters and numbers on this license plate looks... a tiny bit familiar.

This...this looks like the blue and white car that Li Xiang usually drives!

Feng Ju felt his blood freeze instantly, plummeting from scalding hot to freezing cold.

After all, based on his mental deductions a few minutes earlier, Li Xiang and the other two were very likely... in cahoots with that old ghost behind them.

No wonder the old man behind me was able to catch up with me again. Li Xiang must have used some kind of technology to lock down my location before I threw away my phone and then shared the information with him.

Damn it, I threw my phone away too late!
Endless regret gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.

"Click——"

The sound of the car door opening was no different from the sound of a bullet being chambered in Feng Ju's ears.

A figure stepped out unhurriedly, the movement even carrying a hint of...elegance?
He stood at the edge of the blinding headlights, his figure outlined as a long, blurry silhouette by the intense light.

Feng Ju's gaze, like a rusty gear, moved laboriously, inch by inch, toward the car door, focusing on that familiar figure.

“Damn it!!!”

Feng Ju's eyes were so shocked they went unfocused.

The good news is:

Neither Li Xiang nor Chang Erbing came down; the other party wasn't even wearing a constable's uniform.

The bad news is:

Under the blinding headlights, the tall, slender figure was elegantly adjusting his suit cuffs, a playing card pinned to his chest.

When the man looked down, a pale mask reflected a chilling luster.

It's... [Masked]?!

When Feng Ju looked up and finally met those strangely rotating eyes, he felt that his scalp was more than just tingling.

It's not that it's about to crack completely!!!
No, why did [Masked] get out of the police car, or rather, Li Xiang's police car?
So, Li Xiang really did collude with [Mask].

Those two people with licorice root, along with Li Xiang, Ma Bin, and Chang Erbing, are all in cahoots.

The entire plan was a trap from beginning to end, but it wasn't just the special envoy who fell into it; I did too.

Oh, by the way, I was the one who came up with the plan, and I also tricked the special envoy into the trap. I... I'm such a clever person!
The bitterness of self-deprecation, like bile, instantly filled Feng Ju's mouth, leaving him parched and his throat feeling blocked.

He stared intently at [the mask], his expression incredibly complex.

It was a mixture of deep-seated hatred, heart-wrenching fear, and inexplicable bewilderment.

[Masked] almost killed him, causing him to lose an arm, which completely changed the trajectory of his life. Yet, he also seems to have an unclear and secret relationship with his filial daughter.

No, it's not just about being a filial daughter; she may also have an unknown relationship with her rebellious son.

When facing the sallow-faced old man behind him who was trying to kill him, he was still able to muster the courage to escape with a desperate rage; but when he faced the [mask] again, the strength that supported him seemed to be drained away in an instant.

Think back to the past, he dared to shoot at [Masked], but now he can't even lift a finger.

Despite having acquired a more powerful mechanical arm; despite constantly proclaiming her intention to personally kill [Masked]; despite having experienced death and resurrection and greatly increased strength;
Why am I more at ease now?

The stronger I am, the more cowardly I become!
Feng Ju didn't understand when exactly he started to be so afraid of [the mask] that it was practically ingrained in his very soul.

He opened his mouth in vain, but couldn't squeeze out a single syllable, as insignificant as a worthless ant.

Seeing his respected father's mouth open but remaining silent, Feng Mu, through the mask, spoke in a strangely cold, metallic voice:

"Who are you? Why did you stop the police car? You look unwell. Do you need help?"

Feng Ju: ".???" His jaw was almost dislocated, and his mouth was wide open enough to fit his fist.

What's going on? Is [Masked] impersonating a constable? What's he up to?

No, that's not the point. The point is, [Masked] doesn't seem to recognize me. He doesn't remember me. How could he not remember me?

Ah, wait a minute—

I hope he doesn't remember me!
Despite being filled with unresolved doubts, the instinct for survival allowed Feng Ju to seize this opportunity for a chance at life. He coughed violently, vomiting a pool of black blood, and managed a weak, feeble cry for help from his hoarse throat:

"Help—me—!!"

Feng Ju wasn't the only one shocked; Xiao Jiuzi was no less shocked than Feng Ju.

That sallow, wrinkled old face was now filled with an even stronger sense of apprehension and disbelief than Feng Ju's.

"[Masked]?!!"

A tremendous wave of emotion surged within Xiao Jiuzi's heart as well:

"How...how did he manage to chase me all the way here?!"

So, we decided to let you off the hook for now, but you're relentlessly pursuing us, unable to wait even a moment longer?

Killing Xiao Liuzi wasn't enough; they even chased after us and tried to kill us too. Good heavens, they're even more petty than us, and so vengeful!
[Masked] slowly turned his head towards the hunched old man, his pupils gleaming with an evil light, and said with a righteous air:
"In broad daylight, under the clear night sky, you dared to commit violence in the street. You are truly vicious and wicked. I advise you to surrender immediately, come with me, and confess your crimes."

A textbook-like "official statement" plunged Feng Ju and Xiao Jiuzi into an eerie silence.

Feng Ju: "..."

That dialogue was pretty good. What's going on? [Masked] seems more like a real constable than I, someone who's been a constable for half my life?!

Xiao Jiuzi: "....."

I'm vicious and wicked, me? Could you please put away the Corrosion Bead in your hand before saying that?

The Corrosion Bead is usually a last resort used to take down the enemy together, not a regular weapon to be thrown out at the start.

Xiao Jiuzi was terrified. She didn't dare take another step forward and even subconsciously took half a step back, shrinking back into the alley.

But he forced a straight face, not showing any fear, and instead squeezed out a sinister sneer from deep in his throat:

"Hehehe—, Zheng Hang, you're a criminal wanted by the police. I advise you to wake up. You don't really think you're a constable, do you?"

[Masked] wore a half-smile, yet his words were profoundly thought-provoking:

“When I’m driving a police car, I’m naturally a police officer. My blue and white car is real, the police lights on the car are real, so I’m a real police officer.”

If you say I'm not, you're adding insult to injury.

[Masked] paused, his cold gaze sweeping over the two of them, and said in a low voice:

"Who is in favor and who is against?"

Feng Ju realized at this moment that his speculation was wrong and that he had misunderstood [the mask].

[Mask] is not with the sallow-faced old man; [Mask] did not collude with them, he is innocent.

Feng Ju nodded hastily, agreeing that everything [Mask] said was correct.

He wasn't trying to save his life; he genuinely thought there was some truth to what [Masked] said.

Xiao Jiuzi's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and her eyes were gloomy.

He's starting to understand things a bit now. This [Masked] Zheng Hang is definitely not mentally sound; he's probably on the verge of madness.

Trying to reason with a madman? Forget it, that's just asking for humiliation.

Especially when this madman is holding a deadly weapon that can instantly send half a street flying into the sky.

The hunchbacked old man was unaware that this was precisely the impression Feng Mu ([Masked]) was deliberately trying to leave him with.

He had already planned it out in his mind. Since he had already killed the tall old man, it was neither possible nor necessary to kill the hunchbacked old man as well.

Otherwise, who will deliver the gift that Ma Bin prepared?
The best approach is to force the hunchbacked old man to back down and leave him with the impression of being "crazy," thus paving the way for future actions.

He has gradually realized that "madness" is a highly cost-effective persona label, and if handled properly, the benefits are immeasurable.

Feng Mu was unaware that by deliberately labeling himself as "crazy," he was increasingly aligning with the reputation that [Fate] had cultivated over the years.

The hunched old man remained silent with a gloomy face, and it was a bit embarrassing to be scared off like that.

He could be shameless, but as the young master's servant, he had to maintain his dignity.

[Masked] didn't press the issue, playing with the Erosion Bead in his hand, glancing at Feng Ju out of the corner of his eye, and waving his hand understandingly.

It means that if a fight breaks out, it will be dangerous. As a seriously wounded person, you should retreat first.

Feng Ju: "..."

He was deeply moved, a surge of warmth welling up inside him. At that moment, his dark and cold heart was warmed by this sudden act of kindness.

[Masked] He's actually a really nice person, I'm so touched~
Thinking about it carefully, [Masked] never actually caused me any trouble; I was the one who initiated the trouble. I was also the one who launched the first attack after losing my arm.

[Masked] I guess he could be considered to have acted in self-defense...!
For some reason, Feng Ju's hatred for [Mask] lessened considerably, and his hatred for his daughter also lessened somewhat.

Feng Ju took a deep breath and struggled to his feet. He looked back warily at the sallow-faced old man.

Although the latter's eyes flashed with a fierce light, he hesitated to make a move.

Seeing this, he no longer hesitated and hurriedly dragged his injured body toward the opposite alley, his figure quickly swallowed by the darkness.

The hunched old man watched Feng Ju's figure disappear from sight, then his gaze returned to [Masked], and he said in a sarcastic tone:
"He's your father? You care about him so much, and you even rescued him?"

Before [Masked] could answer, he sneered again and added:
"No, we've checked your records. Your father is dead. He was shot and killed by the police during a kidnapping. So, Zheng Hang, you've found yourself another father?"

Anger is a sign of weakness.

Beneath the mask, his face remained calm as still water. The hunched old man's words, though piercing, were like the buzzing of mosquitoes to him, unable to disturb his emotions.

Besides, not everything the other party said was slander, so why should he get angry?

As a villain, he allows freedom of speech; he has the magnanimity to do so.

[Masked] simply and elegantly squeezed the Corrosion Bead in his hand. In an instant, the sounds around him stopped abruptly, and Xiao Jiuzi felt as if someone had grabbed her by the throat.

He slowly raised his head, his deep gaze pressing down on the hunched old man as if it were a physical presence.

In his evil pupils, the black and white magatama resembled the bizarre cycle of yin and yang, just like his ever-changing thoughts, leaving Xiao Jiuzi completely baffled.

Xiao Jiuzi took a deep breath, changed her tone, and patiently asked:
“You’ve already saved him and he’s gone far away. Now you can tell us why you saved him, right? Don’t try to fool us with that fake constable act again.”

[Masked] tossed the Corrosion Bead lightly up and then caught it casually, making Xiao Jiuzi curse him in her heart as a madman.

"Fine, fine, you're crazy, you're awesome, okay? We won't ask anymore."

The hunched old man muttered under his breath, but his feet subtly retreated, determined to avoid the madman for the time being.

But then, a meaningful whisper drifted through the air from the [masked] figure:

"A father should not be prevented from seeing his daughter one last time. The audience is waiting for a happy ending, don't you think?"

(End of this chapter)