Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 624 Desperate Circumstances? If the Curtain's Protection vs. the Curtain's Protection
Who is the "father" referring to?
Who is the "daughter"?
What exactly is the "audience"?

What exactly does the so-called "happy reunion" mean?
Every word uttered by [Masked] was clearly audible, and he recognized each word individually. However, when these words were strung together and formed sentences, he couldn't understand them at all!

Xiao Jiuzi's sallow face twitched violently. She wanted to ask but couldn't bring herself to, afraid of exposing the truth that she was too illiterate or too stupid.

He could only keep comforting himself in his heart:

"It's normal that we can't understand it. Normal people can't understand what a madman is saying. If you can understand it, then you have a serious problem with your brain."

He glanced one last time at the [mask]'s stark white mask and uttered a harsh remark:
"Zheng Hang, we'll remember you. We promise we'll meet again soon, and we hope you'll still be able to smile then..."

Before he finished speaking, his hunched figure suddenly disappeared into the alley, took another route, and detoured to Emerald Garden.

[Masked] caught the Corrosion Bead and looked at the hunched old man who was refusing to be captured and fleeing. His expression under the mask was slightly strange.

The other person didn't know where he was going, but he knew exactly where the other person was rushing to.

He was all set to give the other person a ride, but the other person ran off after saying just one sentence, without giving him a chance to ask.

That's incredibly rude.

The people who came from the city have rather low manners!

Feng Mu sighed softly through the mask, put the Corrosion Bead back into his pocket, turned around, got into the blue and white car, started the engine, and drove away.

He drove very steadily, neither too fast nor too slow.

The traffic light ahead is red.

Feng Mu calmly stepped on the brakes, and the blue and white car came to a steady stop in front of the stop line.

The cross lane was deserted, with no one or any vehicles passing by.

There are no surveillance cameras installed above the intersection to capture traffic violations, so it's easy and quick to cross without anyone noticing.

However, Feng Mu simply sat quietly in the driver's seat, his hands on the steering wheel, calm and patient.

As a villain, he is by no means a law-abiding person.

But now that he's driving a blue and white car, he has to hold himself to the standards of a law enforcement officer.

This is what sets him apart from those ordinary villains who are utterly tasteless and reckless!

Time ticked by, second by second. The red light stubbornly remained on.

Finally, the red light went out and the green light came on.

Feng Mu then slowly released the brake, gently pressed the accelerator, and the blue and white car smoothly drove through the intersection, continuing its journey towards the future.

[System notification: Congratulations on completing the limited-time achievement "The Enforcer of Justice"!]
[You wore a suit and a mask, yet you displayed a more standard law enforcement demeanor than a real police officer!]
Even the official constables can't help but applaud you!
[Not only that, you've also achieved the milestone of driving a police car!]
[Note: The vast majority of villains only ever experience… "riding" in a police car throughout their lives!]
[This matter may seem small, but it is of great significance!]
[According to the cross-dimensional big data statistics of this system, every villain who successfully drove a police car, regardless of their starting point, ultimately achieved extraordinary success in their respective 'careers'!]
[Your actions have once again overwhelmingly surpassed those of 99.9% of your peers across all realms!]
[Congratulations, your evil index has increased slightly, and your game inheritance level has increased.]
[Your game inheritance is currently at 17%. The evil gauge is almost full at this stage, please keep going!!!]
[Keep this unique villainous aesthetic in mind and strive for even greater 'achievements'!!]
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After a near-death experience of running and running, when the outer wall of Emerald Garden finally came into view, his "life balance" had dwindled to a pitiful single digit.

Although the wounds on his body had not completely healed, thanks to the constitution of a "dead man," those terrifying wounds that were deep enough to expose bone had finally stopped bleeding, and a layer of dark red and black, asphalt-like scabs had congealed on the surface.

He couldn't see the health bar, but the heavy feeling of his muscles being filled with lead, and the sensation that his bones felt like they were about to fall apart with every movement, were all indirect reminders that his health bar was almost depleted.

If he were a living person, he would have gone into shock and unconsciousness by now, but fortunately he is "dead," so he can still keep jumping around.

He was barely clinging to life despite being on the verge of death.

The heart has also returned to its normal death pulse—one beat every 10 seconds.

However, the refresh rate on the retina remains fixed at 4 refreshes per second.

It feels like when pork prices skyrocketed, the price of roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) on the street rose accordingly; but when pork prices plummeted, the price of roujiamo never returned to its former level.

His "heart" returned to "normal," but the "timer" on his retina became completely "inflated."

Feng Ju was on the verge of tears but had no choice but to accept it with a heavy heart.

In his current state, he's definitely not in a position to fight.

With his low health, one touch and he'd probably be dead.

If there's another fight, he'd better stay away.

Fortunately, all that was needed was to return to the special envoy's villa to find a parchment scroll; the villa was now only occupied by some defenseless servants.

There's probably no need to fight anymore... right?
In the dead of night, the lavish entrance to Emerald Garden was shrouded in an unusual tranquility.

The security guards who used to be so diligent were nowhere to be seen. Only a few lonely streetlights cast pale halos, casting long shadows on the damp ground, with the puddles reflecting a faint light.

"Strange. Why hasn't anyone cleaned up the puddles on the ground?"

Where have all the security guards gone?

Feng Ju dragged his weary steps and slowly approached the gate.

Suddenly, his steps froze. What came into view was the alloy lifting rod that had been violently broken, pointing upwards at a ninety-degree angle, like a corpse with its neck snapped, staring straight at Shangcheng's buttocks.

He mechanically took two steps forward, and suddenly felt a sticky sensation on the soles of his shoes.

Looking down, the liquid, which I had initially thought was puddles, shimmered with a dark red luster under the streetlights, looking exactly like... just like congealed blood plasma.

The night wind howled as it swept by, causing the ornamental grasses on both sides of the road to sway violently, their leaves rustling against each other.

Feng Ju unconsciously tensed his neck, took a deep breath, and smelled a faint, sweet, and fishy scent—it was very fresh.

Feng Ju swallowed hard, looked at the villa area with its swaying shadows of trees, and fell into deep thought.

Okay~
He had to retract his judgment, which had been full of hope just seconds before!
Something unpleasant has most likely happened in the villa area, and it's very likely happening right now.

Reason told Feng Ju that, given his current physical condition, it was best not to get any closer.

Let's stay away for now; only by surviving can we have a tomorrow.

But he... has no tomorrow!
"I'm going to get a parchment scroll..."

Feng Ju frantically encouraged himself internally, outlining his action plan.

"...Go in quietly, no shooting. If there's a fight, I'll absolutely avoid it. I won't participate, I won't watch, I won't make a sound. I'll just be a walking background character!"

His rational analysis was that although there was a dead body at the villa entrance, the perpetrator might not have been targeting the special envoy's villa.

Emerald Garden covers a vast area with twenty-six villas scattered throughout—so the probability of misfortune befalling him is only one in twenty-six.

To be precise, it's about 3.8 percent, less than 4 percent!
This number inexplicably gave him a lot of confidence.

After all, he had never won a "buy one get one free" prize in his life, and the odds of winning that prize were said to be as high as one in three.

There is absolutely no chance that such a low-probability event as four percent would happen to him.

Feng Ju no longer trusts his daughter or son, but he believes that mathematics does not lie.

"It'll be okay!"

He screamed hysterically in his heart:
"I've had enough bad luck today, it can't get any worse, you know what 'bottoming out and bouncing back' means?"

"No! I should say I was incredibly lucky today!"

He tried hard to recall the harrowing moments of the day—the sewers coming back to life, the sallow-faced old man chasing him and desperately escaping, and even running into [the mask] at the last moment.

"Every time I'm in trouble, I escape unscathed. Even my biggest enemy inexplicably saved my life!"

Feng Ju found it increasingly unbelievable:

"It's as if some great power in the dark is protecting me today, preventing me from dying."

“That’s right. I’ve been through all the hells. I can’t possibly die today. I can’t possibly fall at the last step.”

Feng Ju let out a long breath, his confidence, inversely proportional to his health, reaching its peak.

"So, I'm just one step away from getting the parchment; I have to go in and get it."

"Yes! I will definitely get the parchment scroll!!!"

It must be said that Feng Ju and Feng Yuhuai are indeed father and daughter; they are remarkably similar in many ways.

So much so that after several near-death experiences, Feng Ju began to have the unseen feeling that he was a "man of destiny."

This absurd thought swirled in his mind like the dizziness of being drunk, both unsettling and strangely pleasurable.

If such "miracles" were to happen a few more times, it's hard to guarantee that he wouldn't discover a great theorem just like his daughter, with a name that's almost identical—the theorem of absolute moments.

Unfortunately, Luo Ji wasn't in the Emerald Garden. Otherwise, if he had used his broken bronze mirror, he might have been able to see another [Protection of the Curtain] destiny reflected in Feng Ju.

So, here's the question: if that's really the case, and both father and daughter have the [Curtain's Protection], what would happen if they faced off...?
The Theorem of Absolute Moments vs. The Theorem of Absolute Moments: Which is True and Which is False?

[The Curtain's Protection] vs. [The Curtain's Protection], who is stronger?
How should the scales of fate be weighed?!
Without further hesitation, Feng Ju crept silently towards the special envoy's villa, following the dense ornamental bushes inside the gate.

Thanks to the meticulous care of the community's gardeners day after day, these shrubs maintain a perfect camouflage height, blocking the view without being too dense to hinder movement.

In stark contrast to the sparse, withered weeds of the slums, this is the most professional stealth "passage".

Feng Ju stepped precisely on the soft humus soil, avoiding any pebbles or dead branches that might make a sound.

The damp, cold leaves and branches laden with night dew brushed against his blood-stained and mud-covered coat, leaving even deeper watermarks.

He hunched over, lowering his body even further, like a fish swimming in the dark current, with every green plant he passed becoming his most loyal accomplice.

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The outlines of the seven sleeping villas gradually disappeared into the darkness behind Feng Ju.

Nothing was happening for the time being, everything was fine. The night breeze brushed against the back of his neck, and the air, carrying the fragrance of grass and trees, allowed his tense nerves to relax slightly.

Perhaps... the corpse at the door was just a false alarm?
Perhaps the perpetrator has already left, and the less than four percent of those "misfortunes" will not see themselves?

Thinking this, Feng Ju slightly increased his snail-like stealth speed.

The special envoy's villa is not far ahead.

However, just as he sped up and rounded the corner of the eighth villa, a noisy sound reached his ears.

The dull thuds of flesh colliding, the chaotic footsteps, and the suppressed breathing—it was… the sound of fighting!
Judging from the sounds... it's not just two people, it seems like there are three, two against one.

Feng Ju suddenly stopped, pressed his body against the ground, slowly exhaled the air from his lungs, and then quietly raised his head to peek through the gaps in the branches and leaves.

The sound came from about twenty meters away, and the first thing that caught my eye was a taxi.

At first glance, Feng Ju felt that the taxi was extremely suspicious.

He had been to Emerald Garden many times and had never seen a taxi drive in.

How can a poor, four-legged metal vehicle like a taxi sneak into a villa area?
Are all the security guards at the gate dead? Oh—, they are indeed all dead. Then it's alright.

Feng Ju's gaze passed over the taxi and peered a few meters further away.

Two figures shrouded in black robes and wearing black masks are ganging up on a man.

"It's those two night watchmen from during the day!!!"

Feng Ju's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't even have time to carefully observe the appearance of the man being attacked.

On the one hand, it was too dark at night, and the other person had their back to him; on the other hand, the distance was a bit far, and facial features were hard to discern; but more importantly, Feng Ju didn't dare to look at them for long at all.

Feeling guilty, he feared that his spying gaze would be noticed by the Black King of Hell. Like a startled turtle, he quickly withdrew his head behind the dense bushes.

Feng Ju forced himself to calm down and carefully analyzed the current situation, which was both good and bad.

The good thing is, they weren't after the special envoy's villa that he so desperately wanted, so the parchment was safe.
The bad thing is, it's way too damn close, right next to the special envoy's villa.

"A stroke of luck amidst misfortune!"

Feng Ju gritted his teeth, trying to console himself with the thought that at least the target villa hadn't been affected yet, and he still had a chance.

He dared not linger any longer. Holding his breath, he slowly retreated, his eyes darting around as he scanned the surrounding bushes, replanning his route.

The main road was blocked, so we had to take a long detour, going around to the other side.

He didn't move quickly, and his stealth was even more cautious than before.

Walk around, stop and listen attentively.

Each loud crash from next door made his muscles tense instantly, freezing him in place for several seconds as if petrified, until he was sure the sound wasn't coming closer before he dared to continue crawling forward...
(End of this chapter)