Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 641 This child resembles me; the more I think about it, the more terrifying it becomes.

"A concerned citizen?"

"A kind person full of good intentions?"

Beneath Feng Mu's mask, a barely perceptible cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, its sinister curve appearing and disappearing in the shadows, as if mocking the most absurd joke in the world.

"Do you want to hear what you're saying?"

Listening to the words in his ear, Feng Mu felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if he had seen them somewhere before.

Hmm, where have I seen this before?
I remember now, I see it every morning when I look in the mirror while washing up!
The blind man in front of me, with his black cloth covering his face, his tone of voice, and his way of using kindness to disguise himself... he really reminded me of myself.

When the emcee clearly uttered the word "gift," Feng Mu's sense of déjà vu instantly surged to its peak.

It was like being doused with ice water, making every pore of his body feel a chilling sense of vigilance.

Like, so similar!
Isn't he himself a "warm-hearted person" who is used to carefully preparing "gifts" for his "friends"?

Each "gift" given was unique, carrying "deep affection," making it impossible for "friends" to refuse, and even...

After the initial shock, an addictive craving will develop, a longing for the next, and the next "gift".

Thinking of this, the dangerous curve of Feng Mu's expression under his mask deepened suddenly.

He couldn't help but wonder how much of a "good person" he could actually be, given that he was so "similar to me".

Ten percent? One percent? Or... is it actually a negative number?
Thinking about it...it's terrifying!

Giving more than you should be extremely disrespectful to the emcee and to yourself!
Feng Mu's vigilance towards the emcee skyrocketed, instantly reaching the highest alert level!

The last time he was so wary of someone was the last time, and that person was... Ma Bin.

Feng Mu stared intently at the emcee, beginning to meticulously observe and scan every movement and micro-expression on the other person's body.

Then, to his surprise, he discovered that the man in front of him had never looked him in the eye from beginning to end.

Not even once!

Instead, he kept his head down the whole time, staring intently at the insteps of his feet, as if his face were on his feet.

Who talks without looking at the other person's face, but keeps looking down at their feet? Unless... he's afraid to look me in the eye!

Oh ho—

I just evolved my Kaleidoscope Eyes with Blood Bar today, and after only one test, people already know not to look into my eyes.

He was even covered by a black cloth?!
The thought flashed through Feng Mu's mind like a poisonous vine, and a terrifying killing intent instantly arose on his face behind the pale white mask.

The emcee was unaware that his flawless performance not only failed to achieve the desired effect, but also aroused intense murderous intent in the masked man in front of him.

He was also sincerely introducing the gifts he had prepared to the other party, conveying his heartfelt goodwill:
"Beast, hurry, bring out the gifts we prepared."

The beast opened the briefcase somewhat shyly, held it in one hand, and leaned forward slightly.

The chill from the freezer slowly dissipated, revealing a well-preserved head inside the box. The hair had been carefully combed and was covered with tiny ice crystals, which gleamed alluringly under the streetlights.

The neck section of the skull was handled very "cleanly," and the skin had a stiff, bluish-white color due to freezing. The facial features were clear and lifelike.

How should I put this scene?

This gift is truly like a work of art; he was quite tempted by it.

One of Feng Mu's favorite "gifts" to give to his "friends" was to turn corpses into works of art, and the person in front of him gave him an exquisite human head.

The methods and ideas behind this gift-giving are quite similar, which makes it even more deserving of death.

Feng Mu's mind raced, but he suppressed the urge to act immediately and focused his gaze on the face of the human head in the box.

It was frozen and preserved very well; the contortions and terror in the face were completely "preserved".

"Ok?"

A soft groan escaped Feng Mu's throat, and the blood-red tomoe in his pupils suddenly spun faster, his voice growing increasingly sinister.

"Is this Zuo Bai?"

He inwardly sneered, secretly pondering:

"Good, good, good! What a generous gift! You even got Zuo Bai's head. This couldn't have been done on a whim."

This means they know I have a grudge against Zuo Bai, which means they've been watching me since that incident in the sewers.

Further reflection:
"This severed head is both a 'gift' and a stark warning."

This shows that if they can kill Zuo Bai, they naturally also have the ability to turn me into such a work of art.

Ah—how 'kind' and so sincere!

Seeing that Feng Mu recognized the human head, the beast explained, as if seeking credit:

"That's right, it's this man's head. We know you have some personal grudges with him, so we went to great lengths to find him and carefully prepared this gift to send to you as a gesture of goodwill."

If you don't like frozen food, that's okay, we've also prepared…”

The beast's face twitched, revealing a smile that it thought was friendly but was actually incredibly ferocious.

Feng Mu glanced at the beast, feeling no sense of familiarity, only a pervasive sense of malicious threat.

After all, anyone who receives a corpse or a "part" from a corpse is bound to misunderstand.

The misconception is: You either accept the corpse or parts I send, or... become the same corpse or parts.

No one understood the underlying meaning of this gift-giving better than Feng Mu; he just never imagined that one day it would be used against him.

Feng Mu glanced at the health bars above the heads of the three men without showing any emotion. He wasn't wearing his glasses, so he couldn't accurately determine their threat level, but judging from the length of their health bars alone, all three of them were very strong, each of them having a health bar longer than the Night Watchman lying at his feet.

Although the Night Watchman beneath his feet was instantly killed by him, it was not because he was weak, but because the [Kaleidoscope Health Bar Ghost Eye] was too overpowered, making it extremely easy to achieve a "first-time kill".

However, the blindfolded man in front of him was clearly wary of his eyes, which would undoubtedly reduce the power of [Kaleidoscope Health Bar Ghost Eye].

Moreover, his pupil power... was no longer sufficient to support him continuously casting [Eternal Corridor].

In a flash, Feng Mu had already decided on a strategy:
“There are three people on the other side. The Beast has the most health bar, followed by the Red Dragonfly. The Master of Ceremonies’ health bar is not full, and for some reason it is only half full. Moreover, he is the most wary of my eyes. I should take him out first to reduce the enemy’s numbers.”

As for Wu Shou, who was timid and only dared to peek half his head out from behind the three of them, he was completely ignored by Feng Mu.

The latter's health bar was not even in the same league as the first three, and coupled with his trembling appearance, in Feng Mu's eyes, he was nothing more than a grunt that could be crushed at will.

Wu Shou: "..." Thank you so much!
The beast was completely unaware of how ferocious his "friendly" smile appeared in the eyes of the other, even though he had tried very hard to force a friendly smile.

Seeing that [Masked] remained silent for a long time, he assumed that the other party was dissatisfied with the frozen goods for not being fresh enough, losing the "fresh beauty" of the moment of death. Just then...

"Swish...splash..."

From the dense grass not far behind Feng Mu, came a distinct shaking and the sound of branches and leaves being parted.

The bald captain's signature reflective forehead was the first to be revealed, followed closely by Zuo Bai, who looked as if he had lost his parents.

The beast's eyes lit up, and he eagerly raised his hand and shouted:
"Captain, hurry! Mr. [Masked] really doesn't want frozen goods, we still have to slaughter Zuo Bai fresh..."

The bald captain had just parted the last clump of leaves, and before his vision was fully clear, he encountered a wild beast waving frantically as if its eyebrows were on fire.

Zuo Bai's face was incredibly stiff, looking less fresh than a frozen head. His mouth opened, and grief welled up inside him: "..."

I've misplaced my trust.

That burning love for [fate] was ultimately a complete misplacement.

This is probably the tragedy of you chasing him, him chasing him, until one of you is shattered to pieces.

However, Feng Mu's head did not turn backward even slightly.

The moment the beast raised its arm and shouted, and the bald captain appeared, his pupils suddenly contracted to needle size.

The murderous intent within him was like a flood bursting its banks, impossible to contain.

"There are enemies behind me, I'm surrounded?"

next moment.

"Pfft—Crack!"

A chilling sound of flesh tearing and bones popping!
Feng Mu's clothes, along with the flesh beneath them, burst open like rotten cloth!
The stark white ribs, stained with sticky blood, opened like the gaping maw of a carnivorous plant suddenly blooming, accompanied by a grating sound of bones grinding together (crackling sound!), and instantly snapped open to their limit, viciously biting down at the emcee's lowered head.

"Master of Ceremonies, watch out!"

The red dragonfly was right in front of them, and their minds didn't even have time to react to this sudden change. But their fighting instincts, honed through countless life-and-death battles, had already reacted before their thoughts could process it.

Just as the hideous bone spurs burst open on [Mask]'s chest, her sexy red lips suddenly parted.

A long, scarlet tongue with a strangely forked tip shot out from her throat like a poisoned, blood-red spear.

The tongue, vibrating at supersonic speed, transformed into a blood-red afterimage that was almost invisible to the naked eye, tearing through the air and emitting a shrill shriek that pierced straight into [Masked]'s temple.

The beast reacted just as quickly, its right arm flashing out like lightning, its five fingers gripping the back of the emcee's collar, and with a sudden yank, it dragged the emcee behind it like a chick.

The emcee was pulled off the ground, narrowly avoiding a fatal bite; the jagged ribs almost grazed his flying sideburns and the black cloth covering his eyes.

At the same time, the beast suddenly released its grip on the silver briefcase with its left arm, which swelled and twisted wildly with a crackling sound, as if injected with violent gas.

The skin surface was instantly covered with a rough and hard keratinous shell, the knuckles became as thick as hammers, and the nails grew wildly and extended into sharp, black claws that gleamed with a cold metallic light.

In the blink of an eye, the entire arm transformed into a grotesque beast limb.

Thick, gnarled, and terrifying!
The fierce wind howled, carrying the power to split rocks and shatter stone, and struck directly at [Masked]'s face without any fancy moves.

Squad 103 knew [Mask]'s true strength better than anyone else, which is why they recruited him with the utmost "sincerity".

But precisely because of this, their nerves were always on edge, and they were ruthless in their attacks, using their full power to kill.

They say they want to welcome [Mask] like "family," but they can turn on you in an instant, and every move they make is aimed at the heart of the matter.

Even though they knew perfectly well that such an attack in front of [Mask] was likely tantamount to suicide, they did not hesitate at all.

On the surface, they came with the most fervent "goodwill," but in reality, weren't they also coming with the coldest "will to die"?

This is fate: the most extreme kindness harbors the most resolute murderous intent, just as the sweetest honey often contains the most deadly poison.

bona fide?

Malice?

Beneath the veil of fate, they share the same face and the same voice.

In the distance, the bald captain, who had just peeked out, changed his expression drastically. He didn't know how his team members had broken up with [Masked]. Driven by instinct, his body shot forward like a lit powder keg.

The good news is that he has likely retained his position as the leader of the 103rd squad.
The bad news is... he's most likely going to die in this glorious post today!
"Damn it!"

The bald captain let out a low growl, and the cheap plastic slipper sole shattered into dust under the immense force.

"boom--!"

A deep, thunderous roar.

The grass beneath his feet seemed to have been hit by a mortar shell, with gravel and turf spraying violently in all directions in a raging, ring-shaped shockwave.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the bald captain's figure, like a cannonball, hurtled towards [Masked]'s back, carrying with it debris and dust.

At the same time, his arms were spread out like two heavy siege hammers made of fine steel, and he smashed them hard into the back of [Masked]'s head with deadly wind pressure.

Zuo Bai suddenly froze on the spot.

On his way there, he was told the whole truth: he had been packaged as a special gift for [Masked].

Right now, I'm overwhelmed with grief; there's no greater sorrow than a broken heart.

But what's going on with this step?

Why did they suddenly start fighting?!
A glimmer of hope rekindled in Zuo Bai's lifeless eyes; his mental CPU instantly overclocked to its limit, sparks of thought crackling and exploding.

"Huh, I think... I'm saved again. Heaven hasn't forsaken me, Zuo Bai?"
Praise be to 'Old Huang'! He really absorbed all my bad luck! This seemingly hopeless situation has taken a turn for the better! I can live again?!

Ecstasy surged through him like a surge of millions of volts of high-voltage current, instantly permeating every cell in his body and every cold electronic component. He was so excited that he almost jumped up on the spot.

His scientific mind was completely unable to comprehend the situation before [Mask], why [Mask] would suddenly attack [Destiny]'s people.

Are you unhappy with the gift you're about to receive?
No, this is a gift from [fate] to you, [Mask], what right do you have to be dissatisfied?

Has [Mask] gone mad?

That's good, that's brilliant!

For Zuo Bai, this was undoubtedly another turning point in his life; he no longer had to give it away as a gift.

As long as he can choose the right side!
Choosing between [Mask] and [Destiny], did you even use your brain?

(End of this chapter)