Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 642 Wild Treasure Chest? This world is so dirty.

Choose [Mask] or [Fate]?

Ha! Zuo Bai is so good at answering this question!

For him, this wasn't a multiple-choice question; it was clearly a... life-or-death question!

Although [Masked] spared him in the bushes, it could be considered a case of "burying the hatchet with a smile";
Despite the fact that [fate] has been illegally detaining him, threatening him, betraying him, and even giving him away as a "gift"...
However, Zuo Bai's stance remains as firm as a rock and as steadfast as a sycophant.

He will still blindly, firmly, and unwaveringly side with [fate].

Sorry, scientists are just like that—sensible and pragmatic, fearing power but not appreciating virtue.

So, the instant the bald captain charged out, Zuo Bai also moved.

Unlike Wu Shou, who was timid and hesitant, Zuo Bai had a clear mind, a clear goal, and was determined to move forward.

This principle is exactly the same as when he was immersed in the laboratory doing research. Once the direction and goal of the experiment are confirmed, you must have the spirit of not turning back until you hit a wall, and you must break through the wall even if you hit a wall.

In contrast, what about Wu Shou?

He's a taxi driver, and when he encounters a road accident, his instinctive habit is to step on the brakes first.

So, Zuo Bai followed closely behind the bald captain, also heading towards [Masked], unleashing all his power and fiercely attacking.

His momentum was so fierce, and his expression so ruthless, that he was even more ferocious than the bald captain who was charging at the front.

He ran incredibly fast, the whistling wind between his legs seeming to be his most steadfast declaration to fate:
"loyalty!"

Ahead, Feng Mu's stark white ribs opened and closed like the fangs of a wild beast, his feet stomping wildly forward, like a mad dog relentlessly chasing and biting at the master of ceremonies' head.

Each bite of the jaws sent a stench flying, coming within mere millimeters of the emcee's face.

At the same time, he swiftly reached behind his neck with his right hand.

“Sizzle——!!!”

Feng Mu's neck muscles suddenly tore apart, splattering viscous fluid and bits of flesh. A nearly 4-meter-long section of his spine, winding like a giant python, was pulled out from behind his neck.

The bony spurs protruding from the joints gleamed with a chilling light, reflecting a deathly aura under the streetlights.

As Feng Mu's wrist trembled violently, his spine twisted and rotated in mid-air, emitting a venomous hissing sound, accompanied by a sharp shriek that shredded the air, as it lashed out at the scarlet tongue that attacked from the side.

His left hand suddenly swung backward, the movement so fast it left afterimages.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—!"

Five pale finger bones shot out like bullets, tearing through flesh and forming a line in the air, precisely targeting the vicious wind coming from behind.

The shadow beneath his feet, illuminated by the streetlights and his own rapid movement, appeared increasingly eerie, stretching and coalescing in an instant, transforming into a humanoid ghostly figure.

The ghostly figure was pitch black and faceless, with only a pair of dark eye sockets. It showed no emotion and silently attacked the howling Zuo Bai.

Seeing the approaching figure, Zuo Bai's electronic eyes flashed with blue light.

For some reason, he always felt that the shadow of [Mask] was less vibrant than when he first saw it, and had become somewhat dull.

He looked like a prisoner who had been locked up in jail for a long time; his eyes were lifeless.

The master of ceremonies was dragged backward by the wild beast, and he could clearly feel the icy wind on his cheek from the opening and closing of its teeth, as if it were being scraped by a razor.

He stared wide-eyed through the black cloth, his face showing surprise but not panic, yet he still refused to look into the [masked]'s eyes, his gaze fixed on the other's rapidly approaching instep.

He spoke very quickly:

"[Masked] What are you doing? Have you misunderstood something? We mean you no harm. Fighting us will do you no good."

Through the pale white mask, Feng Mu let out a sinister sneer:
"Heh... I mean you no harm? Don't try to fool me with that nonsense. I know that trick all too well."

Feng Mu's speed increased, leaving a trail of ghostly figures behind him as he coldly mocked:
"If you have no ill intentions, then why don't you even have the courage to look me in the eye? Your deception skills are lacking."

Let me teach you a lesson: when you speak, always look people in the eye. That's how you gain their trust, understand?!

The emcee felt a surge of bitterness, like a mute swallowing bitter herbs, unable to express his suffering.

"Why wouldn't I look at you? Don't you have any self-awareness?!"

Seeing the emcee speechless, Feng Mu's murderous intent intensified, and he sneered:
"Can't say it? Then let me say it for you! Tell me, who exactly are you, when did you start watching me, and why are you watching me?"

Before he finished speaking, Feng Mu took two more steps forward.

The emcee's head snapped back, the black cloth covering his face was torn off by the biting ribs, and a layer of skin and flesh underneath was also scraped off.

Warm blood immediately gushed from the open wound, staining half of his cheek red.

However, the emcee showed no anger or fear on his face. Instead, he looked up and grinned, revealing a bloody smile, and said:

"We are here on behalf of [fate] to extend an olive branch to you!"

He secretly flicked his sleeve, and a parasitic seed of [destiny] quietly slipped into his palm.

He held the seed in his hand, offering a kind reminder as he spoke:
"[Masked], I'm not threatening you. If you stop now, we can still be friends, otherwise..."

Otherwise, if they unfortunately die, a pre-set encrypted email will be automatically sent to [The Joker], at which point all information related to [The Mask] will be presented to headquarters.

Subsequently, one of the thirteen seats will surely come to District Nine to deliver judgment on [Masked].

It was both to avenge them and to harvest the many evil sacrifices that [Mask] had painstakingly raised within his body.

"[destiny]?!"

Beneath the pale white mask, Feng Mu's rapidly spinning crimson tomoe abruptly stopped.

His expression froze instantly, revealing undisguised astonishment: "..."

So it turns out that fate had its eye on me?
Feng Mu had considered many possibilities, but he never expected that the person who harbored "goodwill" towards him would be [fate]?

"Strange, where's the system notification?"

A hint of doubt flashed through Feng Mu's mind.
"No notification was triggered? Was it ignored? Or... was this part of the 'Silver Treasure Chest' reward, delivered ahead of time in this 'delivery to your door' manner?"

"Or... is this just an unexpected 'wild treasure chest'?"

In a flash, all sorts of guesses collided fiercely in Feng Mu's mind.

The overwhelming killing intent emanating from Feng Mu's body, which was as tangible as a surging tide, quickly subsided and dissipated.

The ribcage and canines that had been frantically opening and closing, chasing and biting the master of ceremonies' head, seemed to have been unable to eat their fill, and with a hint of reluctance, slowly shrank back into his chest.

The grotesque spine in his hand, like a venomous snake returning to its nest, precisely "hissed" back into the crack behind his neck.

The muscles at the wound site twitched strangely, and instantly healed completely without leaving a scar.

"despair."

Feng Mu's rapid steps came to an abrupt halt, and he stood firmly rooted to the spot.

He calmly shook his hand, his five fingers healing their cuts, and gently placed them on the emcee's scratched cheek. This reversal from extreme movement to extreme stillness happened in the blink of an eye!
Ordinary people wouldn't even have time to react, but the reaction of the members of Squad 103 was surprisingly fast.

They didn't even need to exchange any words; their eyes met only for a fleeting moment when Feng Mu's murderous intent subsided.

Perfect understanding achieved!
The beast's fingertips came to an abrupt halt, its sharp nails stopping at [Masked]'s forehead.

The red dragonfly's long tongue suddenly stopped trembling and hung limply one centimeter from the [masked]'s temple, dripping with venomous saliva.

At the last moment, the bald captain used his ten toes like iron plows to carve ten deep furrows in the ground, and the surging wind lifted the hem of the clothes behind [Masked].

The entire battle seemed to have been suddenly paused, falling into a deathly silence.

Seeing that the moment he stopped, the enemies also stopped immediately, Feng Mu did not switch places with Shadow. He finally believed about 70-80% of the goodwill in the master of ceremonies' words.

As for complete trust?

Ha, that's just a pipe dream.

Feng Mu couldn't even fully trust himself. When his paranoia struck, he doubted even himself, let alone [fate].

He only believes in fate to a maximum of nine-tenths, and that's only if it's sent through system verification.

The credibility of a "treasure chest" like that belonging to Squad 103, which seems to be found in the wild, needs to be questioned.

Of course, all these inner calculations and cold assessments were perfectly locked behind Feng Mu's white mask.

On the surface, he always showed [fate] with complete, unreserved trust and acceptance.

For any qualified villain, acting is an instinct ingrained in their bones, a great career that lasts a lifetime.

We must put on a show not only for our enemies, but even more so for our own people.

Life goes on, and so does the performance.

Therefore, Feng Mu sighed softly, with a sense of relief as if he had finally found his people.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand and tapped the edge of the pale white mask with his fingertips.

"Click."

With a soft sound, the mask concealing his true face was neatly removed, revealing the true face of "Zheng Hang" underneath.

Just as the mask was removed from his face!
All the coldness, murderous intent, and suspicion on his face vanished instantly, replaced seamlessly by an expression of heartfelt apology.

"Oh—I'm sorry, my reaction was a little too extreme."

His voice was full of self-reproach, and his tone was so sincere that no one could find fault with it.
"The main problem is that I've been cheated too many times."

You can understand, right? There are too many bad people in this world, and they all like to pretend to be kind-hearted and virtuous. I'm just too afraid of being deceived again.

He paused, as if calming his "excitement," then flashed a smile ten times brighter and more benevolent than the emcee's earlier one:
"However, if you are [Destiny], then that's a different story. The [Destiny] is the one I admire most in my life. [Destiny] is different from this hypocritical world. It must be full of upright and honest people."

I was being petty and misunderstood everyone's sincere good intentions! I'm truly sorry!

master of ceremonies:".……"

Looking at Zheng Hang's face, which was full of "innocent and harmless" expression, the emcee was slightly taken aback, and a strange and strong sense of familiarity quietly emerged in his heart.

Strange, where does this feel familiar?

Red Dragonfly: "..."

Her beautiful eyes darted back and forth between Zheng Hang and the emcee with great interest, as if she had discovered something extremely interesting, her eyes sparkling with a strange light that men could not understand.

Beast: "........"

He grinned, nodded vigorously, and indicated that he fully accepted Zheng Hang's apology and deeply sympathized with his experience.

Yes... in this hypocritical world, only [fate] is their only pure land and final destination.

Bald Captain: "..."

His eye twitched uncontrollably twice; he had heard many people's opinions about [fate].

Words like "horrible," "evil," and "madness" abound, creating a plethora of appalling descriptions.

But to call him a "good person" is truly unprecedented and unprecedented.

how to say……

He now feels that not only is his position as team leader in jeopardy, but the emcee's role as the team's strategist is also precarious.

The four exchanged glances. Regardless of whether [Masked] was telling the truth or lying, they all tacitly decided to proceed with the original plan and recruit him into the team first.

After a brief mental freeze, the emcee took a deep breath, raised his head, and this time, instead of looking away, met the [masked man's] equally sincere eyes with his dark gaze, and said with a gentle smile:

"Don't blame yourself. It was my way of expressing myself that was inappropriate. There was a misunderstanding in the communication, which led to this unnecessary conflict. The responsibility is mine, not yours."

The emcee generously took the "responsibility," characterizing the conflict as a "misunderstanding," and continued:
"Let's continue our previous topic. If you don't like frozen goods, how about fresh goods?"

This is a welcome gift from our Team 103, inviting you to join us.

As they spoke, the beast, the red dragonfly, and the bald captain all withdrew their fists and tongues.

Zheng Hang (Feng Mu) seemed to remember something and turned his head to look at Zuo Bai not far behind him.

Zuo Bai: "..."

He was still clenching his fists tightly!

His face was still contorted in a ferocious expression!

He maintained that unwavering, poised-to-pounce "loyal" posture!
However!!!
At that moment, he was completely petrified, frozen in place.

My blood seemed to freeze instantly, and even my thoughts were frozen.

At this moment, it's not a good situation to put down one's fist, nor is it a good situation to keep it down.

Zuo Bai's brain completely froze: "???"

The CPU inside my head was running at full capacity, and black smoke was billowing from my hair, but I still couldn't think of any feasible solution to the problem in front of me.

No, I stand with [Destiny], but [Destiny], why... won't you fight?!

You fight whenever you want, and make up whenever you want. Have you ever considered me?
You're right!
It's so dirty, this world is so damn dirty.

Science... Science can no longer save me, nor can it save the world.

Zuo Bai's mind was in chaos. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, making a clear "gulp" sound.

Or, how about I kill myself to entertain you guys?

(End of this chapter)