Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 643 Schrödinger's Fate: The Storm Is Coming.
After a friendly meeting with the [Destiny] 103 team, who appeared to be a "wild treasure chest," and a brief exchange, Feng Mu neither refused nor immediately accepted their invitation to join the team.

He needs to confirm whether Squad 103 is indeed a "wild treasure chest" before making a final decision.

In addition, he had another concern—even if he joined Squad 103, he would not be able to be on call 24/7.

He can play the role of [Mask], but he can't always be [Mask]. Most of the time, he still has to switch back to his real self, Feng Mu.

Fortunately, Squad 103 was very understanding and did not pressure him to make a decision immediately.

After exchanging contact information, Feng Mu made an excuse that he had to go after "Old Huang" and was about to leave.

"Zheng Hang, who are you looking for? We can help you. To be honest, we are very good at finding people."

The beast interrupted in a gruff voice, clearly unaware of the emcee's attempt to stop him. He pounded his thick chest with a loud thud, displaying remarkable enthusiasm.

The emcee had no choice but to nod and point to Wu Shou, who had been trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible, and introduced him:

“That’s right. Our team has a human navigator. As long as you enter the correct name and photo, you can find anyone within a hundred miles.”

Feng Mu's gaze suddenly shifted to Wu Shou, and he said meaningfully:
Are you sure you can find anyone?

Wu Shou felt uneasy under Feng Mu's gaze and cautiously lowered his head to avoid eye contact.

"Well... not all of them can be found. If the other party uses false information, or has special items that block detection, then they can't be found."

"Oh, I see."

Feng Mu narrowed his eyes, not pressing the matter further, but he already understood.

"So that's how it is. This person is used for this purpose. It seems that this is how Zuo Bai was found by Squad 103."

To be honest, he really wants one of these navigation apps, since they're so useful.

Feng Mu politely declined Team 103's offer to help find the missing person.
"No need. It's a personal matter; I can handle it myself."

Just kidding, he went to great lengths to get "Old Huang" out of the way, so he wouldn't dare ask Squad 103 to help him find a bit.

Feng Mu composed himself, his face growing increasingly warm and apologetic as he said:

"Thank you all again for your generous gifts. I appreciate your kindness, but I am currently overwhelmed with other matters. Could you temporarily leave the food with your team? I will retrieve it after I have finished my current tasks."

He adopted a humble attitude, gave sufficient reasons, and left a loophole for future contact.

The members of Squad 103 exchanged a knowing glance and did not stop them further.

Feng Mu said no more and quickly disappeared into the thick night.

Only after Feng Mu's presence completely disappeared from his perception range did the beast scratch his short, needle-like hair, his thick eyebrows furrowing into a knot:
"[Masked] Does this mean he agreed or not? My brain is a little confused!"

A red dragonfly licks its red lips:
"He agreed halfway, but not completely. But there's no rush. His final attitude towards [fate] was friendly and approachable, not feigned."

He said we're all good people [by fate], and I like him.

The emcee rolled his eyes speechlessly, wiped the bloodstains from his face, and said in a deep voice:
"Although there was a slight misunderstanding in the process, the result was not bad. After all, we didn't expect to recruit [Masked] into the team in one go."

This person is very suspicious; trust... will take time to build.

The bald captain grunted, glanced at the two "corpses" on the ground, and sighed:

"At least we have a way to contact each other, which is the first step to success. We shouldn't stay here any longer; let's leave first."

Finished.

The group quickly left, ignoring the corpses on the ground.

Unfortunately, the taxi was destroyed, so they had to leave on foot.

Looking at the wrecked remains of his overturned car, Wu Shou mustered his courage and tentatively asked:

"Um, my car is totaled, so can I...?"

Before he could finish speaking, the emcee stopped and slowly turned around.

A gentle, polite smile reappeared on his blood-stained face, but his eyes held no warmth.

"Oh, I'm so sorry that your car was lost because of our actions. It was indeed our oversight. But please rest assured, [fate] never fails its friends."

We will definitely compensate you with a brand new, better-performing car, to your satisfaction.

Wu Shou's face instantly fell, revealing a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Th...thank you."

God knows, he really didn't intend to seek compensation; that's not what he meant at all.

He wanted to say he didn't need compensation, but he didn't dare; he had to accept it, and he had to put on a grateful expression.

Since compensation is required, he naturally has to continue to obediently follow along until he receives it.

Zuo Bai was completely bewildered. Even with his top-level scientist's logic and thinking, he was now a little confused about his current situation.

[Fate] sent me to [Mask].

[Mask] took me in and then placed me in the care of [Destiny].

So, do I now belong to [Mask] or [Fate]?
Good news, it seems I won't be slaughtered for now?
The bad news is, I'm not sure if they're planning to fatten me up before slaughtering me?
Zuo Bai felt a chill run through him, as if his fate remained in a Schrödinger's cat-like state.

He shook his head vigorously, then silently stepped to the back of the line.

..........
The villa's heavy oak doors are like a gate separating life and death.

In the entryway, a crystal chandelier cast a soft yet slightly cold glow, elongating Li Hanyu's shadow.

"have they gone?"

Her voice was soft, deliberately maintaining a steady tone, as if it were just a casual question, but her heart was churning with tension and unease.

The two bodyguards pressed their shoulders against the cold door, holding their breath and listening intently.

Outside the door, the brief but violent commotion seemed to be swallowed up by the night.

After confirming there was no sound, one of the bodyguards, A, turned the brass knob on the doorknob extremely slowly, pushing the heavy door open a crack, narrow enough for only one eye to peek through.

Between the two villas are carefully planted lush trees, their dense branches swaying gently in the night breeze.

The swaying shadows of the trees, like a shimmering veil, greatly obstructed his view.

He couldn't make out the exact facial features of the fighters, but could vaguely make out the outlines of several figures and the colors of their clothing.

Among them, the most eye-catching and recognizable feature is the iconic black robe and black face of the Night's Watch.

It was precisely because they had glimpsed the night watchmen involved in the fight through the crack in the door that the bodyguards inside were so cautious, never stepping out of the door once. Firstly, the fight at the neighboring villa was none of their business, and they preferred to avoid getting involved.
On the other hand, anything associated with the Night's Watch is never good; once involved, trouble is inevitable.

As it turned out, they were right not to go out.

Because one of the Night's Watchmen was lying motionless on the cold ground, probably dead.

The other watchman, however, abandoned his companion's "corpse" and disappeared without a trace.

Two night watchmen, one dead and one escaped?
What kind of vicious villain is he? He even dares to kill the Night's Watchmen. We can't afford to mess with him.

He suppressed his fear and widened his eyes again, carefully scanning every inch of the area, from the entrance of the neighboring villa to the streetlights.

Within sight, apart from the two corpses on the ground, there was indeed no other moving figure.

He slowly withdrew his gaze, turned around, faced Li Hanyu, and reported what he had seen:
"Madam should be safe now; everyone outside has left."

Li Hanyu frowned slightly and said:

"Are you sure they've all left?"

The bodyguard glanced outside again, then added the details:

"Yes, there's no one outside, just two corpses."

Li Hanyu's voice remained steady, but her speaking speed noticeably increased slightly:
"Have you seen who it is?"

The bodyguard recalled what he had just witnessed, trying to extract useful information:
"Of the dead ones, one was a night watchman, dressed in black and wearing a black mask. He was right under the streetlamp, so you could see him clearly. The other one was headless."

He paused and continued:
"The one who killed him was wearing a white mask, I think it was [Masked]. I couldn't see the rest clearly. Oh, right, one of them had a reflective bald head."

“The Night Watchman is dead… [Masked]… Baldy…”

Every word the bodyguard uttered felt like a lead block covered in ice crystals, stabbing hard into Li Hanyu's heart, making her feel agitated.

A night watchman died at the gate next door; this is a big problem.

What terrified Li Hanyu even more was that the villa next door seemed to be inhabited by special envoys from Shangcheng, and no one had come out of that villa for a long time.

I wonder if the special envoy is alright, or if he also met with misfortune? If the special envoy also met with misfortune...

Li Hanyu dared not think any further, only feeling a bone-chilling cold instantly spread from the soles of her feet throughout her body, rushing straight to the top of her head.

Her face suddenly turned ashen and dark, as if a layer of gray paint had been splashed on delicate white porcelain, and even her lips lost their color.

While the special envoy is alive, he may just be a symbolic "mascot" who can be worshipped and not be taken too seriously.

But if he died in District Nine, then the death would be far more than just that of a mascot!

Li Hanyu's face was frighteningly cold, and she said in a chilling voice:
"Alright, stop looking. Close the door and lock it. Nobody is allowed to leave."

Bodyguard A felt as if he had been granted a pardon and immediately carried out the order; no one would be foolish enough to suggest going outside to take a look.

Peeping?

You can pretend you're deaf and dumb, and act as if nothing happened.

Are you really going out for a stroll?
That could backfire; if mud gets into your pants, even if it's not shit, it'll still look like shit.

After all, the real world is often quite surreal and completely illogical.

Li Hanyu took a deep breath, suppressing the inexplicable unease in her heart, and gave the order:

"Immediately! Inform the councilor and President Lu of everything that has happened outside!"

The bodyguards on both sides nodded slightly almost simultaneously. In fact, Li Hanyu didn't need to give any instructions. The bodyguards had already reported the situation when they first confirmed through the crack in the door that the Night Watchmen were involved in the battle.

Judging by the time, Mr. Lu and that Councilor Wang's car are probably already on their way at full speed.

Li Hanyu was well aware of this. The bodyguards sent by both sides were ostensibly there to protect each other, but in reality, they were monitoring and restraining each other.

Her request for a "formal" re-notification was merely a necessary formality to demonstrate her "complete openness."

After giving instructions to her bodyguards, Li Hanyu turned around and walked towards the bedroom with seemingly calm steps, but in reality, her mind was in complete turmoil.

The battle outside the door is theoretically none of her business, but it's hard to say whether it will affect her future plans.

The main point is that her original plan was for her son to miraculously wake up later, witnessed by both the councilor and President Lu.

Qian Huan was already fully awake at this point, and the mother and son had even rehearsed their "lines" and the subsequent "performance".

To ensure everything went smoothly, she even injected her son with another anesthetic, putting him back into a "coma" and waiting for the two key audience members to take their places.

But if we continue to proceed in this manner...

Li Hanyu couldn't guarantee that someone with ulterior motives wouldn't forcibly link Qian Huan's miraculous awakening with the battle at the door.

The sudden battle at the entrance was definitely an unexpected variable in Li Hanyu's plan.

It might not ultimately harm her in the slightest, because in fact it has nothing to do with her, but it could also shatter her plans.

Because they're right next door, so close in both space and time. Needless to say, Li Hanyu has something to hide.

"One of them is bald, it must be..."

She was no fool. Suddenly, she remembered that when she went next door to "pick up" Zuo Bai earlier, wasn't there a shiny bald man among the group of people she bumped into?
"Damn it!"

Li Hanyu secretly groaned. She had thought her plan was foolproof, but with a storm about to break and her so close to the eye of the storm, could she still keep some things hidden?
It's not a big problem if she can't cover it up; she can find a way to fix it.

After all, Qian Huan has already woken up, which is a fait accompli. President Lu and Councilor Wang are both smart people, so even if they can guess something, they'll be fine.

If she handles things properly afterward, she might be able to force them to "compromise" in the face of the fait accompli.

A creature driven by self-interest will not be blinded by anger.

However, the current situation is more than a hundred times worse!
A night watchman died at the gate, and the special envoy's fate was still unknown. Li Hanyu couldn't imagine how big the storm that was about to break would be.

The Night Watch will surely retaliate, and the Ninth District government will thoroughly investigate everything that happened at Emerald Garden tonight in order to quell the anger of the Upper Town.

In this storm, some people will inevitably take the opportunity to stir up trouble and turn the "investigation" into a sharp weapon to eliminate dissidents.

This is nothing to think about; it's a basic tactic in political struggle.

In the aftermath of storms, nine out of ten of those crushed to pieces cry out that they were wronged.

Of those 90%, at least 80%... are truly innocent.

In comparison, Li Hanyu's situation is better. He doesn't even need to be framed. All he needs is for someone to find out that Zuo Bai and the bald man are in cahoots, and that Zuo Bai came to her place tonight.
(End of this chapter)