Two minutes later.

Pighead Zhao Zhixin and Foxface Hong Ya walked in.

Each of them was carrying a heavy black body bag in their hands. The material of the bag was very special, with excellent sealing qualities, not a drop of blood seeped through.

Then, Zhao Zhixin pulled open the zipper of one of the body bags. Inside lay Liu Yang, quiet and headless.

Zhao Zhixin carefully moved Liu Yang's headless body out, as if placing a fragile piece of cargo. He found an appropriate spot by the wall and leaned the body there.

Then, he continued to take out Liu Yang's head from the body bag, gently placing it on the neck.

Next, he suddenly slapped the head with such force that it shot out, crashing against the wall and leaving a bright red mark.

Subsequently, the head tumbled in the air, ultimately falling to the ground, rolling to a stop by Yuan Xidi's feet.

"Only one left, not very harmonious." Wang Yu frowned; as an artist, he was very particular about composition.

Feng Mu also felt the scene was discordant, and upon hearing this, suddenly realized and uttered three words.....

"Is everything settled over there?" Gong Qi asked.

Hong Ya responded crisply, then reminded Wang Yu, "Sixth brother, be more careful next time. Don't use the pen tip to poke people. The marks are too obvious."

Wang Yu sheepishly smiled and nodded obediently.

Zhao Zhixin and Hong Ya re-entered the room, meticulously tidied up the scene, then satisfied, exited the room. Zhao Zhixin gave Li Bashan a confirming glance.

Li Bashan understood, and in a deep, muffled voice said, "Laoliu stays, everyone else withdraws."

The rest quickly left.

Hong Ya stood quietly at the threshold, handing the heavy body bag securely to senior brother Li Bashan.

Then, she took out a special spray from her backpack, skillfully and evenly spraying it onto the soles of the shoes of each person about to step over the threshold.

The moment the liquid made contact with the shoe soles, it rapidly solidified, resembling a layer of invisible protective adhesive, ensuring they would leave no traces when departing.

Li Bashan rubbed Hong Ya's head with his large hand, walked out, heading downstairs, leaving no footprints on the ground at all.

The others trickled out, leaving in succession.

In the blink of an eye, only Wang Yu remained in the room, while Hong Ya guarded the doorway, waiting quietly.

Niu and Foxface exchanged a knowing glance, after which Hong Ya picked up the spray and carefully sprayed it on her own shoe soles.

Once Hong Ya put away the spray, Wang Yu had already removed his mask and handed it to Hong Ya.

Hong Ya stored the mask, looked back at Wang Yu, softly reminding, "Brother, your clothes are stained with blood. There are spare clothes in the car. Do you want to change?"

Wang Yu gently shook his head, a faint smile on his lips: "No need."

Hearing his reply, Hong Ya nodded slightly, then happily bounded away like a light butterfly, quickly catching up with her senior brothers descending the stairs.

Wang Yu watched Hong Ya's figure until she vanished around the stairwell before turning to walk inside.

He paced slowly in the room, every step solid and soon, the floor was covered with his bloody footprints.

He crouched before the shattered head, carefully picking up the scattered skull fragments piece by piece, trying to piece them back together.

In the process, his clothes inevitably got soaked with splattered blood, and his calm expression gradually took on a trace of sorrow.

Hong Ya leapt lightly into the van, clapping her hands to close the door, tidily collecting everyone's masks like a housekeeper.

During the collection process, she took out a cloth soaked with special detergent from her bag, gently wiping each mask.

Her movements were detailed, as if fearing missing any stain, until ensuring the masks returned to their original clean state, she happily packed them back into the bag.

Feng Mu glanced at Hong Ya's backpack, curious about how many strange things were packed inside that seemingly small bag.

Gong Qi approached with a smile and said, "Those sprays were concocted by Hong Ya herself, hmmm, little sister has a bit of OCD, you'll get used to it."

Feng Mu nodded.

Gong Qi was itching with curiosity but hesitated to ask, "Little brother, it's not that the senior brother is nosy, just curious, when you tricked the dead man about Zheng Hang just now, who is..."

Hong Ya perked up her ears, playfully glaring at Gong Qi, "Fifth brother, you're probing little brother's secrets again, be careful, or I'll tell second sister!"

Feng Mu chuckled softly, half-smiling, "Zheng Hang? Well, he was a guy who had a crush on my sister. One time, I accidentally saw them having a tryst in the woods, but alas....."

Feng Mu dragged his words, sighed, "He went astray, killed and fled, currently wanted by the Patrol Office, and who knows where he's hiding now."

Gong Qi was momentarily stunned; his intuition told him the little brother was making it up.

Meanwhile, Hong Ya's eyes sparkled. Being young, she loved hearing twisted and tear-jerking love stories.

She leaned forward with expectancy, looking at Feng Mu, and asked, "Little brother, tell in detail, big sister loves to hear it!"

Feng Mu grinned, slowly recounting the hidden, unknown clandestine love affair of sister Feng Yuhuai.

"...my father, though just a small chief constable at the Patrol Office, was a rigid, authoritarian, snobbish person, especially disdainful of gangsters, hoping to cultivate my sister well enough to marry into Upper City."

"He would never allow my sister to mingle with someone like Zheng Hang, so I guess, besides me accidentally witnessing it once, no one in the family should know about this underground relationship."

"Then, not sure what happened, Zheng Hang got involved in a murder case and disappeared."

"His father went mad searching for people recently but was gunned down by the Patrol Office. Later, my sister got entangled in the Puppet Mother incident, sigh..."

The van moved slowly on the road, the silent interior filled with the tragic story Feng Mu told.

Hong Ya listened intently, finally unable to hold back and asked, "Little brother, is Zheng Hang really unfindable?"

Feng Mu pursed his lips, laughed lightly, "Of course, he can be found; if sister wants to see him, little brother can make it happen someday."

Hong Ya was extremely happy, laughed, "Good, good, big sister loves to see lovers finally getting together."

Gong Qi rolled his eyes beside him, completely certain now that the little brother was fabricating, and Zheng Hang was likely dead without a whole body.

Feng Mu glanced at Gong Qi, smiled, "Brother doesn't believe?"

Gong Qi pouted.

Feng Mu grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, "Then, brother, what do you think I need to do to fill in this false story and make it real?"

Gong Qi's eyes suddenly brightened, "This story sounds indeed interesting. If little brother needs help, please be sure to let brother know."

Feng Mu laughed out loud, "Then I'll thank brother in advance for Zheng Hang's sake."

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