The dimly lit small shanty by the roadside.

Little umbrellas and tissues scattered beside the bed, the poorly ventilated room filled with a fermented smell.

The lady sat by the bed, dressing while nudging the sleeping Huang Mao, asking, "Brother, the time's up. Want to extend or settle the bill?"

Huang Mao woke up, glaring fiercely at the woman, cursing, "Fuck, pay what money?"

The lady was a bit scared: "No, brother, you slept with me last night, you need to pay."

Huang Mao wiped his crotch with tissue, shamelessly laughing: "I sleep with you, I have to pay? Didn't you also sleep with me? Besides, it was me working all night, my waist is aching now, you think you get to enjoy for free?"

The lady looked dumbfounded: "???"

Huang Mao buckled his belt, seeing the lady still dazed, he grabbed her hair hard, snarling: "Hurry up and give me 500 bucks for nutrition, I gotta rush out for business."

Though unwilling, the lady's scalp was almost torn off, and seeing the short knife on Huang Mao's belt, she could only swallow her anger and handed over 500 yuan.

Huang Mao snatched the money, laughing heartily as he left: "Alright, alright, I'll fuck you again next time I pass by."

The lady closed the door, cursing bitterly: "Those Cyan Wolf Gang bastards, they even cheat and rob money for prostitutes, damn them to be hacked the moment they step out."

10 minutes later.

Huang Mao met up with Red Hair, slurping rice noodles at a street stall.

Red Hair, not fully awake, grumbled: "I don't know what Bin wants, making us watch people every day."

Huang Mao scratched his crotch: "Whatever Bin tells us to do, we do it. Are you questioning Bin's decisions?"

Red Hair quickly shook his head: "I'm just puzzled about what Bin is thinking, only following and not taking action. If you ask me, we should just kidnap everyone on the list back to the gang at once."

In fact, Huang Mao thought the same, but he was chosen by Bin for his ruthlessness and loose morals, and also for keeping his mouth shut.

Just do the job, never ask questions.

"Get to work, the person is coming." Huang Mao rinsed his mouth with tea and spat it back into the cup, then swaggered toward Feng Mu.

Red Hair hurried to follow.

The street vendor, scowling, collected the bowls and cups, not daring to mention the meal money.

Feng Mu, riding his bike, was forcibly stopped by Huang Mao, looking over with a pale face.

Huang Mao was very pleased with Feng Mu's bloodless face, assuming he was scared and had lost sleep over them.

Huang Mao loved being feared, coldly asking: "Where to?"

Feng Mu honestly responded: "Heading to the incineration plant for work."

Huang Mao pulled Feng Mu off the bike and mounted it himself: "Lead the way then."

Feng Mu, seeing the passersby avoiding him like the plague, lowered his head and walked ahead.

Huang Mao wobbled on the bike, its wheels bumping against the curb and dipping into the mud, as if ready to fall apart.

They arrived at the incineration plant 20 minutes later than usual.

It was Feng Mu's first time being late to work, not only losing the monthly perfect attendance but also deducted 100 yuan, ultimately reducing the monthly salary by 500 yuan.

At the incineration plant entrance.

Huang Mao braced the bike with his foot and kicked it to the ground, beckoning Feng Mu over, and asked: "Know why we're following you?"

The security guard inside the plant sipped from a thermos, watching coldly.

Feng Mu squinted his eyes, thinking, usually it didn't feel crowded, but this morning there were people everywhere, yet no chance to find the right moment, truly frustrating.

Nonetheless, he put on a fearful facade, with his cheek muscles twitching from tension: "I don't know."

In reality, Feng Mu was controlling the bones beneath his face. Though he couldn't make them pierce the skin like his phalanges, it wasn't difficult to pull the muscles to make subtle expressions.

Perhaps, once his [Molded Embryo] level increased, he could alter his face directly through the bones, or even grow a bone mask on his face?

It's a pity that the world's entertainment industry was hindered by martial arts, otherwise, Feng Mu might have turned to the entertainment world to snag a small golden statue.

Feng Mu, an actor's king hindered by the Calamity Corpses.

Huang Mao sneered coldly thrice, threatening with a sinister face: "Think hard about what you've been up to lately. Our Cyan Wolf Gang won't target you for no reason, figure it out and confess."

Feng Mu paused; he thought Huang Mao was underutilized as a thug, he should be conducting interrogations at the Patrol Office.

Really, if he hadn't pre-planted eyes in the Cyan Wolf Gang, he might have been truly guilty and tricked into confessing now.

Seeing Feng Mu keeping his mouth shut, Huang Mao grinned, signaling with a finger to his eyes then pointing at Feng Mu, implying he would be watched continuously.

"When do you get off work?"

"7 o'clock."

"See you after work, don't try to run, we know where you live."

"Mm, don't be late."

Feng Mu agreed with a tremble in his voice, as Huang Mao and Red Hair walked away arrogantly, oblivious to the strange excitement suppressed in the latter's trembling voice.

The security guard continued sipping his goji berry tea from the thermos, showing pity for Feng Mu's back, pondering that the plant might need to recruit new cremators soon.

Being late already, Feng Mu wasn't in a hurry.

He leisurely pushed the bike into the shed, fetched a basin of water, and cleaned it.

As he wiped, he happily quipped: "Love riding, love riding, system activation task. You dodged death once but nearly got dismantled today. Should have let me eat you, right~ Don't worry, I'll get justice for you."

Bike·Love Riding: "..." Thank you, my owner.

In the morning, it seemed Wang Jian had heard something and asked about Feng Mu, showing concern.

Feng Mu remained silent.

Wang Jian then suggested he call the police: "Go to the Patrol Office, or no, isn't your dad the Chief Constable, just find your dad then?"

In Feng Mu's dictionary of problem-solving, "asking dad" never existed, as if Feng Ju was a blocked sensitive term.

Whenever encountering issues, he instinctively ruled out Feng Ju as an option.

Partly because the original soul had committed suicide, leaving resentments in the body that might disrupt Feng Mu's thinking;

On the other hand, Feng Mu was always ready to sever ties with that family, avoiding complications, especially deepening relationships and consequences with Feng Ju, be they good or bad.

However,

Wang Jian's suggestion was like a sudden spark illuminating the fog, a momentary flash that seemed to reveal the big picture, as if he vaguely understood something.

"Direct tracking, continuous pressure, all are lower-class vulnerable groups, under normal thinking, it's just for the Patrol Office to be involved, no?"

"Someone like me, who wants to rely on myself, using murder to eliminate a gang is the abnormal mindset, right?"

"So, this is Bin's purpose?"

"Using the list as the fuse to provoke the Patrol Office against the Cyan Wolf Gang, adding me as a coincidental list item, besides being a coincidence, also because I'm a Patrol Office family member, might more easily provoke them."

"So, Ma Bin wants the Patrol Office to conduct a special crackdown on organized crime. What is he after? Isn't he the second in command of the Cyan Wolf Gang?"

"Oh, got it, it's because he's the second in command of the Cyan Wolf Gang."

Though some details remained unclear, Feng Mu had basically figured it out.

"Such a well-directed play!"

Feng Mu lamented internally, and the stone in his heart finally settled, no more worries.

When the fog obscures the situation, danger lurks everywhere for you never know where the dark arrows will come from; once you see through it, you become the hunter in the shadows, drawing the bow.

Moreover, being the one hidden deepest and least noticeable.

The stage is set, with leads, supporting roles, clowns, extras… how could it lack the true villain's performance?

Maybe influenced and bewitched by the system, Feng Mu suddenly felt restless elements stirring in his bones and blood.

"Without the true villain, the play is incomplete, I need to take the stage and ignite the opening~" he thought.

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