It's like Li Mao was giving him psychological pressure, though it was useless, Feng Mu wanted to pay it back in full now.

He wasn't being petty, just wanted to provoke Huang Mao a bit more.

Testing moves requires a decent opponent, only then will the effect be strong and the experience points be adequate.

Having taken out Red Hair with one finger, Feng Mu focused on Huang Mao, feeling he was easily managing, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

The pressure Huang Mao brought to him was not even half of what Zhang Tong did that night, not because Huang Mao was too weak, but because…

"The power of Crane Claw Skill is sufficient, and today I didn't make any mistakes. Without backing down, I fought fiercely and viciously, I'm much more formidable than that night!"

In the battle, Feng Mu had an epiphany, and because of the epiphany, he fought even more viciously.

Huang Mao felt a chill in his heart, his remaining eye glaring fiercely, while the other eye socket had a menacing crack, half a shattered eyeball sunk into the bone.

Was it that he wasn't ferocious enough?

No, the trapped beast in its last struggle fought with enough ferocity, but ultimately couldn't match Feng Mu's ferocity.

But,

It was definitely not because he was timid, but because.....

Huang Mao gritted his teeth and endured one of Feng Mu's claws, a large chunk of flesh was gouged out from his stomach, almost causing his stinky guts to spill out.

At this cost, Huang Mao executed a short knife technique, stabbing three times within a square inch, aimed at Feng Mu's groin, navel, and heart.

Then, the first stab was deflected by a raised knee, making a bloody mark on his knee, though the bone wasn't pierced.

Next, the second stab was flicked away by hooked fingers, slicing off a layer of flesh from the opponent's index finger, yet the exposed bone-hook bit back even fiercer, truly it was madness.

Finally, on the third stab, it hit with no obstruction, yet it felt like stabbing into a layer of iron shell, sparking metal under cracked skin and flesh.

What could Huang Mao do, trading injury for injury, resulted in his true injury and the opponent's fake one, he was bleeding profusely, while the opponent was still full of vitality and dissatisfaction all over his face.

How was he supposed to keep fighting like this, Huang Mao was utterly hopeless.

Was it a question of ferocity? The opponent was relying on his high defense and thick blood, refusing to yield. How could he not retreat, how could he dare not retreat?

Feng Mu, however, did not feel the same way. He was completely convinced he had comprehended the essence of combat, as long as he didn't retreat and attacked fiercely, it was others who would back off.

"The meaning of ferocity is, as long as I'm ferocious enough, the danger would all be on others!"

The more Feng Mu fought, the brighter his eyes became, the more he fought, the more eager he was, the more he fought, the more firm his belief, feeling like his combat experience was rocketing upwards.

"Don't stop, don't retreat, come on."

"Retreat and you're dead, rush up and kill me if you want to live. The more wounded you are, the harder you should fight back to turn the tables."

Bleeding from everywhere, Huang Mao had turned into Red Hair, his ears filled with the opponent's aggressive and surging words, leaving him completely numb.

Is he cheering for me, this person seems kind... like hell he is~

The next second, rage surged from Huang Mao's heart, developing courage beside his gall, he threw down the blade, opened his arms, and faced death unflinchingly: "No more fighting, kill me."

Feng Mu, in the midst of battle high spirits, froze his hand movements, his expression as if he had swallowed a fly.

Seriously, your survival instinct is weak, look at the Red Hair next to you, with hamstrings severed, only one hand left, yet still crawling with all his might, he's crawled over ten meters away.

Feng Mu felt a bit deflated, executing Crane Claw Skill's thirteenth move, Terminal Technique: Heart-Shattering Claw, to finish off the "stance meter broken" Huang Mao.

The night was silent, the sound of a heart being crushed by five fingers, juices seeping through the gaps, carried by the wind, made Red Hair stop crawling and turn back in horror.

A body in the distance fell straight to the ground with a thud.

Nearby, the bloodstained canvas shoes entered the line of sight, bringing footsteps from far to near.

Red Hair froze in place, feeling his heart nearly burst, stiffly turning his neck, watching Feng Mu, hands full of blood, squat down.

"Your survival instinct is stronger than that of Huang Mao," Feng Mu said.

Red Hair wanted to beg for mercy, but his throat seemed stuck, unable to say anything.

Feng Mu reached out, pulled a phone from Red Hair, handed it to him, and said calmly, "Call your Bin, I have something to discuss with him."

Red Hair laboriously turned over, found a number, and dialed out.

During the ringing, Red Hair mustered his nerve to ask, "We were just following Bin's orders, could you spare my life?"

Feng Mu didn't like to lie, he honestly said, "Depends on your performance."

Red Hair grasped onto this lifeline, hope lighting up in his eyes.

The call connected.

Red Hair's voice was hoarse and trembling: "Bin, it's Red Hair, someone wants to talk to you."

At Blood Rose Bar, listening to the trembling voice on the other end, Ma Bin was slightly stunned, casually pulled out a list on the side, glanced at it.

Confirmed that the person Red Hair had been following these days was Feng Mu.

Ma Bin's tone was calm: "Who's looking for me?"

Red Hair swallowed his saliva, staring blankly at Feng Mu, unsure whether to tell the truth or lie.

Feng Mu controlled his throat, pressing on his vocal cords to make his voice hoarse: "Why are you looking at me? Quickly tell your Bin who I am."

Only then did Red Hair stammer into the microphone: "Bin, he is Feng Mu."

The microphone was silent for a second, then asked: "Where's Huang Mao?"

"Dead!"

"Oh~"

There was another silence from the microphone. Ma Bin said nothing, Red Hair didn't know what to say, and Feng Mu wasn't in a hurry. They were all waiting.

On the other end of the line, Ma Bin's pupils slightly contracted.

He knew every underling's character in the gang. Huang Mao was a complete scoundrel and not too afraid to die, so if Huang Mao were the one on the call, the credibility would be about 30%.

But when it came to the cowardly and timid Red Hair, you couldn't believe a word, you even had to consider the opposite.

They went to track Feng Mu, then Feng Mu killed Huang Mao and forced Red Hair to call him, informing him that the murderer was Feng Mu?

Is Feng Mu brain-damaged, or does he take Ma Bin for a fool?

After a while, Ma Bin spoke into the phone again: "A clumsy lie, who are you really?"

Listening to the voice on the phone, Red Hair looked astonished. Feng Mu grinned and said hoarsely, "I'm Feng Mu."

After saying that, as if afraid the other side wouldn't believe it, Feng Mu pressed his peeled finger bone against Red Hair's neck.

Red Hair was terrified, and his voice distorted with a sob: "Bin, he really is Feng Mu, I'm not lying to you."

Little did he know, the more Red Hair cried out, the less Ma Bin believed him. Ma Bin sneered: "If you don't tell me who you are, I'll hang up."

Feng Mu took the phone from Red Hair's hands, and said helplessly: "Hey, these days, no one believes when you tell the truth."

Ma Bin remained silent.

Perfect~

The suspicion around Feng Mu was wordlessly removed!

Feng Mu finally let out a long sigh, telling the truth: "Who I am is not important. What's important is that I heard you're sending people everywhere to find me?"

Ma Bin straightened up from the sofa, frowning slightly: "Who are you?"

Feng Mu chuckled coldly: "I killed Zheng Hang, and I also dealt with Zhang Tong. Who do you think I am?"

In his heart, Ma Bin had already vaguely guessed, but he wasn't surprised when he heard this. Instead, he said, "You're bold. Our Cyan Wolf Gang is looking for you, yet you still dare to call me. What do you want to do?"

Feng Mu glanced at Red Hair, who was now completely paralyzed and dazed, and continued: "I want to do the same thing as you, Bin."

Ma Bin: "What I want to do, I just want to catch you."

Feng Mu smirked disdainfully: "Don't act. What you truly want is for Zheng Si to die. Coincidentally, I want Zheng Si dead too."

Red Hair, as if he heard a secret he shouldn't have, wished he could bury his ears in the ground.

On the other end, Ma Bin's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and he resolutely denied: "You're slandering me. I'm loyal to Boss Zheng."

"Hehe——" Feng Mu smirked dismissively and teased, "Then should I call Zheng Si?"

"Why would Boss Zheng believe you?"

"If I call using Zheng Hang's phone, he'll know I'm the real killer, then he'll realize everyone on your list is up to no good."

Ma Bin gripped the phone hard, realizing the other knew far more than he imagined, his tone turned cold: "You're the one who killed Zheng Hang, I'm the second-in-command of the Cyan Wolf Gang, Boss Zheng would trust me over you?"

Feng Mu replied calmly: "Doesn't matter, I don't need him to trust me; I just need him to distrust you. So, should I call him now?"

Dead silence.

After a full thirty seconds, a voice came over the phone: "We can work together. I can help you kill Zheng Si and avenge Wang Wei."

This remark was probing, but Feng Mu didn't deny the connection with Wang Wei; he spoke as if genuinely wanting to avenge Wang Wei, his voice icy:

"Zheng Si definitely needs to die, but in addition to that, I also want..."

Just kidding, does Feng Mu care whether Zheng Si lives or dies?

Yes, he cares, it's better if Zheng Si is dead.

But,

The stage that Ma Bin set up, Zheng Si is definitely going to be taken down by Ma Bin's scheme.

In that case, this is a result of team cooperation. How can that count as a reward~

"Even though you set the stage, I performed in it, playing two roles at that, isn't it reasonable to ask for an astronomical remuneration~"

With such thoughts, Feng Mu demanded a sky-high price, making Ma Bin on the other end of the line wish he could crush the phone.

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