When Feng Mu woke up in the morning, he received several text messages.

The messages were sent by Ma Wei, with the sending time close to dawn: 06:17.

The content of the messages was explosive.

——Boss, a lot of brothers from the Cyan Wolf Gang died last night, it seems that Bin sent them to do something at the black market, but they all died. The bodies were found under a bridge hole.

——Qian Hao, who is Bin's confidant, died especially tragically, half of his heart was eaten when he was brought back.

——Boss, you would never guess what ate it, it was ants. His chest was full of ants and ant eggs.

——I heard from the gang's doctor that when Qian Hao's heart was half eaten, he might still have been alive. Hahaha, it killed me laughing, I think the doctor should get his head checked, what do you think, boss?

Feng Mu was instantly wide awake.

He read the messages twice more, extracting the key information from them and piecing them together with what he already knew, leading naturally to the following conclusions.

First, Qian Hao was sent by Ma Bin to the black market to collect Black Core.

Second, the black market merchant collecting Black Core was extremely cruel, not an ordinary martial artist.

Ordinary martial artists don't have the means to use ants to eat a person's organs, and still keep them alive when half the heart is eaten. This was clearly an interrogation with very professional means.

Third, Qian Hao was just a gang member, he definitely couldn't withstand the interrogation, and would have betrayed Ma Bin.

Fourth, the more cruel the black market merchant, the more certain it is that there is a secret behind the Black Core. This group will inevitably target Ma Bin next.

Of course, this secret is definitely not called Nine Nether Evil Iron, this should be a secret only he, who has the system, knows.

The Black Core has another secret, but the result is the same; this group's purpose is in conflict with Feng Mu's.

Thinking of this, Feng Mu felt seventy percent frustrated and thirty percent relieved.

Frustrated because this group of black market merchants is not simple, and Ma Bin might not have the upper hand. The plan to use Ma Bin to fiddle with the Black Core is almost half dead.

Relieved because he never went to the black market with Wang Jian, nor did he foolishly try to buy back the Black Core from this group.

Otherwise, who knows what would have happened.

As for whether someone could survive with half a heart eaten, what's so strange about that? Of course, it's possible.

"Unless someone blasts half my heart in one hit, then [Frenzy Blood] might not react in time, and I'd be dead. But if ants nibble at it bit by bit, then [Frenzy Blood] would absolutely keep me alive, and the longer it goes on, the fiercer it gets," Feng Mu thought.

He thought further: "But I can only keep myself alive, not others. Comparing this as a reference, this group of black market merchants is at a higher level than I am currently."

Feng Mu rationally concluded: "To be safe, I shouldn't have my eyes on their Black Core for now."

The remaining doubt was, if Ma Bin couldn't hold up, would he betray him?

The bad news is, Ma Bin would definitely betray him;

The good news is, the image Ma Bin has of him is a lame man out for revenge for love.

It has nothing to do with Feng Mu, so it's fine.

While Feng Mu was thinking this, Ma Bin seemingly sensed something and called.

It was Red Hair's phone; they had agreed to use this phone to contact each other.

Feng Mu listened for sounds in the living room; Wang Xiuli was likely preparing breakfast in the kitchen, so he plugged in his earpiece and answered the call, his voice hoarse: "Hello, what's up?"

Ma Bin sent all his men out. He felt disgusted but carefully checked Qian Hao's body several times before dialing Red Hair's phone with a gradually serious expression.

"Did you set me up?" Ma Bin's opening line was a blunt accusation.

Feng Mu spoke calmly: "What are you talking about?"

Ma Bin sneered: "The men I sent to the black market all died horribly, those black market merchants collecting Black Core shouldn't be the level of ordinary black market merchants."

Ma Bin didn't look down on the black market, but the fact was, in the "resource control cycle" system constructed in the Upper and Lower Cities, the black market was the sewers.

The black market might circulate some controlled items, but it's definitely not that high-level.

The merchants surviving in the black market might be sly and cruel, but they're definitely not truly treacherous, because truly treacherous merchants are cloaked in legal garb.

Who's messing around in the black market when people are operating openly and receiving guests?

Ma Bin's words were a bit convoluted, but Feng Mu understood. He inwardly praised Ma Bin for his keen sense and instantly smelling danger.

Feng Mu feigned shock, paused for a few seconds, and then explained: "I didn't set you up, I didn't know those black market merchants were extraordinary."

Ma Bin sneered: "So you used me to step on a landmine, to test them?"

Feng Mu felt a bit embarrassed; he was indeed harboring such malicious intent.

Before Feng Mu could argue, Ma Bin continued: "A tricky and dangerous group, disguising themselves as black market merchants with painstaking care, and staying low-key for many years, they're obviously plotting something big, and now, they can't hide anymore."

Feng Mu: "Hmm, thanks to you."

Ma Bin was furious: "They'll definitely target me, so tell me, what's the secret behind the Black Core?"

Feng Mu was silent; darn it, he had no idea what secret the Black Core held.

Ma Bin gritted his teeth and threatened: "If you don't tell me, then when they come for me, I'll have no choice but to sell you out."

Ma Bin didn't know the appearance on the other end of the line, but he thought he grasped some key clues, like "lame," "student of School 47," and "close relationship with Wang Wei."

He was sure that as long as he was ruthless in his investigation, he'd find out the other party's true identity; in other words, providing these intelligence to those black market merchants would lead to the same result.

Thus, Ma Bin believed his threat was substantial and compelling.

Feng Mu was temporarily unwilling to tear things apart; he sighed deeply, seemingly forced, unwilling to reveal everything, and only muttered a keyword: "Evil Sacrifice!"

Ma Bin's eyes lit up, clearly having associated something.

Feng Mu patted himself on the back for his quick thinking; the system's evaluation of him was right, he was indeed skilled at lying, making the false appear true.

He said: "I don't know much more; I can only tell you that Black Core is linked to a specific Evil Sacrifice."

Feng Mu left it at that, and the call went silent on both ends.

Feng Mu was silent because he could only be silent; as for why Ma Bin was silent, Feng Mu didn't know.

After a while.

Ma Bin's voice came through the receiver again: "Understood."

Feng Mu: "…"

Wait, buddy, what exactly do you understand? Can you elaborate? I'm super curious, curse those who speak in riddles!

Feng Mu felt an itch inside; he really wanted to know what kind of fantasies Ma Bin was conjuring up, so he could use them as reference for his future lies.

Ma Bin didn't satisfy Feng Mu's curiosity; he changed the topic: "In that case, the things you asked me for, Black Core needs to be excluded."

Feng Mu was considerate: "Sure."

Ma Bin made another request: "I encountered trouble because of you stepping on the mines, if they come for me, you have to help."

Feng Mu grinned, his laughter genuine: "Of course, since we're in this together, we'll definitely watch each other's backs. Rest assured, I'm a person who values the code of the streets."

Ma Bin gave a cold snort and hung up the phone.

Only a fool believes in the code of the streets; he more strongly believed his threat had been effective, and the other party should be more knowledgeable and thus more fearful of those black market merchants than he was.

Feng Mu naturally wasn't bothered by any code of the streets; he was just a cremator blessed by fortune, and he wasn't mixed up in street affairs.

However, there was half a truth in his previous statement: "Yes, if the opportunity is right."

After all, when snipe and clam fight, the fisherman reaps the benefit~

Therefore,

Direct confrontation with black market merchants, taking risks. (X)

Using teammates as bait, ambushing, taking potshots, a wave of home exchange? (√)

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