Buzzzzz——

Text message vibration alert.

Ma Bin squinted at the text message, his emotions fluctuating with the content inside.

After a long fifteen minutes.

Ma Bin put down his phone, his face changing unpredictably, finally sighing, mumbling, "This is really the worst outcome, no deaths on either side, just as they say, bad guys are hard to kill."

Ma Bin's mind was racing, "3 against 1 and they almost counter-killed one, this Lame is not only insidious and cunning, but also formidable."

Ma Bin also considered that Lame's words might not be entirely trustworthy; the other side might have deliberately exaggerated their achievements, but it's not necessarily true they disabled one opponent, escaping from a three-person encirclement was indeed not fake.

How could he guess that Feng Mu's words weren't just unreliable, but not a single word could be believed, it was just absurd.

Even more absurdly, Feng Mu actually didn't lie; the content of his words basically reflected the facts.

He just said whether he was surrounded by three black market merchants, whether he escaped alive, and whether he firmly held back one opponent, equivalent to taking one down for Ma Bin~

Ma Bin read over the phone information again, understanding Lame's hint and warning.

These text messages, on the surface, could be seen as a kind reminder, but thinking deeper, one would realize Lame was warning him not to renege on debts or entertain dangerous thoughts.

After all, if black market merchants couldn't keep him surrounded, the Cyan Wolf Gang should forget about setting a trap or ambushing him, be careful not to lose out completely.

The most important thing was to remind him that now there's a common enemy lurking outside, so let's not fuss over minor things among ourselves.

Ma Bin's face darkened, with countless words churning inside, not knowing where to begin cursing.

But the text message reply he edited read:

——What are the characteristics of that group of black market merchants?

A quick reply came through text:

——A middle-aged man, with a fake smile like a chrysanthemum, and two others with dark faces.

On the other end, Feng Mu grinned, knowing that this text message implied silent agreement.

The probability risk of Ma Bin breaching the agreement can't be said to be nonexistent, but at least it was cut in half; Feng Mu could consider seizing the opportunity to withdraw funds.

Leaving the bedroom, he casually gulped down three bowls of rice.

While eating, Wang Xiuli informed him that Feng Ju had called back, implying that the big fish hadn't taken the bait, and the Patrol Office couldn't hold back any longer and was about to close the net.

Feng Mu's pupils constricted, his inner feelings far from being as calm as his face.

Returning to the bedroom, he sat dazed at his desk for a few minutes, inhaled deeply a few times, rubbing his cheeks vigorously. When he stood again, his mouth was already stuffed with Iron Ball powder.

[Metal Detected——Cast Iron, Edible!]

[Do you want to use a new edibility slot?]

[Use!]

[Current Edibility Slot 1: Cast Iron (Edibility 0.1/100%)]

[Edibility↑]

No time to get caught up in hesitation, open a new edibility slot first, hurry and level up, enhance combat power.

As for the other edibility slot, whether to choose [Rusty Iron] or have a chance to unlock [Nine Nether Evil Iron], it's not too late to decide once the cast iron is fully consumed.

"Shouldn't have wasted time sleeping last night, what a waste of precious time," Feng Mu lamented internally.

This month, his level of diligence has already surpassed 99% of the world's overachievers, yet he's still not satisfied.

If only there were an entry that would let him go without sleep, never knowing fatigue… that's Feng Mu's biggest wish before bedtime every night.

While resuming the iron devouring, Feng Mu opened a drawer, took out a syringe, and unhesitatingly jabbed it into his arm, drawing blood in a steady stream.

"What was missed last night must be doubled today," he thought.

Determined, Feng Mu drew three whole syringes of blood, and this time, instead of flushing it down the toilet as before, he stored it in a non-transparent thermos.

[Feast]: The blood of fellow beings exudes a tempting fragrance, devour them, and you shall attain eternal life~

Using others as a blood bag, one's mind will inevitably degrade into the inhuman.

Then, would using oneself as a blood bag also lead to inhumanity?

Maybe it wouldn't, maybe it would make one even more inhuman, Feng Mu couldn't say, but he planned to give it a try, having no other choice.

The situation changed rapidly, Ma Bin was evidently speeding up his ascent, the Patrol Office was about to close in, and the provoked black market merchants… myriad overt and covert dangers made Feng Mu feel a surge in tension.

If these dangers came sequentially, Feng Mu could handle them to a certain extent.

But, a strange premonition lingered, making Feng Mu feel that these seemingly unaligned powder kegs were possibly going to be ignited simultaneously, exploding into a grand firework.

One powder keg, Feng Mu bet [Iron Eater] could handle;

Two powder kegs, Feng Mu figured going into [Frenzy Blood] could manage;

However,

Three powder kegs stacked together, without [Feast], they really might not be bearable.

Feng Mu wanted to see fireworks, even feeling a bit agitated to set them off, but he absolutely didn't want to be blasted to pieces, becoming a firework in someone else's eyes.

The three syringes of blood were just enough to fill a thermos.

Feng Mu screwed the cap tightly, placed it in his bag; from tomorrow, he would carry it with him every day.

"Unfortunately, once blood leaves the body, its shelf life is only 24 hours," Feng Mu thought, that at least he could replace it daily.

The 24-hour shelf life wasn't an arbitrary number given by Feng Mu, but a result of his recent experiments, even though he didn't drink it.

He sensed it.

When Feng Mu first drew his blood, he realized that if it was stored in a metal container, he could sense its location and vitality after it left his body.

Once, in a blood battle with Zhang Tong, he couldn't sense the lost blood because it splattered on the ground and was instantly contaminated and deactivated.

That day after drawing blood, when he quietly carried a basin of it to pour into the toilet, he noticed this feature.

While the blood was in the iron basin, he could sense it; after it was poured into the toilet, the sensing disappeared.

Thus, Feng Mu inferred that his blood required metal, more specifically iron, to stay active outside the body.

It made sense since [Frenzy Blood] and [Iron Eater] were entries born together, inevitably sharing some unique bond~

However, storing blood in iron couldn't maintain its activity indefinitely, only lasting for 24 hours. Beyond that, Feng Mu could no longer sense his blood.

Incidentally, this sensing ignored distance, meaning if someone stole a can of Feng Mu's blood, within a 24-hour window, even if they fled to the ends of the earth, Feng Mu could still sense its coordinates.

A small seemingly useless ability, after all, Feng Mu couldn't think of anyone insane enough to steal his blood.

But then again, what if it's used the other way around~

Feng Mu shoved the syringe back into the drawer, his gaze lingering on the Black Core momentarily, concocting a devious plot in his mind.

"If this really works, the Black Core might just yield a fat gain," he murmured to himself, eyes gleaming with a dark light.

He stood by the window, gazing at the curtain of night gradually falling outside. He couldn't see the person stalking him, but he knew that person hadn't left.

Which one could it be?

The middle-aged man with the chrysanthemum smile, the plain dark face, or the dark face who played with ants?

Drawing the curtains.

Feng Mu collected his thoughts, immersing his mind, beginning the Body Forging Exercise…

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