Time: New Era Calendar 233, April 1st, 16:44.

Location: Zone 9, West City Incinerator.

The charred Calamity Corpses sizzled with grease in the incinerator. Feng Mu wielded a shovel, flipping the bodies back and forth like cooking, ensuring the heat reached the flesh and bones evenly for a thorough burn.

"Feng Mu, look over there!"

Wang Jian pointed into the distance at a descending square "Black Pillar" from the sky.

Then he read aloud the notification message on his phone and remarked, "The Extremely Evil Organization sounds terrifying. Luckily, the Investigation Corps and Patrol Office have locked them down; otherwise, I can't imagine the havoc they'd wreak in the city."

"By the way, Feng Mu, your dad isn't inside, is he? That would be so dangerous," Wang Jian's heart was in the right place as he worried for Feng Mu.

Feng Mu's face turned solemn, as he was indeed consumed with concern over the situation inside the "Black Pillar."

The loss of couriers and packages was insignificant, but they must not get captured alive and reveal the information of the recipients.

Feng Mu still believed he's the contact for the current group of "Extremely Evil Couriers," and with time, that probability only grew.

By now, that probability had climbed to fifty percent.

Because all the information he had matched his suspicions perfectly, he felt like a melon farmer caught in the act; it was hard not to feel guilty.

[Warning, risk of exposure ↑↑↑]

If the system could give hints, it should be furiously popping up the warning message above.

Even though Feng Mu had mentally prepared himself long ago, when the day finally arrived, a dense layer of shadow settled in his heart.

"I need to take a leave this afternoon to go out for a bit," Feng Mu laid down the shovel and told Wang Jian.

Wang Jian hesitated before advising, "Don't do anything foolish, the message said going near it could be dangerous."

Feng Mu took a deep breath, and for the first time in his life, sincerely thanked Feng Ju for weaving a perfect excuse for him: "My dad is in there, I have to go."

Unable to deter him, Wang Jian could only say, "Okay, be careful. Oh, and if all goes well, remember to come here tonight for dinner. Luo Ji said we should celebrate surviving the Hidden Sect for the first time."

Feng Mu nodded, but inside he thought, "I probably won't be able to make it to this dinner; I have to run, and Luo Ji might not make it either."

Upon leaving the incinerator, that persistent feeling of being watched returned.

"Even if I run, I have to take care of the tail first."

Feng Mu frowned, glanced back at the "Black Pillar," turned his bike, and sped home.

In the shadows, Black Face No. 2 fixated on Feng Mu's retreating figure, also glanced back at the "Black Pillar," and a rare flash of hesitation flickered through his emotionless daze.

"The Black Core is always the priority," he murmured to himself, continuing to follow Feng Mu covertly.

The target left work early today, acting very suspiciously. Could it be he's going to make a deal with the Lame?

Forty minutes later.

Feng Mu cycled home; Wang Xiuli wasn't there. He guessed she left the moment she received the notification and headed near the "Black Pillar."

Feng Mu entered the bedroom and took out all the Black Cores from the drawer.

Then, using a syringe, he extracted a vial of blood and injected his blood into each Black Core's cracks one by one.

Most of the blood pooled on the surface; Feng Mu wiped it off with paper, while some blood droplets remained clinging to the internal surfaces of the cracks.

"As expected, the Black Core can also be a container for blood, aside from having a limited capacity, there's no issue."

Feng Mu carefully wiped the surface once more and packed them all into a tote bag, slung on a backpack, and texted Ma Bin on his phone.

The message was simple: urging Ma Bin to deliver the goods he wanted to a certain spot immediately; if not, the deal would be off, and he'd tip off Boss Zheng.

He also specifically asked for Ma Wei to be the one making the delivery.

Ma Bin was at the critical juncture of "rebelling," and there was no room for any mishap.

When Ma Bin received the text, he was in an abandoned, unfinished building's underground parking lot, standing with Ma Wei before forty-nine bound individuals or corpses.

The corpses were stacked in one place, eerily quiet.

The living were gagged, tied up, and huddled against the wall, shivering as they awaited their unknown Destiny.

Luo Ji was among them, with a swollen forehead and mouth corners, being one of the few in this group who didn't surrender easily, so he received a severe beating, looking quite woeful.

Ma Bin showed the phone content to Ma Wei, his tone emotionless, "Looks like the Lame still doesn't fully trust me, insisting on getting paid first before working to avoid being shortchanged."

Ma Wei remained silent, caught between one exposed boss and a soon-to-be new head honcho, he lacked the wit to respond.

Luckily, Ma Bin didn't make things difficult for him, or maybe the timing of the message left him with no temper.

He took car keys from his pocket, tossed them to Ma Wei, saying, "Since he designated you to go alone, you'll have to make another trip. The stuff's in the trunk."

Clearly, Ma Bin anticipated this scenario and had prepared in advance.

Ma Wei took the car keys and drove away. After leaving the unfinished building for a while, he parked, opened the trunk, and cautiously checked the contents of the two briefcases again.

After confirming the briefcases weren't empty and the contents weren't faked, he heaved a sigh of relief and returned to his car.

"Bin picked such a remote unfinished building—a moment ago I couldn't get any signal in the underground garage."

Ma Wei rolled down the window and dialed the boss's number.

Lately, they'd only been texting, not talking; Ma Wei felt a strange excitement, his belly full of words waiting to be poured out.

Half a minute later.

The brief call was ended.

Ma Wei felt slightly disheartened—the boss was too busy for idle chat, only instructing two things.

One was to hide the goods at the location; the other was to text his phone in an hour.

Ma Wei couldn't fathom what the boss planned this time, but he'd comply diligently, executing it to perfection.

....

Feng Mu hung up the call, pondered for a moment, and modified Ma Wei's contact as [Lame Oddity].

He exited the building and went downstairs.

Feng Mu didn't ride his bicycle; instead, he walked a long distance before entering a secluded dead-end alley.

This alley was remote and rarely visited by people, but he was familiar with it because Zheng Hang's belongings and shoes were buried beneath the wall's base.

Black Face No. 2 hid at the alley's entrance, blending his body almost perfectly with the shadows in the corner.

The detector in his pocket surpassed a thousand, indicating the target was now carrying a large number of Black Cores, leading to the clear deduction that the target should be here to trade Black Cores as per [Lame Oddity]'s instructions.

Was the real target about to appear?!

Black Face No. 2 slipped a hand into his pocket, clutching a stick covered with ant carcasses, and his stiff expression revealed a rare hint of excitement…...

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