The seconds ticked by.

The curtains in the room were all drawn. Feng Mu sat in the corner against the wall. Thus, if Lame really came, it would be hard to notice his presence unless he entered the room.

Against the main door sat a body tied to a chair with a thick iron chain, mouth sealed with black tape, head hanging low as if unconscious, it was Boss Zheng's corpse.

Ma Bin, sitting with his back to the door, appeared unconcerned about being ambushed.

Ma Wei stood a bit outside the door, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, the burning tip flickering as he paced back and forth, occasionally checking his phone, looking as if anxiously waiting for someone or a call.

Click, click.

The second hand of an old clock in the room was slightly rusty, producing a slightly piercing sound as it moved.

Ma Bin looked expressionlessly at the clock, with a slight frown; by his judgment, Lame should have arrived by now, probably surveying and monitoring the house.

There was nothing unusual outside, it was only him and Ma Wei from the Cyan Wolf Gang, and only a few people could hide inside. Given Lame's combat power, who could fight 3 Cultists of Calamity Corpses and render 1 useless, he shouldn't be afraid.

Even if he was overly suspicious, he could call Ma Wei to confirm. He already had Ma Wei stand at the door, and he didn't appear as if he was being held hostage.

As the agreed time approached, yet Lame still hadn't shown up, an uneasy feeling grew in Ma Bin's heart.

Had Lame noticed something wrong? Or did he decide not to avenge Wang Wei? It shouldn't be that way.

Ma Bin couldn't figure out where the problem was, and his expression turned slightly grim.

Feng Mu, sitting at the base of the wall, found it amusing.

Having spent the entire night fighting and dodging around for his life, now sitting quietly, watching others put in an effort to perform, his continuously tensed mind relaxed without him realizing it, and he felt comfortable and delighted.

One minute remained until the agreed time.

Ma Bin took out his phone and made a call.

Beep, beep, beep — no one answered.

Ma Bin ended the call, thought for a moment, then wrote and sent out a text message: I left the person for you.

After sending the message, Ma Bin surreptitiously winked at [Online], who understood and nodded.

Ma Bin didn't bother turning off the lights, left the door open and walked out with large strides, got into the car, and Ma Wei quickly followed, starting the car to drive away.

Inside the car, Ma Wei anxiously explained to Bin: "Brother Bin, he didn't call me?"

Ma Bin frowned slightly, didn't answer, and simply instructed: "Drive the car out, circle around for half an hour, and then we'll go back."

The car had not driven far.

Ma Bin received a text reply from Lame: Alright, just leave the person to me.

Ma Bin glanced at the message, turned his head to look through the rear window into the night, thinking that upon returning, he should see Lame's corpse.

Ma Wei had a lot of doubts but dared not ask a word; Brother Bin was frightening enough as it was, and now with the identity of [Destiny], it made one's skin crawl even more.

After all, the [Destiny] was rumored to be a group of maniacs who would consume one's entirety, leaving no trace behind, leaving rivers of blood and fields of corpses wherever they went.

Thirty minutes later.

The car parked back at the entrance.

Ma Bin opened the car door and walked quickly into the house, only to see a head rolled to the entrance, which was Boss Zheng's head.

Tied to the chair was a headless corpse, with a bowl-sized gash at the neck, blood soaking the clothes red.

Joy flickered in Ma Bin's eyes as he stepped over Boss Zheng's head and entered the house. His chilly gaze swept the surroundings but only saw [Online] still sitting calmly at the wall, toying with a cellphone.

Ma Bin: "???"

Where was Lame's body?

Lame hadn't come, so who cut off Boss Zheng's head, or had he come and escaped from [Online]'s hands?

Ma Bin's heart sank, his face darkening, he asked: "Did that Lame escape? Seems like I underestimated his strength, should have brought the Cultists of Calamity Corpse along for this operation."

Feng Mu's pupils slightly contracted, surprised, he asked: "Cultist of Calamity Corpse?"

Ma Bin replied: "Yes, disguised as black market merchants, collecting the Black Cores after Calamity Corpses' cremation, their purpose unclear, it's a long story but a problem Lame attracted himself."

While answering, Ma Bin's brow furrowed as he noticed nothing looked like it had gone through a harsh fight; none of the tables or chairs were overturned in the room.

Ma Bin sensed something amiss, he suddenly turned his head toward the wall corner. [Online] was playing with a cellphone, was this really a time to be playing with a cellphone?

Ma Bin licked his lips, hoarsely asked: "Did you deliberately let Lame go?"

Feng Mu dexterously spun the phone around his fingers as if twirling a pen: "I didn't let him go, oh, after he cut off the corpse's head, he stayed behind with me."

Ma Bin's eyes widened: "Stayed behind, where is he?"

Feng Mu gave Ma Bin a meaningful look, then looked at Ma Wei shrinking in the back before saying softly: "Is it possible that he's right in front of you, and you just didn't see him?"

Ma Bin was stunned, looking at [Online] who wasn't joking, his heart sunk with a thud, and an extremely absurd idea surfaced in his mind.

Ma Wei didn't understand, glaring at the empty ground, utterly puzzled.

What did it mean, a corpse right before him yet invisible, did it turn invisible or become air, this [Destiny] truly had hair-raising ways to destroy corpses.

Feng Mu stopped spinning the phone, gently sliding his fingers over the screen and dialed back a number.

Bzz, bzz, bzz —

Ma Bin, who always prided himself in outsmarting others, felt his scalp tingle at this moment, stiffly pulling out his phone, and on the screen was an incoming call with the name [Lame] flashing.

Ma Bin answered, and Lame's husky, distinctive voice came through: "Hello, meeting for the first time, let me introduce myself again…"

Ma Bin watched [Online] gently remove the black mask, revealing the bony mask without features, the latter switching back and forth between two voices.

To the phone, and to himself, he said: "You may call me [Mask], or call me [Lame], whichever makes you happy."

Happy my foot, Ma Bin ended the call with a face full of black lines, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into.

The good news was, Lame had attended the meeting and was completely dealt with by [Online·Mask]; he no longer needed to worry about this nuisance.

The bad news was that the way it was solved was beyond his imagination; [Mask] and [Lame] became one, and now served as his direct [Online].

If Ma Bin was filled with black lines, his scalp numb; Ma Wei's face was as pale as paper, almost splitting open right there.

What the hell?

Brother Bin turning into a member of the extremely evil [Destiny] could be overlooked.

But Lame Boss also played transformation, eh, [Destiny]'s folks all liked role-playing, right?

Fine, you two were both of [Destiny], sharing interests, I couldn't afford to provoke you, but why did you have to showcase it in front of me, did you consider me stuck in the middle constantly switching positions, and how I'm supposed to end it?

Ma Wei's day had too many ups and downs; his heart simply couldn't take it, eyes rolling back as he fainted, collapsing backward.

The two glanced at Ma Wei with sympathy, then exchanged a look.

After a while,

Ma Bin broke the silence: "Since you were Lame, why didn't you say so when you first came in?"

Feng Mu: "You put effort into setting a play; I'd let you finish it without it being wasted."

Ma Bin gritted his teeth: "Your personality as Mask seems a bit vile."

Feng Mu laughed heartily: "Same to you."

Ma Bin pinched his eyebrows tightly; he had a bit of concern about dealing with the coming [Online] before, but now he didn't have to worry at all.

However, [Destiny] rules stated that [Online] was paramount, and he had to submit and adapt to [Online]'s personality. At the very least, with [Online] as this person, he had no doubts about the capability.

Feng Mu didn't make things difficult for Ma Bin any longer, considering that this first encounter was enough to subdue the scheming [Offline].

Then,

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, in a deep voice, he asked: "Where are my goods?"

Ma Bin adjusted his mood quickly, his expression calm, took out a statue from his chest, respectfully holding it with both hands as he handed it over, murmuring: "Everything is a gift from Destiny!"

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