Chapter 615 Two gifts? I want both!!!
The special envoy carefully controlled his stiff tongue, and as if he was pushing a mountain, he slowly pushed the beads out of his mouth little by little.
In ancient times, even Yugong moving the mountain might not have been as difficult as him.
“Puff…cough cough…”
The Erosion Pearl, which was covered with saliva, was finally spat out from the special envoy's mouth.
The tall old man seemed to have anticipated this and caught it steadily with just a flip of his palm.
He didn't even bother to wipe it, and casually stuffed the wet beads back into his jacket pocket.
Then, the five fingers that were strangling the other person's throat suddenly loosened.
“Plop!”
The special envoy fell back to the ground like a puddle of mud with no bones left.
His injuries were actually not that serious, but he felt as if his muscles were pulled and his skin was peeled off. His limbs were so sore and weak that he could not stand at all.
He coughed and retched violently, as if he wanted to vomit out his soul.
His face, which had been pale due to suffocation, now turned blood red, his temples were throbbing wildly, and his vision was blackening.
Humiliation, fear, and despair poured out from every pore of his body, devouring all his strength.
The tall old man looked down at the Special Envoy's collapsed and distorted face, and sneered from his nose:
"It's just as you said, Master Kuang Yan, you don't take other people's lives seriously, but you take your own life very seriously. After all, you don't have the courage to die with us."
"In the final analysis, Master Kuang Yan is just a spoiled child, a piece of trash who doesn't even know his own weight."
The special envoy collapsed on the ground, shaking all over.
It seemed as if he was about to explode with anger.
He raised his head and stared at the tall old man. His Adam's apple moved back and forth, but he could only squeeze out a few repeated syllables from his trembling lips and teeth:
“You…you…you…”
He wanted to ask: How do you know? How do you know everything?
Knowing his trump card, and also knowing his...cowardice? ! !
The tall old man looked down at the special envoy. He knew what the other party wanted to ask, and said with a strange smile on his face:
"Master Kuang Yan, there's no need to be surprised."
"It's not just you. All the brothers and sisters are completely transparent in the eyes of their older brothers. Isn't this normal?"
The special envoy was struck by lightning and froze in place, even his trembling stopped.
"In the eyes of the elder brother, the younger siblings are transparent?!!"
He was horrified, and for the first time in his life he truly realized the horror behind the word "brother".
His psychological defenses, along with his dignity, were completely trampled upon and shattered.
He knelt on the ground, hugged the tall old man's thighs, and said with tears streaming down his face:
"I know I was wrong. Go back and tell my brother that I will be an obedient brother from now on. I will never think of going to the city again. I..."
It turns out that the special envoy’s knees are also weak.
Even if noble blood evolves, it will not evolve away the instinct to kneel deep in the genes.
The tall old man stepped to one side, not daring to let the special envoy kneel before him.
There must be order of respect and inferiority.
He slowly squatted down, holding up the special envoy's head with his black nails, and said in a sinister tone:
"Tell us, where did you hide the parchment?"
The special envoy stammered:
"I'll give you the parchment roll, can you let me go?"
The tall old man seemed not to hear the special envoy's plea, and just repeated:
"Where—?"
The special envoy got up from the ground in panic, staggered out, and said in a trembling voice:
"I hid it. I'll take you to find it. I'll take you to find it right now..."
The extreme desperate fear made the special commissioner seem to have forgotten even his martial arts. He ran towards the well like an ordinary frightened person, stumbling.
The tall old man sighed quietly, a hint of impatience flashing across his brows.
His body swayed slightly, and in an instant he passed a distance of more than ten meters, and his skinny right palm had already hit the special envoy's vest heavily.
"puff--"
Blood spurted out of the special envoy's mouth, and like a rag sack, he drew a parabola of more than ten meters in the air and fell heavily back to the ground.
He struggled to support himself on the ground with one hand, but what he touched was a sticky... black blood, which had solidified into a large area under him.
This is not the blood spurted out by the special envoy, this is...
"Don't bother Master Kuang Yan. Just tell us the exact location and we'll go get it ourselves..."
The tall old man drew out his words and slowly approached.
Suddenly, his body froze, and a hint of doubt flashed in his turbid eyes.
The hunchbacked old man who was following behind him also paused, his cloudy eyes fixed on the pool of blood beneath the special envoy, his forehead, like dry bark, was wrinkled with deep grooves.
strangeness!
There should have been a dead body lying here before, right where the special envoy is now.
No, how could I, such a big corpse, disappear?
Where did the body go?
The hunchbacked old man frowned, looked at the tall old man and said in a hoarse voice:
"No one is dead?"
The tall old man's face was as gloomy as water, and his five fingers clenched unconsciously:
"No way."
The hunchbacked old man:
"So someone dragged the body away?"
The tall old man suddenly lifted the special envoy by the collar, and both of them looked at the ground at the same time.
In the coagulated blood, there were a few blurry and crooked bloody footprints and two crooked hand prints, winding their way into the depths of darkness.
The two hand prints are one big and one small, one heavy and one light. One is a mechanical prosthesis and the other is a flesh and blood palm.
There were no signs of dragging at all. The whole thing looked like... the dead body had crawled out of a pool of blood by itself, and then ran away without looking back.
The tall old man looked shocked: "What the hell, is he really not dead yet?"
He had a creepy smile on his face, stared at the special envoy and said sinisterly:
"Not only is your follower disloyal, he's also very problematic. Can you explain to me what's wrong with him?"
The hunchbacked old man did not stay where he was, but instead rushed into the well like an arrow.
The special envoy was stunned, his mind was blank: "???"
How could he know why Feng Ju didn't die? If he knew how Feng Ju escaped death, why would he kneel down and beg for mercy now?
Damn it.
How did Feng Ju save his life from these two old guys? He really wanted to copy their homework!
………..
The thick darkness is like ink that cannot be dissolved, providing perfect cover for the figure peeking out from the darkness.
At the other end of the shaft, behind the cracks of the ruins half-buried by collapsed concrete blocks and twisted steel bars, Ma Bin's body was pressed against the cold and damp pipe wall, his breathing so weak that it was almost inaudible.
Through the natural peephole formed by the piled rubble, he had a panoramic view of the life and death drama taking place in the shaft.
Right under his feet, a pool of shadows rippled silently like water waves, gradually condensing into a vague human figure.
"This is the drama you invited me to watch late at night? Listening to them discussing how to kill someone, and then... throwing dirty water on my head?"
The person who was speaking had a mask as white as bones on his face, with only two tiny slits at the eyes, and a pair of creepy eyes embedded inside.
The pupils were scarlet, with black and white magatama in them, spinning silently, like two bottomless whirlpools, emitting a chilling evil aura.
Ma Bin's mouth corners slightly curved upwards, and he lowered his voice:
"Who said they framed you? They were clearly trying to frame [Mask]."
As if he was amused by Ma Bin's humor, a joyful laugh came from under the mask:
"You have a point, haha——"
Ma Bin habitually lifted up his gold-rimmed glasses and continued:
“However, these two old guys have a lot of thoughts.
They deliberately conspired loudly in the shaft, apparently not just to tell the special envoy, but also to us.
They just want to use the special envoy as bait to anger the [Masked] who might be hiding in the dark, so that they can catch you and the parchment scroll in one fell swoop and send them back to their master to claim credit and reward."
A faint laugh came from under the mask again, and the spinning magatama seemed to be brighter, "watching" Ma Bin with interest:
"Interesting. So, these two old guys are the 'big fish' you've been trying so hard to catch?"
Ma Bin shook his head and nodded, smiling:
"It is also a gift I prepared for you, but it is not for these two old guys, they are not qualified, but for the master who ordered them to do the work."
His voice lowered and became more cheerful.
"As long as these two old guys are here today and successfully kill the special envoy, take the parchment scroll, and complete their 'mission'...
Then, in the near future, the masters behind them will package themselves up and become the great gift that [fate] gives us in return.”
Compared to fighting and killing, Ma Bin prefers conspiracy and intrigue.
He has always disdained to use brute force to overwhelm others. Instead, he is obsessed with laying subtle clues to make his prey convert to [fate] step by step without realizing it, until they become the most devout believers.
There's no way around it, people with squinty eyes are usually sinister, especially those who like to wear gold-rimmed eyes.
Ma Bin looked into the distance, looking at the tearful special envoy, and said calmly:
“In fact, at the beginning, I only targeted the special envoy, but I really didn’t expect that he would be so competitive and attract more important fish.
This is a real surprise, praise fate!"
Naturally, it is for this reason that Ma Bin would never kill the special envoy. On the contrary, he would warn the special envoy.
He would rather blow Feng Ju to death, which might cause his immediate superior to displease him, than blow the special envoy to death.
This gift will only be valuable if the special envoy dies at the hands of a "specific person".
In fact, Ma Bin's concerns were completely unnecessary. Even if he really blew Feng Ju to death, Feng Mu would never blame him.
Feng Mu naturally knew the reason why Ma Bin explained so much to him, and there was a slight curve at the corner of his mouth under the mask.
Ma Bin could sense that Feng Mu was in a stable mood, so he continued:
“Of course, I have also imagined that if the special envoy can survive and even kill those two old guys, that would be fine.
This proves that the potential of the special envoy is even more amazing and is a gift more worthy of investment.”
Anyway, no matter who survives in the end, Ma Bin will send a precious gift to the future Feng Mu according to the plan.
The only problem is that if the special envoy really survived, Ma Bin might be in trouble later.
After all, if the special envoy didn't die today, the operation to silence him would have to continue.
However, Ma Bin did not intend to tell Feng Mu more about these trivial details.
They are just insignificant little things.
If a precious gift can be watered with blood, what does it matter if a few people die?
In other words, Li Shang can die, the Green Wolf Gang can be destroyed, and even Ma Bin himself can die.
As long as one dies for the right reason and with value, then death is nothing more than a return to the embrace of [fate].
Ma Bin has this ideological awareness, and he believes that Li Shang and others should also have it. As brothers who live and die together, he is willing to make this decision for them.
Feng Mu naturally didn't know that Ma Bin had prepared to die without telling him. He just watched the drama in the well and said quietly:
"Since they have sincerely called me, do you think I should go out and show my face?"
Ma Bin naturally wouldn't make decisions for his superiors. He smiled calmly and said:
"This is the gift I want to give you. Of course you have to like it, so it's up to you to choose which one you like better."
The subtext is that if Feng Mu "likes" the special envoy more and is willing to intervene, then Ma Bin will listen to Feng Mu, even though the price behind it may very well be Ma Bin's own life.
He had no regrets and he didn't even tell Feng Mu.
The right to choose lies with the upstream, and it is his responsibility as the downstream to bear the cost of the choice.
Feng Mu's eyes never fell on Ma Bin from beginning to end.
He stared indifferently at the deep shaft, the magatama in his pupils spinning faster and faster, and the shadow under his feet meandered forward silently like a living thing.
Feng Mu's figure suddenly blurred, and he disappeared before he finished speaking:
"Since these are the gifts you carefully prepared, how can I choose only one and give up the other?"
The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and then only a lingering sound with a metallic texture remained, echoing in Ma Bin's mind for a long time:
"I like both gifts very much, so I accepted them both!"
There was a greed to grab everything and an unquestionable tyranny in his voice.
Ma Bin's heart, which had always been as calm as dead water, suddenly began to ripple: "......."
For the gift giver, I only plan to give one gift, but you want to accept two?
It really is, inexplicably shocking!
It's a touching feeling!
The problem is, I only have one gift, how can you receive two?
…….
The tall old man slowly squatted down and stretched out his black nails to press against the special envoy's Adam's apple, which dared not move.
The black nails flashed with a faint cold light, and the chilling cold easily penetrated the skin and seeped into the throat.
The special envoy felt as if his trachea was frozen in an instant. Every breath he took was like swallowing ice, and the cold pain pierced his throat straight into his lungs.
Then I heard the tall old man's creepy voice ringing faintly in my ears:
"Master Kuang Yan, where is the parchment scroll? If you really don't want to tell me, then you don't have to tell me."
"We can find it eventually if we put in some effort, what do you think?"
As he spoke, his other hand lightly landed on the special envoy's shoulder, and his five fingers were like poisoned iron hooks.
At the same time, in the darkness behind him, a creeping shadow on the ground was silently winding its way...
(End of this chapter)
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