Chapter 642: Wild Treasure Chest? This world is so dirty!
Choose [Mask] or [Fate]?
Ha! Zuo Bai is such a good answerer for this question!
To him, this wasn't just a multiple-choice question, it was clearly a... life-threatening question!
Although, [Masked] showed mercy and spared him in the bushes, which could barely be considered as "a smile at meeting and forgetting all grudges";
Despite this, [fate] has been illegally detaining him, threatening him, betraying him, and even packing him up and giving him away as a "gift"...
However, Zuo Bai's position remains as solid as a rock and as steady as a bootlicker.
He still has to stand on the side of [Destiny] without thinking, firmly and without changing his original intention.
I'm sorry, but scientists are like this, they are aware of the overall situation and current affairs, they fear power but not virtue.
So, the next moment after the bald captain rushed out, Zuo Bai also moved.
Unlike Wu Shou, who is timid and afraid of everything, Zuo Bai has clear ideas and goals, and he moves forward courageously.
This principle is exactly the same as when he was doing research in the laboratory. Once the direction and goal of the experiment are confirmed, he must adopt the spirit of not turning back until he hits the wall, and even if he hits the wall, he must break through it.
What about Wu Shou?
He is a taxi driver. When encountering a road accident, his instinctive habit is to step on the brakes first.
So, Zuo Bai followed closely behind the bald captain, and also rushed towards the direction of [Mask], bursting out with all his strength and attacking fiercely.
The momentum was so fierce and the expression was so fierce that it was even three times more ferocious than the bald captain who was rushing in the front.
He ran so fast that the whistling sound of the wind in his crotch seemed to be his most unwavering confession to [Fate]:
"loyalty!"
In front, the white ribs on Feng Mu's chest kept opening and closing like the fangs of a wild beast, and his feet stepped forward frantically, like a mad dog, chasing and biting the host's head.
Every time the teeth clenched, a fishy wind blew in the face, just a hair's breadth away from the host's face.
At the same time, his right hand reached behind his neck like lightning.
“Sizzle—!!!”
The muscles on the back of Feng Mu's neck were suddenly torn apart, and sticky body fluids and fine pieces of flesh splashed out. He pulled out a nearly 4-meter-long section of the spine that was as winding as a giant python from the back of his neck.
The bone spurs protruding from the joints shone with a cold glow, reflecting a cold and dead aura under the street lights.
As Feng Mu's wrist shook violently, his spine twisted and rotated in the air, and the entire spine made a "hissing" sound like a venomous snake, with a shrill scream that crushed the air, and lashed out at the long scarlet tongue that was attacking from the side.
His left hand suddenly swung back, so fast that it left an afterimage.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh--!"
Five pale finger bones tore through the flesh like bullets and shot out, forming a line in the air, accurately sniping at the evil wind coming from behind.
The shadow under his feet looked increasingly strange under the illumination of the street lamp and his own high-speed movement. It instantly stretched and condensed, turning into a human-shaped ghost.
The ghost figure was dark and faceless, with only a pair of black eye sockets. It showed no emotion at all and silently killed towards the howling Zuo Bai.
Looking at the shadow rushing towards him, Zuo Bai's electronic eyes glowed blue.
For some reason, he always felt that the shadow of [Mask] had lost a little bit of its vividness compared to the first time he saw it, and had become a little dull.
He looked like a prisoner who had been locked up for a long time, with his eyes dull.
The emcee was dragged back by the beast, and could clearly feel the cold wind on his cheeks, like a razor scraping against his face, brought about by the opening and closing of his teeth.
He stared with his eyes wide open through the black cloth. Although his face showed fear, he still did not look into the eyes of the [Mask]. His gaze was fixed on the other person's rapidly approaching instep.
He spoke very quickly:
"[Mask] What are you doing? Have you misunderstood something? We have no ill will towards you. Fighting us will do you no good."
Feng Mu sneered sinisterly through his white mask:
"Heh...you mean no harm to me? Don't try to fool me with your deceptive rhetoric. I'm all too familiar with it."
Feng Mu's pace became faster and faster. A series of ghostly figures appeared behind him. He said sarcastically:
"If you have no ill intentions, then why don't you even have the courage to look me in the eye? You're not very good at deceiving people.
Let me teach you a lesson: when you speak, you should always look people in the eye. That way you can gain their trust. Do you understand?!"
The host's heart was filled with bitterness, like a dumb person swallowing coptis, unable to express his suffering:
"Why don't I look at you? Don't you have any idea in your mind?!"
Seeing the host was speechless, Feng Mu's murderous intent grew stronger, and he sneered:
"Can't you tell? Then let me tell you! Tell me, who are you? When did you start targeting me? And why did you target me?"
Before he finished speaking, Feng Mu took two steps forward.
The emcee's head suddenly tilted back, and the black cloth covering his face was scraped off by the ribs that were biting him, and the layer of flesh underneath was also scraped off.
Warm blood immediately gushed out from the gaping wound, staining half of his cheek red.
However, the host's face showed no anger or fear. Instead, he raised his head and grinned, revealing a bloody smile.
"We are here to extend an olive branch to you on behalf of [Destiny]!"
He secretly shook his sleeve, and a parasitic seed of [Destiny] quietly slipped into his palm.
He pinched the seeds and kindly reminded:
"[Masked], I'm not threatening you. If you stop now, we can still be good friends. Otherwise..."
Otherwise, if they unfortunately die, the preset encrypted email will be automatically sent to [Joker], and all information related to [Mask] will be submitted to the headquarters.
Afterwards, someone from the Thirteen Seats will come to District Nine in person to judge [Mask].
It was both to avenge them and to reap the many evil sacrifices that [Mask] had painstakingly nurtured within his body.
"[destiny]?!"
Under the white mask, Feng Mu's pair of rapidly rotating scarlet magatama suddenly stopped.
The expression on his face froze instantly, revealing an astonishment that was difficult to conceal: "..."
So it was [fate] that had set its sights on me?
Feng Mu thought of many possibilities in his mind, but he never expected that the person who had "good intentions" towards him was actually [Fate]?
"Strange, where's the system prompt?"
A trace of doubt flashed through Feng Mu's mind.
"No trigger prompt? Was it ignored? Or... was this part of the 'Silver Treasure Chest' reward, delivered to your door in advance?"
"Or... maybe this is just an unexpected 'wild treasure chest'?"
In a flash, all kinds of speculations collided violently in Feng Mu's mind.
The murderous intent that was surging around Feng Mu like a substance quickly subsided and dissipated like the receding tide.
The rib canines that kept opening and closing frantically, chasing and biting the host's head, as if they had not been fully fed, slowly retracted into his chest with a hint of extreme reluctance.
The ferocious spine in his hand was like a poisonous snake returning to its nest. With an extremely precise "swish", it was inserted back into the crack behind the neck.
The muscles at the wound moved strangely and healed instantly without even a scar.
"despair."
Feng Mu's rushing steps came to an abrupt halt, and he stood still.
He calmly shook his hands, and the cracks on his five fingers healed. He then gently placed his hands on the host's scratched cheek.
This reversal from extreme movement to extreme stillness happens in just a blink of an eye!
Ordinary people would not be able to react at all, but the reaction of the members of Team 103 was so fast that it was frightening.
They didn't even need any verbal communication with each other. Their eyes just met at the moment when Feng Mu's murderous intent subsided.
Understanding, achieved!
The beast's fingertips stopped abruptly, and its sharp nails stopped on the [Mask]'s forehead.
The red dragonfly's long tongue suddenly stopped vibrating and hung limply one centimeter away from the temple of [Mask]'s face, dripping with poisonous saliva.
At the last moment, the bald captain's ten toes plowed ten deep grooves in the ground like iron plows, and the strong wind lifted the sleeves of the [Mask] behind him.
The entire battle was as if the pause button was suddenly pressed and fell into dead silence.
Seeing that the moment he stopped, the enemies also stopped immediately. Feng Mu did not exchange positions with the shadow. He finally believed the goodwill of the host in his heart.
As for full trust?
Oh, that's simply a fantasy.
Feng Mu couldn't even trust himself completely. When he was suspicious, he even doubted himself, let alone [fate].
He only believed in [fate] 90% at most, and it had to be authenticated by the system.
The credibility of the suspected wild "treasure chest" like that of Team 103 has to be discounted.
Of course, all these inner calculations and cold assessments were perfectly locked by Feng Mu under Sen Bai's mask.
On the surface, he always shows 100% and unreserved trust and acceptance of "fate".
For any qualified villain, acting is an instinct that is ingrained in his bones and a great career that lasts a lifetime.
You have to perform not only for your enemies, but also for your own people.
Life goes on, performances never stop.
Therefore, Feng Mu sighed softly with a sense of relief as if he had "finally found the organization."
He raised his hand without hesitation and touched the edge of the white mask with his fingertips.
“Click.”
With a slight sound, the mask that concealed the true face was neatly removed, revealing the true face of "Zheng Hang" underneath.
Just as the mask leaves the face!
All the indifference, murderous intent, and suspicion on his face were instantly erased as if by an eraser, seamlessly switching to a sincere apology that overflowed with words:
"Oh, I'm sorry. I overreacted a little bit."
His voice was filled with self-blame, and his tone was so sincere that it was impossible to find fault with it:
"It's mainly because I've been cheated too many times.
You can understand, right? There are so many bad people in this world, and they all like to pretend to be kind-hearted people. I'm really scared of being deceived."
He paused, as if trying to calm down his "excitement," and then smiled a kind smile that was ten times brighter than the host's previous one.
"But if you are [Destiny], then that's another matter. What I respect most in my life is [Destiny]. [Destiny] is different from this hypocritical world. It must be filled with upright and good people.
I was just being mean and misunderstood your sincere good intentions! I'm so sorry! "
master of ceremonies:".……"
Looking at Zheng Hang's face full of "innocence", the emcee was slightly startled, and an inexplicable and strong sense of familiarity quietly emerged in his heart.
Strange, what's so familiar about it?
Red Dragonfly: “…”
Her beautiful eyes moved back and forth between Zheng Hang and the emcee with great interest, as if she had discovered something extremely interesting, and her eyes sparkled with a brilliance that men did not understand.
Beast: “.……..”
He grinned foolishly and nodded vigorously, indicating that he fully accepted Zheng Hang's apology and deeply agreed with his experience.
Yes... In this hypocritical world, only [destiny] is their only pure land and destination.
Bald Captain: “…”
The corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably. He had heard many people comment on [Destiny].
"Horror", "evil", "madness". All kinds of horrifying descriptions emerge one after another.
But this is the first time in history that someone has been called a "good person".
How should I put it...
He now felt that not only his position as captain was in jeopardy, but his position as the team's think tank was also unstable.
The four of them looked at each other. Regardless of whether [Mask] was telling the truth or lying, they all made a tacit decision to recruit him into the team according to the original plan.
After a brief mental freeze, the MC took a deep breath and raised his head. This time, he did not avoid the question. Instead, he used his dark eyes to look at the equally sincere eyes of the [Mask], and smiled gently.
"Don't blame yourself. It was my way of expressing myself that was inappropriate. It was my way of expressing myself that was inappropriate. There was a misunderstanding in communication that led to this unnecessary conflict. The responsibility lies with me, not you."
The emcee magnanimously took the "responsibility" and characterized the conflict as a "misunderstanding," continuing:
"Then let's continue with the previous topic. If you don't like frozen food, how about fresh food?
This is our 103rd team's welcome gift to invite you to join."
As he spoke, the Beast, the Red Dragonfly, and the Bald Captain all retracted their fists and tongues.
Zheng Hang (Feng Mu) seemed to remember something at this moment and turned his head to look at Zuo Bai who was not far behind him.
Zuo Bai: “…”
He still clenched his fists tightly!
He still looks ferocious!
He still maintained that "loyal" posture of moving forward and ready to pounce!
However!!!
At this moment, he seemed to be petrified, frozen in place.
The blood in my body seemed to freeze into ice in an instant, and even my thoughts froze.
At this moment, it is not right to put down the fist, nor is it right to keep it down.
Zuo Bai’s brain completely froze: “???”
The CPU in my head was running at full speed, black smoke was coming out of my hair, and I couldn't think of any feasible solution to the problem in front of me.
No, I stand for [Destiny], but [Destiny] why... don't you fight!!!
You fight when you say you want to fight, and you make peace when you say you want to make peace. Have you ever considered me?
You are right!
It’s too dirty. This world is so damn dirty.
Science...Science can no longer save me, nor can it save the world.
Zuo Bai's mind was in a mess. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple rolling and making a clear "gulp" sound.
How about I kill myself to help you guys have fun?
(End of this chapter)
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