Chapter 722 The Madman's Script, You Can't Imagine
The Relief Studio came with clear malice, aiming to capture Feng Mu, but by a twist of fate, the other party saved him, once, twice!
This in itself is a huge irony.
Instead of being honest with him, he fabricated a clumsy lie to his "savior" under the captain's instructions.
And what was the result?
The lie was easily exposed.
Despite past grievances, the other party conveniently helped them eliminate the enemy who killed their teammate—Shadow Scorpion.
In short, the way the entire script unfolds and is about to end is too absurd and unexpected, completely beyond what Ahr could comprehend in his more than twenty years of life.
In these final moments of his life, stripped of his mission and stance, Ah felt a genuine sense of... shame.
A sense of shame for failing this "lifesaver"!
His dying thought was:
"Fine, I'll die at Feng Mu's hands in the end. Consider it repayment for these two life-saving favors. Let's settle things once and for all and be even."
Thinking of this, Ah felt a strange sense of relief.
He tried to tilt his head back, which was dizzy from blood loss, and took a deep breath to calm his turbulent emotions.
Then, he opened his eyes wide and met Feng Mu's downcast gaze hidden behind his glasses.
Feng Mu spoke, his voice still gentle, even with a hint of persuasive tone, as if he were teaching an ignorant child.
"It's not a good idea to lie to your savior."
Feng Mu spoke, his voice still gentle, like a patriarch instructing his unruly child.
"However, judging from your expression now... you seem to have realized your mistake and are preparing... to calmly face death?"
Ahke kept his lips tightly shut and did not answer.
Even if every word Feng Mu said struck a chord with him at that moment, he would not utter a word in agreement.
Whether we admit it or not is irrelevant now.
He will return his life, and all his mistakes and shame will vanish with the arrival of death.
Language is superfluous and pale at this moment.
No further explanation is needed.
"No, stop!"
An extremely anxious roar, like thunder, exploded from a hundred meters away.
Captain Zhang Shenyi's figure sped over like a cheetah, his speed soaring to the extreme, kicking up a trail of grass and dust.
At the speed he's unleashed right now, he could rush into the battlefield in just two blinks of an eye, and perhaps... perhaps he'd still have a chance to rescue Ahe from Feng Mu!
Unlike the previous White Mask team led by Babyface who prioritized missions above all else, and unlike the current White Mask team that had no taboos, Zhang Shenyi and his Relief Studio have always adhered to the principle that missions are important, but teammates are even more important.
A team that can't complete a mission is trash, but a team that can't protect its comrades is trash among trash!
Therefore, Zhang Shenyi really wanted to save Ahe, and he was even willing to give up this mission for it.
The Relief Studio, from top to bottom, is truly the kind of studio that would do anything for its members.
He could have Feng Mu make any requests, but...
This shout was like a pebble thrown into stagnant water, failing to stir the slightest ripple in Feng Mu's eyes.
Feng Mu didn't even turn his head, only glancing at the latter indifferently out of the corner of his eye.
Then, under Zhang Shenyi's bloodshot gaze, Feng Mu made a move.
With a backhand motion, he easily pulled out half of the scorpion tail blade that had just pierced the Shadow Scorpion's chest and was now stuck in the ground, stained with blood, flesh, and dirt.
The arm traced a beautiful yet cruel arc.
There was no unnecessary build-up of power, no ferocious momentum, only a casual and effortless execution.
"Pfft—!"
The immense force instantly shattered Ah's chest, and the remaining momentum slammed his body downwards.
"Clang!"
The tip of the scorpion's tail sank deep into the grass beneath Ahki, until the stalk disappeared.
The powerful impact pinned him to the cold grass like a specimen.
Ahri suddenly curled up, but was then thrown heavily back to the ground because he was firmly pinned down.
He spat out a mouthful of black blood, which splattered all over his face and also onto Feng Mu's spotless black trouser legs.
The light in his eyes dimmed quickly, like a light bulb that had been turned off.
The world faded and receded rapidly before his eyes, leaving only Feng Mu's face with its eerie smile and his enigmatic laughter in the final glimmer of light.
"I allow you to die,"
"But even if you die, remember this—"
You still owe me a life!
His voice was deep, as if Death had used the gentlest strokes to leave an indelible mark on his soul.
Ah was filled with doubts until his death, and he didn't dare close his eyes.
Zhang Shenyi's sprinting steps suddenly froze when he was less than ten meters away from Feng Mu.
He arrived, rushing towards us at the fastest speed he had ever traveled.
But in the end, he was still a step too late.
He watched helplessly as Feng Mu, with a gesture as casual as arranging flowers, stabbed the blood-stained, hideous scorpion tail into Ahe's chest.
Ah's body convulsed and arched violently and briefly as if struck by a high-voltage electric shock, then fell helplessly back to the ground because he was pinned down.
He saw scalding blood, like an uncontrollable fountain, gushing from Ah's mouth and the wound on his chest, soaking his tattered combat uniform and staining the withered grass and soil beneath him.
At the center of this cruel scene is Feng Mu's enigmatic yet joyful smile.
The smile had an indescribable quality, as if he wasn't killing a living person, but conducting some kind of interesting experiment.
At the same time, he also heard that last, chilling whisper.
What do you mean, "You're dead, but you still owe me a life?!"
Just like Ah He before his death, Zhang Shenyi was completely unable to comprehend the chilling meaning behind those words.
This sounds like the ramblings of a madman, a meaningless jest of a mentally unstable person about the dead, a monologue by a psychopath to satisfy their twisted inner self.
Yes, that's right! He's a madman!
Zhang Shenyi screamed wildly in his heart.
If he weren't insane, he simply couldn't understand why one person would go to such lengths to pull another back from the brink of death, not just once, but twice.
He expended his energy and demonstrated his abilities, only to... in a more decisive way, personally send his opponent to hell.
No! Is this script correct?!
What normal person could come up with such an absurd way of unfolding the story?
Feng Mu! Tell me! Do you think your approach to this is reasonable?
Does it conform to even the slightest bit of common sense or human nature?!
Zhang Shenyi's eyes were bloodshot, his eyeballs covered with hideous blood vessels. He stared intently at Feng Mu, his gaze seemingly roaring silently.
Tell me, Feng Mu! What exactly are you after? It can't just be...playing around, can it?!
Feng Mu looked at Zhang Shenyi with a gentle smile. The anger and confusion on the other's face only deepened the pleasure in Feng Mu's eyes.
He could easily read the turbulent inner turmoil beneath Zhang Shen's distorted facial expression and bloodshot pupils.
He seemed to hear a series of silent questions, and he was happy to "answer" them.
So he calmly and, with a tone as if greeting an old friend, smiled and said:
"Your teammate died, so you were their captain. Hmm... you look extremely grief-stricken. The bond between you two seems to go beyond that of ordinary teammates or colleagues."
Feng Mu paused, then sighed and said:
"I understand how you feel right now, just like me. I also consider everyone in the Second Prison as my family. I understand the irreparable grief when a family member leaves, so... please accept my condolences!"
The murderer said he understood me?
The murderer asked me to accept his condolences?
He's actually quite considerate; shouldn't I thank him?!
Zhang Shenyi clenched his teeth, making a grinding sound as they rubbed together, and a sweet, metallic taste filled his mouth.
He suppressed the urge to pounce on the other person and tear them to pieces, forcing out a hoarse and suppressed voice from deep in his throat:
"Give him to me."
This was said to him after his death.
Another team member, equally furious and exuding murderous intent, was about to rush out from his side and pounce on Feng Mu, but Zhang Shenyi grabbed his arm tightly.
"You go deal with White Mask."
Zhang Shenyi's voice was deep and resolute, carrying an unquestionable tone of command.
He couldn't let his team members charge in and die pointlessly.
The Feng Mu before them was no longer the target they had envisioned, but a madman who was completely beyond the comprehension of common sense and logic.
The danger might even be more terrifying than the remaining white masks combined.
His pre-planned four-fold advantage has been shattered by a series of unexpected events, and he probably has little advantage left.
The only chance to reverse the situation is for him to personally crush Feng Mu.
Because he is the last trump card of the Relief Studio!
The teammate behind him heaved violently, glared at Feng Mu resentfully, and finally nodded in agreement.
He had absolute confidence in his captain's abilities, then turned and charged toward the fortress that was waiting in the distance.
Feng Mu is the enemy!
These white masks are also enemies.
The enemy of my enemy is my enemy, and they all deserve to die!
When the fortress saw that it wasn't Feng Mu charging towards him, he felt a sense of relief at first, but then he felt a fierce, desperate aura emanating from the other party, and his heart tightened again.
He let out a low growl, and with one hand, he swung his massive shield, as large as a door panel, its edges gleaming coldly, as if it had transformed into a bladeless, spinning greatsword, carrying a heavy wind pressure as it crushed through.
"Clang!!!"
The clanging of metal exploded violently, sparks flying everywhere, as the two fought fiercely while tacitly pulling the battlefield away.
Zhang Shenyi ignored the battle on his side, focusing all his attention on Feng Mu.
With a slight flick of his wrists, accompanied by a soft "click" of the mechanism, two sets of dark metal knuckle dusters with sharp ramming edges and triangular armor-piercing spikes were securely slipped onto his hands.
The surface of the brass knuckles gleamed with a cold red light, clearly indicating that it was no ordinary item.
As the captain of the Relief Studio, Zhang Shenyi is the team's strongest fighter.
Unlike his teammates, who preferred to use various high-tech firearms and use martial arts as an auxiliary means, Zhang Shenyi always trusted his own body, which he had honed through countless trials, and his iron fists, which had drunk the blood of his enemies.
These fists have crushed countless self-righteous strongmen and deformed monsters.
Feng Mu's entrance was slightly shocking to him, but in Zhang Shen's eyes, the other party's fate today would be no different from those of the powerful figures he had killed before.
Incidentally, the pair of brass knuckles he's holding are called "Relief from Worries," which is the origin of the name of the Relief from Worries Studio.
What can relieve my sorrow? Only... his fist!
He flexed his knuckles, which were adorned with brass knuckles, and his joints cracked crisply. The muscle fibers throughout his body tightened like steel wires, and a condensed, tangible killing intent mixed with surging blood and qi spread out from him, pressing down the surrounding grass and leaves with an invisible wave of energy.
“That’s right, I’m their captain. The person you killed was my teammate, Ah.”
He took a deep breath, as if trying to inhale all the pain and anger into his lungs, transforming it into destructive power:
"The person who killed you was named Zhang Shenyi. You'd better remember that name. Then, go down there and... repent properly with my teammates!"
Feng listened quietly, her smile widening to reveal a row of neat teeth.
He liked Zhang Shenyi's opening remarks; he admired the kind of captain who cared for his team members.
Only such "materials" have higher "value" and "plasticity".
So he said very seriously:
“Zhang Shenyi, I’ve remembered your name. And I’ve also remembered the name Ahe.”
Zhang Shenyi's face was cold, his muscles tense like a rock, and he did not launch an attack immediately.
He was waiting, suppressing his emotions, and observing.
He wanted to hear what else this madman wanted to say.
Is he showing off? Is he mocking? Or does he have some other purpose?
Feng Mu was willing to satisfy Zhang Shenyi, and he spoke frankly and openly:
"I was very touched and pleased with how you rushed over to save your teammates."
Feng Mu paused for a moment, then changed the subject:
"However, I don't like the way you talk to me."
Zhang Shenyi let out a cold sneer.
Feng Mu ignored his sneer and chuckled to himself:
"Putting aside the fact that you scared my friend with two 'fireworks,' my counterattack is perfectly reasonable from any angle and is an extension of legitimate self-defense, right?"
Secondly, you're here to kill me, right?
So, if you were killed, you can only blame your own lack of strength; you can't blame anyone else. This logic applies everywhere, doesn't it?
So, what makes you so angry? Let me guess…
Feng Mu pretended to think for a moment, then suddenly realized something:
"Could it be because... I saved him twice?"
He shook his head and chuckled slightly:
"So you naively think that since I saved him, I shouldn't kill him?"
Hehe—that's not right. There's never been a reason in this world that I can't kill you after I've saved you.
On the contrary, those who save lives are the ones most qualified to kill. The person one should resent least is the one who saves them and then kills them, isn't that right?
(End of this chapter)
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