Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 501: Change Target

Chapter 501: Change Target
Li Shang knew that Ma Bin might have some personal intentions in his words. After all, if Zheng Hang really came back to avenge his father, he and Ma Bin would both be targets of revenge.

He hummed and didn't dwell on the issue any further.

Instead, he recalled what happened back then and did not rule out the possibility that Ma Bin mentioned. He even felt that this possibility was very high.

Did not expect ah.

As a famous detective, he was unable to see through the deception designed by a gang leader.

After the two chatted for a few more sentences about the issue of [Mask], Li Shang carefully put away the parchment scroll and stood up to leave.

Ma Bin hesitated to speak, his eyes revealing a hint of worry and uneasiness.

Li Shang saw what he was thinking and said comfortingly:
"Don't worry, I will hand this thing over to the special commissioner. With this thing, the police station will at least not bother you again."

Ma Bin's expression eased a little, and he followed the two of them out.

When they parted, Li Shang said hypocritically:

"You'd better find a safe place to hide recently, so that Zheng Hang won't come back home. But you don't have to worry too much. Zheng Hang's true face has been exposed, so he can't hide for too long."

Ma Bin looked a little uneasy, but he managed a smile:

"Don't worry, I know everything."

Li Shang then rolled up his sheepskin and sat back in the blue and white car. Chang Erbing turned his head and asked while starting the engine:

"Captain Li, should we hand this parchment scroll directly to the special envoy?"

Li Shang leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and his mind raced.

After a moment, he opened his eyes and replied:

"We have to pay it, but before that, we have to..."

Li Shang paused, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes:
"This parchment scroll is not simple. It can actually communicate with the evil sacrifice. Hey——"

In the box.

Ma Bin took out a piece of velvet cloth and slowly wiped the lens until the mirror could clearly reflect the hesitant face of Ma Wei as he pushed the door open.

Ma Wei walked in from outside, hesitated for a moment and asked:
"Will Li Shang take the bait?"

Ma Bin was not 100% sure in his heart. He intended to cultivate Ma Wei, so he was willing to explain a few more words:

"Maybe, maybe not, who knows, that's the most interesting part of fishing, you never know what fish will bite the hook next time?"

Ma Wei was thoughtful and had a deeper understanding of [fate].

Is the parchment scroll a bait?
no.

Everyone's unwillingness to accept an ordinary fate is the bait they always hold in their mouth!
Ma Bin smiled and taught Ma Wei the concept of [Destiny]:
"Awei, people have many misunderstandings about [fate]. [Fate] actually never forces anyone. On the contrary, [fate] kindly gives people another opportunity to choose.

Every person who eventually converts to [fate] throws himself into the arms of [fate] step by step, what do you think?"

Ma Wei thought about himself and nodded in agreement:
"Praise [fate], everything is the best arrangement!"

....
Destiny is the easiest seed to water. It only needs time to break through the soil and grow into fruits of various shapes.

There is no need to rush.

Feng Mu returned home slowly.

Tonight, he slept at home, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

He simply got up and started practicing in the bedroom.

The smell of home brings peace of mind, and Feng Mu soon entered a state of oblivion, immersed in cultivation.

[[You are immersed in selfless practice! ]
[Seven Killing Fist Blood and Flesh Three Solutions proficiency increased by 8 points.]
[Seven Killing Fist Blood and Flesh Second Solution proficiency also increased by 8 points.]
[Soul Chasing Step: Blood and Flesh Three-step proficiency increased by 5 points.]
[Soul Chasing Step: Blood and Flesh Second Release proficiency increased by 5 points.]
[….]
As Feng Mu practiced, the shadow under his feet began to twist and wriggle, reflected on the wall.

True, like a shadow. And because the shadow is intangible, it can be twisted into any shape.

Therefore, according to the [root bone] theory expounded by Li Guishe, Shadow’s root bone should naturally be…max? ! !

....
The taxi stopped at the side of the road in a very awkward manner. Without the trunk, the rear of the car was exposed, looking like a gangster without pants, which was extremely cool.

Dong Ping smashed the seat fiercely, and his arm went straight through the leather backrest.

The driver looked at the hole in the back of the car seat and said nothing for a long time.

Dong Ping bared his teeth and asked fiercely:
"What happened just now?"

The driver frowned and replied:

"It should be a parasite of the puppet mother. It's a bit complicated to explain. You just need to know that the high school girl and you are no longer human."

Dong Ping knew very little about the monster circle, and he didn't want to delve into it.

He just wanted to take revenge on Feng Ju.

The driver continued:
"You are no match for that girl. I think you can switch back to your original target. How about that?"

Seeing that Dong Ping remained silent, the driver sighed and continued to persuade:
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not afraid of the Puppet Mother. It's just that if I want to take action, it will be a different price, but you have already pledged yourself to me."

Dong Ping did not refute the driver, his brows knitted into knots:

"Well, I seem to have made a mistake. The relationship between Feng Ju and Feng Yuhuai seems to have broken down. In that case, I'll listen to you and change the target. This time, let's change it to..."

Dong Ping's revenge failed, and his resentment became even stronger. He said grimly:
"Let's change it to Feng Ju's wife Wang Xiuli and his son Feng Mu."

The driver coveted Dong Ping's body but didn't want to make too much trouble. He was very happy to see that Dong Ping's idea of revenge was more flexible than the steering wheel.

If every body that was salvaged could be like Dong Ping, rather than as stubborn as the previous one, then there would be no need to worry about not completing his monthly performance appraisal.

The driver sighed for no apparent reason, as if he was thinking of something.

He took out his cell phone and opened the navigation again, entering the two names "Wang Xiuli" and "Feng Mu" in turn.

The dark positioning light spots overlapped on the navigation page.

"You're lucky, these two are staying together!"

The driver looked at the time again, his smile widening:

"It's still some time until 'dawn', I'll take you there now."

....
4:27am.

The taxi slowly stopped at the entrance of the community.

Dong Ping got out of the taxi and walked towards the old and dilapidated neighborhood.

"Go early and come back early, and have fun."

The driver rolled down the window and waved to Dong Ping.

Dong Ping didn't look back, but waved his hand casually.