Chapter 721 - 641: This Boy Is Just Like Me—A Terrifying Thought, Part 2

Feng Mu scanned the health bars above the heads of the few people calmly. Without glasses, he couldn’t accurately determine their threat levels, but based solely on the length of the health bars, the three people in front of him were very strong. Each of their health bars exceeded that of the Night Watcher lying at his feet.

Although the Night Watcher at his feet was defeated by him in an instant, it was not due to weakness but because the ability of [Kaleidoscope: Blood Bar Deceit Eye] was excessively imbalanced, easily achieving an "initial kill".

However, the blindfolded man before him was obviously very wary of his eyes, which undoubtedly greatly diminished the power of [Kaleidoscope: Blood Bar Deceit Eye].

Moreover, his Pupil Power... was not enough to sustain the continuous use of [Eternal Imprisonment Corridor].

As his thoughts whirled rapidly, Feng Mu had already devised a strategy in his mind:

"Among the three people in front, the Wild Beast has the thickest health bar, followed by the Red Dragonfly. The Master of Ceremonies has an incomplete health bar, for some reason only half remaining, and he is the most wary of my eyes. I should prioritize eliminating him to reduce their numbers."

As for Wu Shou, who timidly peered out from behind the three, Feng Mu completely ignored him.

The latter’s health bar was not on the same level as the first three, and combined with his trembling appearance, he was nothing more than a minor enemy who could be crushed with little effort in Feng Mu’s eyes.

Wu Shou: "..." I thank you oh~

The Wild Beast, unaware of how menacing his "friendly" smile appeared in others’ eyes, had tried very hard to produce a friendly smile.

Seeing [Mask] remain silent, he assumed that the other party was dissatisfied with the frozen goods, having lost the "vivid beauty" of life extinguishing in an instant.

Just then.

"Rustle... clatter..."

From a dense bush not far behind Feng Mu, there came a clear rustling and sound of branches being parted.

The bald head of the Captain of the Constables, a prominent reflective surface, appeared first, followed closely by Zuo Bai, who was moving like he was attending a funeral.

The Wild Beast’s eyes suddenly lit up. He eagerly raised his hand and shouted impatiently:

"Captain, quickly, Mr. Mask truly isn’t impressed with frozen goods; we need to slaughter Zuo Bai on the spot...."

The Captain of the Constables had just parted the last clump of branches and hadn’t even fully cleared his line of sight when he saw the Wild Beast waving anxiously, as if in a dire urgency.

Zuo Bai’s expression was unbelievably stiff, looking less lively than a frozen head. His mouth opened, and he was overcome with sorrow: "..."

Mistaken trust.

That passionate love for [Destiny], in the end, was a complete mistake.

It’s probably that tragedy of you pursuing him, him pursuing another, where eventually someone ends up in ruins.

Yet, Feng Mu’s head hadn’t turned an inch backward.

At the very moment the Wild Beast raised his arm to shout, coinciding with the Captain of the Constables’ sudden appearance, his pupils abruptly shrank to pinpoints.

The murderous intent within him, like a flood breaching a dam, could no longer be contained.

"Are there more enemies behind me? Am I surrounded?"

The next moment.

"Squelch—crush!"

A hair-raising sound of flesh tearing and bone cracking reverberated!

The clothing on Feng Mu’s chest, along with the flesh beneath it, exploded outward like rotten cloth!

Bone-white ribs, sticky with blood, opened up like the maw of a suddenly blooming Cannibal Flower, producing a grating sound of bone friction (crack-crack-crack), instantly spreading to the limit, viciously biting down towards the bowed head of the Master of Ceremonies.

"Master of Ceremonies, watch out!"

The Red Dragonfly, very close, couldn’t react mentally to the rapid change, but the combat instincts honed through countless life-and-death battles had already reacted ahead of thought.

At the instant [Mask]’s chest opened in that fearsome bone spike, her sensual red lips snapped wide open.

A blood-red, forked tongue shot forth from her throat like a poisoned crimson dart.

The tongue, vibrating at extreme speed, became a barely visible bloody afterimage, tearing through the air with a piercing shriek, heading straight for the temple of [Mask].

The Wild Beast reacted quickly as well, his right arm shooting out like lightning, five fingers grabbing the collar at the back of the Master of Ceremonies’ neck, and with a fierce yank, pulled the Master of Ceremonies behind him as if he were a chick.

The Master of Ceremonies was yanked off his feet, narrowly avoiding a fatal bite, the grim rib cage close enough to graze his flying sideburns and the black cloth over his eyes.

Simultaneously, the Wild Beast’s grip loosened on the silver briefcase in his left hand, and the entire arm rapidly engorged and deformed, as if injected with a raging gas, amidst crackling explosions.

The skin surface was instantly covered with a rough, hard keratin shell, the knuckles as thick as hammers, and nails growing wildly into sharp, black metallic claws.

In a flash, the entire arm transformed into a fearsome beast limb.

Beefy, gnarled, terrifying!

A vicious wind howled, carrying the power to shatter stone, driving straight for [Mask]’s face with no style or flair.

Squad 103 understood better than anyone the real strength of [Mask], which is why they extended the greatest "sincerity" in recruitment.

But precisely because of this, their nerves were constantly taut, and when it came to action, they held nothing back, launching their full lethal attacks directly.

Though they spoke of welcoming [Mask] like "family," their change of face was instantaneous, with each move striking for vital points.

Even when they knew full well such attacks against [Mask] were likely suicidal, they hesitated not a moment.

Outwardly, they came with the most burning "goodwill," yet wasn’t it also with the coldest "death wish"?

This is [Destiny], where the most extreme goodwill harbors the deadliest killing intent, just as the sweetest honey often conceals the most lethal poison.

Goodwill?

Malice?

Under the curtain of [Destiny], they wear the same face and speak with the same tongue.

From afar, the recently uncovered bald head of the Captain of the Constables turned grim; unsure of how negotiations with [Mask] failed, his body, driven by instinct, surged forward like an ignited powder keg.

The good news was, his position as captain of squad 103 was likely secured;

The bad news was... he was probably going to die honorably in this post today!

"Damn it!"

The Captain of the Constables let out a low growl, the soles of his cheap plastic slippers grinding to dust under immense force.

"Boom—!"

A thunderous, muffled explosion.

The ground beneath his feet seemed hit by a mortar shell, with gravel and turf violently spraying out in a circular shockwave.

Amidst the billowing dust, the silhouette of the Captain of the Constables barreled forward like a projectile, enveloped in shattered rocks and dust, charging wildly at [Mask]’s back.

Arms spread open, like two solid steel battering rams, they pounded towards the back of [Mask]’s head with lethal wind pressure.

Zuo Bai, meanwhile, stood stunned.

On his way here, he’d already been informed of the whole truth, that he had been packaged as a special gift for [Mask].

At that moment, he was wallowing in sorrow, lamenting how there’s nothing worse than a dead heart.

But what the hell... what’s going on?

Why have they suddenly started fighting!!!

In Zuo Bai’s dead eyes, a hopeful light reignited, and his brain’s CPU began to run at overclocked speeds, sparking thoughts:

"Hmm, I seem to... have a chance again, will the heavens not abandon me, Zuo Bai?

Praise ’Old Huang,’ for my misfortune has truly been absorbed by him. This deadly predicament unexpectedly turned around, can I survive again?!!!"

Joy coursed through him like a billion volts of high voltage current, instantly electrifying every cell, every cold electronic component in his body, almost making him jump up and down on the spot from excitement.

His scientific mind could not comprehend the situation before [Mask]; why had [Mask] suddenly attacked the people from [Destiny].

Was he dissatisfied with the gift about to be received?

Impossible, this was a gift from [Destiny] for you, [Mask], and what gives you the right to be dissatisfied?

Did [Mask] go insane?

Insane in a great way!

For Zuo Bai, this was undoubtedly another turning point in fate, as he didn’t have to be sent out as a gift anymore.

As long as he could choose the right side!

Choose [Mask], or choose [Destiny], does this even need thinking?