Chapter 882 - 722: A Madman’s Script Beyond Imagination

Chapter 882: Chapter 722: A Madman’s Script Beyond Imagination

Worries Relief Studio originally came with clear malice, aiming to capture Feng Mu, but accidentally, the other party saved him, once, twice!

This is a massive irony in itself.

And I, not only failed to confide honestly but instead, under the captain’s instructions, wove clumsy lies for our "savior."

And the result?

The lies were easily exposed.

The other party, bearing no grudges, conveniently helped them resolve the enemy that killed their teammate—Shadow Scorpion.

Overall, the unfolding and soon concluding manner of this entire script are too absurd, too unexpected, entirely beyond what He could comprehend in his twenty years of life.

At this final moment of life, stripping away tasks and stances, He truly felt a slight... shame.

A kind of shame for letting down this "savior!"

Before his death, he thought:

"Well, ultimately dying at Feng Mu’s hands, maybe it’s a way to repay those lifesaving debts, a clean slate, with no debts owed anymore."

Thinking of this, He strangely felt a sense of relief.

He tried to lift his head, a bit dizzy from blood loss, took a deep breath to calm his churning emotions.

Then, he opened his eyes wide, voluntarily meeting Feng Mu’s downward gaze hidden behind his glasses.

Feng Mu spoke, the voice still gentle, even with a slight guiding tone, as if teaching an ignorant child.

"Lying to your savior is not very nice."

Feng Mu spoke, the voice still gentle, like a parent teaching their ignorant child,

"But looking at your expression... you seem to have realized your mistake, ready to... calmly welcome death?"

He kept his lips tightly shut, no answer.

Even if every word Feng Mu said pierced his heart precisely, he wouldn’t utter a word of agreement.

Admitting or not, no longer has any significance.

Returning the life debt, all mistakes, and shame will vanish with the advent of death.

Words, at this moment, are unnecessary and pale.

No need for more words.

"Stop, don’t!"

A desperate roar like a thunderclap exploded from a hundred meters away.

The figure of Captain Zhang Shenyi sprinted like a cheetah, reaching a peak speed, kicking up grass and dust.

With his current explosive speed, in just two blinks, he could charge into the battlefield, maybe... maybe still have a chance to save He from Feng Mu’s hands!

Unlike the White Mask team led previously by Babyface, focused solely on the mission, and unlike the current White Mask team without restraint, Zhang Shenyi and his Worries Relief Studio consistently held the principle—missions are important, but teammates are more important.

A team that cannot complete its mission is junk, but a team that cannot protect its companions is garbage among garbage!

Therefore, Zhang Shenyi genuinely wanted to save He, even if it meant giving up this mission.

Worries Relief Studio was truly the kind that would do anything for its companions, from top to bottom.

Any request, he could let Feng Mu make, but...

This cry, like a stone thrown into stagnant water, failed to stir any ripples in Feng Mu’s eyes.

Feng Mu didn’t even turn his head, only glanced sideways indifferently at the latter with the corner of his eye.

Then, under Zhang Shenyi’s watchful gaze full of rage, Feng Mu moved.

He effortlessly lifted half of the scorpion tail blade, which had just penetrated Shadow Scorpion’s chest, now embedded in the ground, stained with flesh and soil.

His arm traced a smooth yet cruel arc.

With no excess force buildup, no violent momentum, only a casual... whim.

"Psst—!"

Huge strength instantly smashed He’s chest, with residual force slamming his body forcefully downward.

"Clang!"

The tip of the scorpion tail deeply embedded into the grassland beneath He, until the hilt disappeared.

The powerful impact pinned his entire body like a specimen, firmly nailing it to the cold grassland.

He curled up sharply, then struck back heavily to the ground due to being securely pinned.

A gush of black blood spewed from his mouth, splattering over his face, and onto Feng Mu’s immaculate black pant leg.

The light in his eyes dimmed rapidly, like a lightbulb losing power.

The world before his eyes quickly lost color, receded, leaving only the eerie smiling face of Feng Mu and his intriguing laughter in the last glow:

"I permit you to die,"

"But even if you die, remember—"

"You still owe me a life, huh!"

The voice was deep, like Death God using the gentlest touch, etching an indelible mark on his soul.

He remained full of doubts until death, daring not to close his eyes.

Zhang Shenyi’s sprinting footsteps, less than ten meters from Feng Mu, abruptly halted.

He came, using the fastest speed of his life, rushing forward.

But ultimately, he was still a step too late.

He watched helplessly as the blood-stained, ferocious scorpion tail, was reverse-stabbed into He’s chest by Feng Mu, as if arranging a flower.

He’s body resembled being electrocuted under high voltage, convulsed violently, briefly, then weakly fell back to the ground due to being pinned.

He saw the hot blood, like an uncontrollable fountain, gushing from He’s mouth and the wound on his chest, soaking the torn battle suit, dyeing the withered grass and soil beneath red.

And in the center of this cruel scene, was Feng Mu’s mysterious and joyful smile.

The smile bore an indescribable taste, as if he was not killing a living person, but conducting some interesting experiment.