Chapter 883 - 722: The Madman’s Script, Beyond Your Imagination (Part 2)

Chapter 883: Chapter 722: The Madman’s Script, Beyond Your Imagination (Part 2)

At the same time, he also heard it, the final sentence, that chilling whisper.

What do you mean, you still owe me a life even after you’re dead?!!

Now, Zhang Shenyi, just like He before his death, completely cannot comprehend the horrifying meaning behind those words.

It sounds like a madman’s rant, the pointless mockery of a deranged man towards the dead, the monologue of a psychopath satisfying his twisted heart.

Yes, exactly! Just a madman!

Zhang Shenyi screamed wildly in his mind.

If it wasn’t for a madman, he truly couldn’t understand why anyone would painstakingly drag another back from the brink of death, not once but twice.

Exerting strength, showcasing abilities, and in the end... flinging the other into hell in an even more straightforward manner.

No! Is this script right?!

In what rational world does someone plan such an incomprehensible sequence of events?

Feng Mu! Tell me! Do you think this kind of plot development makes any sense?

Does it conform to even the slightest bit of human logic?!!

Zhang Shenyi’s eyes were bloodshot, veins snaked across his eyeballs, and he stared daggers at Feng Mu, as if roaring silently.

——Tell me, Feng Mu! What are you exactly after? Surely, it’s not just... for fun?!!

Feng Mu watched Zhang Shenyi with a gentle smile, Zhang’s full face of anger and puzzlement deepened the pleasure in his eyes.

He easily read the boiling inner activities beneath Zhang’s twisted facial expressions and bloodshot pupils.

He seemed to hear the silent questioning and was eager to "answer."

So he leisurely opened his mouth with the tone of greeting an old friend, smiling as he spoke:

"The one who died is your teammate, so you are their captain. Hmm... you seem deeply grieving, your bond seems to go beyond just ordinary teammates or coworkers."

Feng Mu paused and sighed:

"I understand your current feelings, just like I do, I consider everyone in the Second Prison as my family. I understand that irreplaceable grief when a family member passes away, so... please accept my condolences!"

The murderer says he understands me?

The murderer offers me condolences?

He’s even considerate, should I thank him?!!

Zhang Shenyi clenched his jaws, teeth grating with a grinding sound, a rusty taste spread in his mouth.

He suppressed the immediate urge to tear the other apart, forcing out a hoarse, suppressed voice from deep in his throat:

"Give him to me."

This sentence was directed at the person behind him.

A teammate with equally bloodshot eyes, boiling with murderous intent, was about to charge past him to go straight at Feng Mu, but Zhang Shenyi grabbed him by the arm firmly.

"You take care of the White Masks."

Zhang Shenyi’s voice was low and resolute, carrying an undeniable command.

He couldn’t let his teammates rush to their deaths meaninglessly.

The Feng Mu in front of them was no longer their anticipated target but an unpredictable... madman.

More dangerous than all the remaining White Masks combined.

The advantage he had prepared in advance, fourfold, had been smashed apart by repeated accidents; there was likely no advantage left now.

The only chance to reverse the situation could only be for him to personally crush Feng Mu.

Because he was Worries Relief Studio’s ultimate trump card!

The teammate behind him was breathing heavily, glaring at Feng Mu with hatred before finally nodding in agreement.

He had absolute confidence in their captain’s strength and then turned towards the fort prepared not far away.

Feng Mu is the enemy!

These White Masks are also the enemy.

The enemy of my enemy is the enemy, and they all deserve to die!

The fortress initially relaxed when it saw that the charger was not Feng Mu, but then instantly tensed, feeling the resolute, do-or-die momentum of the oncomer.

With a low growl, he raised a huge shield as big as a door, the edge flashing coldly, turning into a blunt giant spinning sword, grinding down with a dully oppressive force.

"Clang!!!"

The explosive clash of metal erupted, sparks flew, as the two engaged in a fierce battle, tactically moving the battlefield farther away.

Zhang Shenyi ignored the battle on the side, his entire attention locked onto Feng Mu.

He lightly flicked his wrists, and with the subtle "click" of triggers, two sets of dark metal Finger Tigers, with sharp bumps and triangular armor-piercing spikes, were firmly equipped on his hands.

The surface of the Finger Tigers glowed with a cold red light, clearly not ordinary products.

As the captain of Worries Relief Studio, Zhang Shenyi was the strongest combatant in the team.

Unlike his teammates, who favored using various high-tech thermal weapons and used Martial Arts as a secondary means, Zhang Shenyi’s most trusted weapons were always his body, hardened through countless trials, and this pair of iron fists soaked in enemies’ blood.

These fists had crushed countless self-assured strongmen and mutated monsters.

Though Feng Mu’s entrance slightly shocked him, in Zhang Shenyi’s eyes, the other’s end today would be no different from those strongmen he had killed before.

By the way, the Finger Tigers in his hands were called - Worries Relief, which was also the origin of the studio’s name.

What can relieve worries, only... his fists!

He flexed his fingers wearing the Finger Tigers, making his joints crackle with sharp pops, his taut muscles like steel wires contracting, solidified intent to kill mingled with surging blood energy radiated from him, bending the grass around him beneath invisible waves.

"Yes, I am their captain, the one you killed was my teammate He."

He took a deep breath, seemingly inhaling all his pain and rage into his lungs, converting them into destructive force:

"And the one who will kill you is named Zhang Shenyi, you’d better remember this name. Then, go below and... repent properly to my teammate!"

Feng listened quietly, the curve of his mouth widened, revealing a neat row of teeth.

He liked Zhang Shenyi’s rallying speech; he liked captains who cared for their teammates.

Such "material" possessed greater "value" and "malleability."

So he very seriously said:

"Zhang Shenyi, I’ve remembered your name, and also, I’ve remembered the name He."

Zhang Shenyi maintained a cold face, his muscles tensed like stone, not launching an attack immediately.

He was waiting, suppressing, and observing.

He wanted to hear what more this madman wanted to say?

Was he boasting, mocking, or was there another motive?

Feng Mu was willing to satisfy Zhang Shenyi, opening up, speaking honestly:

"Your rush to save your teammate just now moved me greatly, and I liked it."

Feng Mu paused, then shifted the topic:

"But, I really didn’t like your attitude when you spoke to me."

Zhang Shenyi let out a frigid chuckle through his nose.

Feng Mu didn’t mind his chuckle, continuing to laugh to himself:

"Besides the fact it was your group, who first scared my friends with two ’fireworks’, my counterattack was reasonable and justified, an extension of self-defense, isn’t that right?

Secondly, you came to kill me, didn’t you?

So, if you get killed, you can only blame your lack of skill, blame no one else. This logic holds everywhere, doesn’t it?

Then, what makes you so angry? Let me guess..."

Feng Mu pretended to ponder, then had a "Eureka" moment:

"Could it be... because I saved him twice?"

He shook his head with a slight smile:

"So you naively thought that since I saved him, I shouldn’t kill him again?

Ha - that’s not right, there’s no logic in this world that says if I save you, I can’t kill you again.

On the contrary, the savior is the most qualified to kill, the person you shouldn’t resent the most is the one who saved you and then kills you, isn’t it?"