Era of Magic and Martial Arts

Chapter 683: Chapter 623: Are Others Really That Nice?

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The digits on his retina flickered madly, the countdown to death refreshing at a terrifying speed.

God seemed not to hear his pleas, instead evaporating his balance even faster.

Four seconds, four seconds, another four seconds, they kept dropping frantically!

No escape, no escape!

So, I am going to die, am I really going to die?!!

Anger and unwillingness, like poisonous vines, wrapped around his heart, making it beat faster and faster, rare like it was alive.

Thump!...(pause).... Thump!.... (pause shortened)... Thump!—— Thump!—— Thump!

His heartbeat went from 10 seconds per beat, 9 seconds per beat, 8 seconds per beat, 7 seconds per beat... all the way to 1 second per beat.

The long-forgotten sound filled with rhythm, making Feng Ju feel like he had really... come back to life.

But the reality was, he was about to die.

Completely die?!!

From life to death is called dying, then what is it from death to death?

Feng Ju didn’t know the answer, nor did he want to search for it.

"No——!!!"

Feng Ju roared in fury as he rushed out of the alley, just as a blue-and-white car sped towards him.

The piercing high beams were like two snow-bright sharp swords, illuminating the darkness in the alley, as well as Feng Ju’s bloodstained, grotesquely twisted face.

"If there’s danger, seek the patrol!"

This childhood axiom resounded in young Feng Ju’s mind, something he once believed in sincerely.

But when he actually wore the uniform, it was buried deep in his memory, even scorned.

Yet at this life-and-death moment, he suddenly seemed to regain his initial memory and thought of it again.

"Help——!!"

His body crashed heavily onto the cold and hard road surface, the violent impact nearly breaking him apart, yet he desperately lifted his head and with all his strength let out a life-saving roar.

The blue veins on his neck stood out like twisted worms, and his hoarse, ragged, blood-speckled cry for help, slammed materially into the oncoming blue-and-white car!

Even though he surely understood better than anyone else, that a mere constable at a patrol office couldn’t possibly be a match for the sallow-faced elder behind him,

not to mention there was only one lone patrol car coming.

But at that moment, Feng Ju truly forgot even the most basic judgments, like a drowning man grasping desperately for the last straw.

"Screech——!!!"

The tires made an ear-piercing noise as they rubbed against the asphalt road.

The blue-and-white car screeched to a halt at the last moment, stopping dangerously in a near-drift posture.

The car’s front was only three inches away from Feng Ju’s forehead, and the rolling heat from the engine scorched his face, bringing searing pain and a strong smell of gasoline.

However, in the next second, a chill capable of extinguishing an engine shot from his tailbone straight to his skull!

The closest thing in front of him was the license plate.

He widened his bloodshot eyes, staring intently at the car front mere inches away, and his scalp suddenly went numb.

The combination of letters and numbers on the license plate seemed..... faintly familiar.

This... this damn thing seems to be the blue-and-white car Li Shang usually drives!

Feng Ju felt the blood in his entire body freeze instantly, dropping from boiling to freezing point.

After all, according to his intracranial calculation a few minutes ago, it was highly possible that Li Shang and his group were in cahoots with that old ghost behind him.

No wonder the old thing behind could catch up with him again; surely Li Shang used some technical means to lock onto his location before he threw away the phone, then shared the information with the others.

Damn it, I threw the phone too late!

Endless regret, like a venomous snake, gnawed at his heart.

"Clack——"

The sound of the car door opening was no less than the sound of a bullet being chambered to Feng Ju’s ears.

A figure stepped out leisurely, the movement carried an indescribable... elegance?

He stood at the edge of the blinding car light halo, his silhouette was outlined into a long and hazy profile by the strong light.

Feng Ju’s gaze, like rusty gears, moved arduously, inch by inch, towards the edge of the car door, focusing on the familiar figure.

"Damn it!!!"

Feng Ju’s eyes widened in fear and lost focus.

The good news is:

The person who stepped out wasn’t Li Shang, nor was it Chang Erbing, he wasn’t even wearing a constable’s uniform.

The bad news is:

Standing under the glaring car lights, the tall figure was elegantly adjusting the cuffs of his suit, with a playing card pinned to his chest.

And when he lowered his head to look at him, a ghastly white mask reflected a chilling luster.

It was... Mask?!!

When Feng Ju finally raised his head to meet those eerily spinning eyes, he felt his scalp was beyond just being numb.

It was going to split open completely!!!

No, why did Mask come out of the police car, and from Li Shang’s police car no less?

So, Li Shang was really colluding with Mask all along.

Those two sallow-faced ones, along with Li Shang, Ma Bin, and Chang Erbing, they were all in it together.

The whole plan from start to finish was a trap, and not just the special envoy fell into it, but also myself.

Oh, right, I was the one who suggested the plan, and the special envoy was coaxed into the trap by me, I... really am a genius!

The bitter taste of self-deprecation, like bile, overflowed Feng Ju’s mouth instantly, leaving his mouth dry and his throat blocked.

He stared at Mask deeply, his gaze was the epitome of complexity.

Intertwined with deep-rooted hatred, penetrating fear, and an indescribable suspicion.

Mask once nearly killed him, causing him to lose an arm, thus completely altering his life’s path, but seemingly there is some vague clandestine connection with his Filial Daughter.