The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

Just like the two cents created psychological pressure on him, although it was useless, Feng Mu wanted to return it in full now.

It was not because he was petty, but he just wanted to provoke the yellow-haired man again.

When trying out moves, you must have a decent opponent to have a strong effect and give enough experience points.

After crippling the red-haired man with one finger, Feng Mu focused on the yellow-haired man, feeling that he was at ease, but he was inevitably a little disappointed.

The pressure that the yellow-haired man brought to him was far less than half of Zhang Tong's that night. It was not that the yellow-haired man was too weak, but...

"The power of the crane claw skill is enough, and I didn't make any mistakes today. Without retreating a single step, my fight was fierce and vicious. I am much stronger than that night!"

Feng Mu gained insights during the battle, and because of his insights, he fought more fiercely.

The yellow-haired man felt a chill in his heart, and his only remaining eye stared tightly, and the other eye socket had a hideous hole, and half of the broken eyeball was stuck in the bone.

Did he not fight fiercely enough?

No, he fought fiercely enough, but he was not as fierce as Feng Mu in the end.

But,

It was not because he was timid, but because...

Huang Mao gritted his teeth and resisted Feng Mu's claws. A large piece of blood and flesh was dug out of his stomach in an instant, and his smelly intestines were about to flow out.

At the cost of this, Huang Mao used his short knife skills and stabbed three times in a short space of time, stabbing the latter's lower abdomen, navel, and heart respectively.

Then, the first knife was knocked away by the knee of the raised leg, and a bloody wound was pierced on the knee of the latter, but the bone was not broken.

Then, the second knife was bounced off by the finger hook, and the blade cut off a layer of flesh on the opponent's index finger. However, the finger hook with bones exposed bit people more fiercely, which was really weird.

Finally, the third knife finally hit the bucket without any obstruction, but it was like stabbing into a layer of iron shell, and metal sparks were rubbed under the cracked skin and flesh.

What can Huangmao do? He trades injuries for injuries, but he gets real injuries while the opponent gets fake injuries. He is bleeding while the opponent is alive and well but looks dissatisfied.

How can he fight this special brew? Huangmao is also desperate.

Is the problem a question of whether he is fierce or not? The opponent is relying on high defense and high blood to keep fighting. Can he not retreat? Does he dare not retreat?

Feng Mu doesn't think so. He feels that he has completely understood the essence of fighting. As long as he doesn't retreat, and attacks aggressively, it will be others who retreat.

"The meaning of dangerous is that as long as I am fierce enough, the danger will be others'!"

Feng Mu's eyes became brighter and brighter as he fought, and he became more and more excited. He became more and more determined in his belief. He felt that his combat experience was soaring like a rocket.

"Don't stop, don't retreat, come on."

"Retreat means death, rush up and kill me to survive, the less blood you have, the more you have to fight to kill."

Bleeding all over his body, his yellow hair was dyed red, and his ears were filled with the opponent's fierce and surging words, and the yellow hair was numb.

He was cheering me on, he was pretty good... bullshit~

The next second, the yellow hair was furious, he threw away the knife, opened his arms, and said with death in his heart: "No more fighting, just kill me."

Feng Mu, who was in the midst of fighting, froze in his hands, and his expression was as if he had eaten a fly shit.

No, your desire to survive is a little weak, you learn from the red hair next to you, his leg tendons were hooked and broken, only one hand was left, and he was still crawling hard, and he had crawled out more than ten meters.

Feng Mu was a little disappointed, and performed the thirteenth style of Crane Claw, the final style·Broken Heart Claw, to execute the yellow hair whose "stance slot collapsed".

The night was quiet. The sound of a heart being crushed by five fingers and dripping from the fingers came from the wind, which made Red Hair stop crawling and look back in horror.

In the distance, a body fell straight to the ground with a thump.

In the near distance, canvas shoes stained with blood came into view, bringing footsteps from far to near.

Red Hair froze in place, feeling that his heart was about to explode. He turned his neck stiffly and looked at Feng Mu squatting down with blood on his hands.

"You have a stronger desire to live than that yellow-haired man." Feng Mu said.

Red Hair wanted to beg for mercy, but his throat seemed to be blocked and he didn't know what to say.

Feng Mu reached out and took out a mobile phone from Red Hair, handed it to the other party, and said lightly: "Call your brother Bin, I have something to talk to him about."

Red Hair turned over with effort, found a number and dialed it.

As the number was dialed, Hongmao asked boldly: "We all follow Brother Bin's orders, can you spare my life?"

Feng Mu didn't like to lie, he said honestly: "It depends on your performance."

Hongmao seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

The call was connected.

Hongmao's voice was hoarse and trembling: "Brother Bin, it's me, Hongmao, someone wants to talk to you."

In the Blood Rose Bar, listening to the trembling sound on the other end of the phone, Ma Bin was a little stunned, and casually pulled out the list on the side and glanced at it.

It was confirmed that the person Hongmao had been following for the past two days was Feng Mu.

Ma Bin's tone was calm: "Who is looking for me?"

Hongmao swallowed his saliva and looked at Feng Mu blankly, not knowing whether to tell the truth or a lie.

Feng Mu controlled his larynx to squeeze his vocal cords, making his voice hoarse: "Why are you looking at me? Tell you, Brother Bin, who I am."

Red Hair then stuttered into the microphone: "Brother Bin, he is Feng Mu."

The microphone was silent for 1 second, and then asked: "Where is Huang Mao?"

"Dead!"

"Oh~"

There was another silence in the microphone. Ma Bin didn't say anything, and Red Hair didn't know what to say. Feng Mu was not in a hurry either, and they were all waiting.

On the other end of the phone, Ma Bin's pupils shrank slightly.

He knew the character of every little brother in the gang. Huang Mao was a bad guy, so he was not afraid of death. If the person on the phone was Huang Mao, his words would be 30% credible.

But if it was Red Mao, who bullied the weak and feared the strong, and was afraid of death, he would not believe a word of his, and even had to listen to it the other way around.

The two of them followed Feng Mu, and then Feng Mu killed Huang Mao, and then forced Red Mao to call him and tell him that the murderer was Feng Mu?

Was Feng Mu mentally lame, or did he think that he, Ma Bin, was an idiot.

After a while, Ma Bin said to the phone again: "Clumsy lies, who are you?"

Listening to the voice on the phone, Red Mao was shocked, Feng Mu grinned and said hoarsely: "I am Feng Mu."

After that, as if afraid that the other party would not believe it, Feng Mu used the skinned finger bones to press against Red Mao's neck.

Red Hair was terrified, his voice was distorted and he cried: "Brother Bin, he is Feng Mu, I didn't lie to you."

Little did he know that the more Red Hair cried, the more Ma Bin didn't believe him. He sneered: "If you don't tell me who you are, I'll hang up."

Feng Mu took the phone from Red Hair and said helplessly: "Hey, no one believes the truth these days."

Ma Bin remained silent.

Perfect~

Feng Mu's suspicion was removed by everyone!

Feng Mu then let out a long sigh and spoke the truth: "Who I am is not important, what's important is that I heard you were sending people everywhere to look for me?"

Ma Bin stood up from the sofa, frowning slightly: "Who are you?"

Feng Mu sneered: "I killed Zheng Hang, and I also killed Zhang Tong, who do you think I am?"

Ma Bin had already vaguely guessed it in his heart, and he was not surprised to hear it, but said: "How dare you, our Qinglang Gang is looking for you, and you dare to call me, what do you want to do?"

Feng Mu glanced at the red-haired man whose brain had crashed and whose face was dull, and continued: "I want to do the same thing as you, Brother Bin."

Ma Bin: "What I want to do, I just want to catch you."

Feng Mu said with contempt: "Don't act, what you really want is Zheng Si's death, coincidentally, I also want Zheng Si to die."

Red Hair seemed to have heard an incredible secret, and he wanted to bury his ears in the soil.

On the other end of the phone, Ma Bin's pupils shrank into pinpoints. He flatly denied: "You slandered me, I am loyal to Boss Zheng."

"Hehe——" Feng Mu curled his lips in disdain and joked, "Then I will call Zheng Si?"

"Why should Boss Zheng believe you?"

"I used Zheng Hang's phone to call, so he believed that I was the real murderer, and then he knew that all the people on your list had ulterior motives."

Ma Bin tightly grasped the phone, realizing that the other party knew much more than he thought, and his tone became cold: "You are the murderer who killed Zheng Hang, and I am the second leader of the Green Wolf Gang. Will Boss Zheng believe you or not?"

Feng Mu said calmly: "It doesn't matter, I don't want him to believe me, I just want him not to believe you, what do you think, do you want me to call now?"

Dead silence.

After half a minute, a voice came from the phone: "We can cooperate. I can help you kill Zheng Si to avenge Wang Wei."

There was a temptation in these words, but Feng Mu did not deny the cause and effect with Wang Wei. He seemed to really want to avenge Wang Wei, and his tone was grim:

"Of course Zheng Si must die, but in addition, I also want..."

Just kidding, does Feng Mu care whether Zheng Si dies or not?

Yes, he cares, it's better for Zheng Si to die.

But,

Ma Bin has already set up the stage, and Zheng Si will definitely be killed by Ma Bin.

In this case, this is called the result of teamwork, how can it be included in the remuneration~

"Although you set up the stage, I also joined the performance, and I played two roles. It's reasonable to get a sky-high salary~"

Feng Mu thought so, and the lion's high salary made Ma Bin on the other end of the phone want to crush the phone.

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