Feng Ju’s tone was naturally casual, and the reasons he gave were quite reasonable.

Moreover, everyone was sitting at the same table conspiring over a matter that could cost them their heads. Even out of basic human decency, if there really was a backup at this point, showing it to Feng Ju didn’t seem like a big deal.

The main thing was that the groundwork Feng Ju laid was thorough enough that it was hard for anyone to suspect that "killing the special agent" was just a ruse thrown out by Feng Ju. At this moment, his seemingly casual mention of the sheepskin scroll was the real purpose.

Chang Erbing subconsciously glanced at Li Shang, with a hint of hesitation on his face, as if he wanted to say something but held back.

Li Shang frowned slightly, seemingly a bit deceived, and was about to speak.

The usually silent Ma Bin sighed lightly and was the first to speak:

"Captain Feng, I’m really sorry. You can’t see it, not because we didn’t think of making a backup, but..."

He pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up his nose and met Feng Ju’s scrutinizing gaze confidently,

"That sheepskin scroll is very strange!"

He paused, seemingly recalling the situation at the time, and his voice unconsciously lowered:

"We tried taking photos. Whether using high-resolution digital cameras or old-fashioned film cameras.

But the captured images would either distort automatically during storage or blur quickly after developing, ultimately turning into a mass of meaningless color blocks."

Ma Bin continued:

"Later we attempted to trace it, but either the lines under the pen would twist and deform on their own, or the paint would inexplicably become murky and discolored... The strangest thing was, one painstakingly completed copy spontaneously combusted without anyone touching it.

In short, it seemed as if some mysterious force in the dark was preventing the content of the sheepskin scroll from being copied."

Chang Erbing almost took out his phone to show Feng Ju the photos. His face changed as well.

If he didn’t know that the photos were clearly still stored on his phone, he might have believed that what Ma Bin said was the truth.

Though Chang Erbing didn’t understand why Ma Bin was lying, he wasn’t too stupid. Hearing this, he immediately nodded in agreement:

"Right, right, it’s strange. That sheepskin scroll is indeed a bit strange."

Li Shang also seemed to realize something, sighed deeply, with a sincere look of apology on his face:

"However, there’s nothing worth seeing anyway. It’s just some messy ghost talismans pieced together into a distorted human face.

When we studied it before, looking at it too much would make us dizzy."

Saying this, he stared unblinkingly at Feng Ju and added:

"If Captain Feng is really curious, if we manage to succeed, the sheepskin scroll from the special agent is yours to take."

Feng Ju’s gaze slowly swept across the three faces. He could sense they hadn’t completely told the truth, but he couldn’t continue to probe.

Asking once was spontaneous; pursuing it further would arouse suspicion.

In this way, the special agent truly became someone who had to die.

Feng Ju’s expression became even more gloomy, yet he didn’t continue to dwell on the topic and merely squeezed a cold sentence through clenched teeth:

"If that’s the case, then forget it. Let’s continue discussing the main issue. We don’t have much time left."

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[...]

As time passed, a "murder" plan targeting the special agent was gradually taking shape.

"If we can really kill the special agent, we will pin this black pot on [Mask]."

Feng Ju smacked the table with finality, speaking eerie words.

He wasn’t very willing to blame [Mask]; doing so could backfire later, but in a short time, he couldn’t think of another suitable candidate.

Li Shang didn’t object, nodding in agreement:

"That’s fine. The special agent has been relentlessly pursuing [Mask], so him dying at [Mask]’s hands is quite reasonable."

Ma Bin’s gaze moved between the two for a moment, and finally, he slowly uttered one word: "Okay."

........

A day passed uneventfully.

Nothing but training.

In the Second Prison, Feng Mu trained furiously.

[You are focused, training intensely.]

[Without a symbiont, your training speed↓↓↓]

[Your training results are as follows:]

[Seven Kills Fist•Blood and Flesh Three Solutions]

Skill Proficiency +217

Current: Advanced (618/5000)

[Seven Kills Fist•Blood and Flesh Two Solutions]

Skill Proficiency +217

Current: Intermediate (673/5000)

[Soul-Seeking Step•Blood and Flesh Three Solutions]

Skill Proficiency +145

Current: Intermediate (1734/2500)

[Soul-Seeking Step•Blood and Flesh Two Solutions]

Skill Proficiency +145

Current: Intermediate (1401/2500)

[...]

Feng Mu’s training speed was still far above the average person, but compared to the rocket-like rapid progress from before, it now felt more like a plane cruising steadily. This discrepancy left him with an uneasy feeling.

For the first time in his life, he found training to be dull.

On the first day of his son’s departure, longing surged like a tide.

Yet Feng Mu didn’t stop training; a villain must endure loneliness.

If you want to train, train. If you don’t want to train, even more so, you must train.

Train fast, train. Train slow, even more, you must train.

With Feng Mu’s training, his shadow danced beneath him.

The venom was not with him, but he still had his shadow.

The shadow seemed intent on using this intense synchronized dance to awaken its father’s attention, conveying its weak yet persistent consciousness.

Unfortunately, the shadow’s consciousness was really weak, especially after being parasitized by the venom once, it became even weaker.

Its voice couldn’t reach its father’s mind at all.

Shadow: "..." Father, look at me, understand that the venom’s training talent was stolen from me.

Feng Mu seemed unaware, still immersed in training.

Perhaps he heard, perhaps he didn’t, but either way, he chose to ignore it.

After all, on the system interface, the [Shadow Coexistence] entry remained unchanged, still coldly displaying: