Chapter 648: Chapter 605: The Most Approachable Evil Sacrifice in History—Is There a Mole?

"What did you say...?"

Feng Ju sneered internally, but on the surface, he forced down a gulp and quickly started explaining:

"...That’s basically what happened. I was already hiding near the ’Blood Rose’ bar several hours in advance.

The Blood Rose Bar is considered the Cyan Wolf Gang’s headquarters; Li Shang and Ma Bin were both there that night."

To increase credibility, Feng Ju described everything very meticulously,

"I hid opposite the bar, and after confirming Li Shang was inside, I called him under the guise of ’congratulating him on soon becoming Chief of the Patrol Office’ and invited him out for a late-night snack. I was certain Li Shang wouldn’t refuse..."

Feng Ju continued:

"My original plan was to tail Li Shang as he left the bar towards the restaurant, find the most secluded, optimal stretch of road, and then act, disguising it as a robbery murder."

Feng Ju paused, his tone becoming agitated:

"But then, on the way, I saw Li Shang sneakily dive into an alley, where he met someone."

The commissioner’s fingers on Feng Ju’s shoulder involuntarily tightened, and his breathing became heavier:

"Was it [Mask] Zheng Hang?!!"

Feng Ju met the commissioner’s gaze and nodded firmly:

"Yes, it was [Mask].

Though the distance was far and the lighting dim at the time, even if he turns to ash, I, Feng Ju, would never mistake him. It was indeed Zheng Hang whom Li Shang secretly met."

"Whew..."

The commissioner gasped sharply, terrifying brilliance bursting in his eyes like a hungry wolf seeing a delicious lamb.

He subconsciously licked his somewhat chapped lips:

"And then? Where is [Mask] now?"

Feng Ju shook his head, saying: "I don’t know."

The commissioner’s eagerness instantly froze, soon turning into an almost reasoning-extending fury.

He felt his blood pressure surge, nearly laughing in anger on the spot—Feng Ju, you bastard, are you playing with me?

"Commissioner, calm down. I am truly no match for [Mask]!"

Feng Ju dared not anger the commissioner, quickly making amends,

"I was alone; recklessly following him could end disastrously if discovered, not only alarming the enemy but also ensuring my death."

"Moreover, I was there to kill Li Shang. For confidentiality, I hadn’t brought any helpers. The safest method was to let [Mask] leave and relay the message that Li Shang is an insider to you."

The commissioner’s chest heaved intensely as he forcibly resisted the urge to strangle Feng Ju.

He had to admit, though Feng Ju’s explanation inflamed his rage, the logic was...hard to fault.

Given Feng Ju’s capability, pursuing [Mask] alone was indeed akin to suicide.

Allowing [Mask] to escape was undoubtedly infuriating, but at least it confirmed [Mask] is still in Zone 9 and affiliated with Li Shang.

"Worthless!"

The commissioner ultimately cursed in a low voice, but the murderous intent in his tone had dissipated significantly. He released Feng Ju’s shoulder and paced agitatedly.

Feng Ju saw this and knew the timing was ripe, promptly unveiling his real "trump card."

He pulled out his phone, presenting it like a treasure before the commissioner:

"Even though I didn’t track where [Mask] went, I wasn’t entirely without gain last night.

Afterwards, I went to the restaurant as planned, acting as if oblivious, and dined with Li Shang.

At the feast, I said many flattering things to Li Shang, tried to get him drunk, and while he was unconscious, I tampered with his phone."

Such twists and turns were designed to maximize the credibility of Feng Ju’s words to the commissioner, a technique learned from interrogating criminals.

The commissioner stared intently at the phone screen.

Feng Ju swiped the screen, explaining:

"Now, our phones can monitor Li Shang’s phone in real-time, accessing all his communication and internet records.

Then, I discovered that Li Shang frequently logs into a forum site, where he privately chats with a user whose digital ID is ’54576715’.

I suspect that digital ID is [Mask] Zheng Hang."

He quickly scanned the screen, pulling up a few saved chat screenshots:

"Look, this is their chat content!"

[Id: Shang Wu]:

I gave the commissioner the sheepskin scroll, is it really okay? Will he notice anything?

[Id: 54576715]:

Don’t worry, giving him the sheepskin scroll will make him trust you more, and you can get promoted.

[Id: Shang Wu]:

Rest assured, once I become the chief, if there is any action in Zone 9 to capture you, I will inform you immediately, in advance.

[Id: 54576715]:

Good. Later, I’ll need you to help me keep an eye out and find a few suitable "materials."

[Id: Shang Wu]:

Sure, it’s a small matter. But, the commissioner got the sheepskin scroll, will he try it himself? What if he manages to...

[Id: 54576715]:

Heh, having the sheepskin scroll isn’t enough, he can only admire it without indulging in the real craving.

He still lacks one crucial ingredient... Besides me, no one in this world knows what that is.

[Id: Shang Wu]:

I’m relieved to hear that. Can you fulfill part of what you promised me before? I’ve prepared everything.

[Id: 54576715]:

Alright, tomorrow night, once I confirm the location, I’ll message you. Remember, come alone.

The glow of the screen reflected in the commissioner’s bloodshot eyes as he clutched the phone, rereading the message several times.

Each word burned into his nerves like hot iron!

He gripped the phone tight enough to nearly crack the screen.

Though parts of the conversation were somewhat ambiguous and lacked context, with the commissioner’s shrewdness, it wasn’t hard to deduce the convolutions in between.

Shang Wu = Li Shang!

Materials = Sacrificial offerings!

Key ingredient = The crucial step or item needed to make the offerings "qualified" to genuinely delight in the Evil Sacrifice!

"Good! Good! Good!"

The commissioner, enraged, laughed ironically, repeating "good" three times.

"Previously, there were rumors in the Patrol Office saying Li Shang might be [Mask]’s protector, and I didn’t really believe it!

Thought it was someone deliberately smearing him with dirt, didn’t expect..."

The commissioner felt like a fool, letting out a cold, yin zeze laugh:

"Turns out he really is!

A great performance indeed, what a shrewd plan, ha ha ha—"

Feng Ju observed the commissioner’s expressions change, feeling elated inside.

He didn’t reveal the phone right away, but rather purposely fabricated a multi-part story, giving the commissioner enormous frustration and delight.

Only this way would the commissioner completely trust the chat content on the phone.

It was about setting up to knock down; naturally, the commissioner’s fury was also swept up.

This rage nearly tore through the commissioner’s skull, yet simultaneously brought a chilling realization—his sheepskin scroll was "incomplete."

Still missing an "ingredient"?!!

Recalling how he bragged confidently before his mother last night, the commissioner’s face turned livid.

He stared hard at Feng Ju, squeezing out a chilling voice through gritted teeth:

"Where are they meeting?!"

Feng Ju shook his head in "fearful sincerity":

"Commissioner, I’ve been closely monitoring Li Shang’s phone. That Id54576715 hasn’t yet sent the specific location to Li Shang, but tentatively it’s set for tonight.

Once the message comes in, we’ll know immediately, and I’ll promptly gather the entire elite of the Patrol Office, then contact the Investigation Bureau for dispatch..."

Feng Ju hadn’t finished his words when he was interrupted by the commissioner:

"No, don’t call too many people; if there are informants like Li Shang or [Mask] amongst them... Hmm, tonight it’ll be just the two of us."

"Hooked!" thought Feng Ju.

His face displayed a sudden realization and admiration:

"It is indeed shrewd of you; since [Mask] can bribe Li Shang, buying a few patrol or Investigation Bureau insiders as informants isn’t impossible!

Only with your personal involvement and my assistance can we ensure no leaks, truly."