The heavy footsteps gradually faded away, finally disappearing completely into the depths of the winding pipes, leaving Ma Bin alone at the inlet of the well.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, showing no signs of tension despite sitting on a pack of explosives.

He waited quietly, calculating that the time was almost right. Then he leisurely took out his phone, unlocked the screen, and logged into a forum website.

He sent a private message to a forum friend [Noon], containing a location coordinate.

Then, he immediately turned off the phone, pried open the back cover, pulled out the SIM card, and crushed it into pieces.

Tiny crumbs slipped between his fingers, falling into the blood-stained gravel.

After finishing all this, Ma Bin slowly raised his hand and gently brushed the rough edges of the stiff mask on his face with his fingertips.

Suddenly, he tore it off, crushed it, and tossed it to the ground.

"An insider? Ha..."

The light-hearted cold laugh lingered in the place, as Ma Bin’s figure walked deeper into the well shaft without looking back.

Outside the well shaft, on the road outside the abandoned factory.

The blue and white car slowed down, patrolling in circles.

Inside the car, the air seemed to solidify, heavy as if filled with lead.

When it came down to it, the two still couldn’t help but feel anxious.

In the passenger seat, Chang Erbing’s gaze never left the time display on the phone screen, with every minute and second seeming unbearably agonizing.

He tried to make conversation:

"I never imagined that pretending to be [Mask] and detonating, the most dangerous step, Ma Bin would actually take it upon himself."

Chang Erbing thought for a moment and added:

"Although he overthinks, he can be relied on when it matters, truly an insider we can trust."

Li Shang seemed a bit absent-minded, chain-smoking as he pondered and said after a moment:

"Hmm, hmm, it was the same last time, but this time, the fate of the three of us is tied together again. If we can really make it through this time, let’s not doubt Ma Bin again."

Hearing this, Chang Erbing nodded emphatically, sincerely saying:

"Don’t worry, Captain Li, I’ll treat Ma Bin as my blood brother from now on, through thick and thin."

It was evident that if they could survive this, the friendship among the three couldn’t just be compared to gold; it had to be said it was as solid as iron.

Yes, what’s a stronger brotherhood than having heads on the line together once?

If anything, it would be having them on the line twice.

The atmosphere in the car seemed to loosen a bit because of this heavy yet warm conversation.

Time continued to crawl agonizingly, second by second, in its tense waiting.

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Feng Ju sat on the excessively soft leather sofa on the first floor of the villa, almost sinking into it, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the delicate leather texture on the armrest, leaving shallow marks.

"What are Li Shang and the others doing, moving so slowly, why haven’t they sent a message to the commissioner yet?"

Feng Ju was burning with anxiety.

Understanding that time is life, how did it feel like none of these living people understood this principle?

Just as he was almost unable to hold back, footsteps finally came from the stairs.

Feng Ju abruptly stood up, looking at the commissioner who was walking down quickly.

The latter clearly looked freshly showered, dressed in new clothes, exuding a sense of "renewal" from within.

The most crucial thing was that the lines of the chest, abdomen, and waist appeared very natural, showing no signs of bulges or outlines of hard objects.

Feng Ju’s gaze quickly moved away from the commissioner, a barely noticeable glint flashed in his eyes, and he secretly thought:

"It worked, the commissioner left the sheepskin scroll on the second floor of the villa."

This judgment made his knuckles tense slightly, then quickly relax.

If the plan could be followed, killing the commissioner would naturally be ideal, but if things went awry, he could sell out Li Shang and the other two. As long as he returned to the villa before the commissioner, he still had a chance to "come back to life."

No doubt about it, Feng Ju, being Feng Mu’s father, was indeed a man with a Plan B.

Feng Ju moved toward the commissioner: "Commissioner, you..."

The commissioner didn’t stop, just raised the phone he was holding, with the screen still glowing faintly.

He interrupted Feng Ju with a cold voice:

"A message has arrived, huh—[Mask] is indeed a sewer rat, and the meeting point is once again..."

Feng Ju’s pupils contracted imperceptibly, and even as one of the planners, he hadn’t been able to confirm where Li Shang and the other two would ultimately place the trap.

The coordinates on the commissioner’s phone were also the latest information for him.

"The sewer again?!"

Feng Ju had a shadow in his heart about sewers, which involuntarily gave rise to some ominous premonitions.

But his face showed no sign of change, and he responded immediately in a deep voice:

"Understood, the car is ready at the door."

The two walked briskly out of the villa one after another, the biting night wind greeted them with cold, a black government sedan parked at the foot of the steps.

Feng Ju quickly opened the driver’s door and sat in, his fingers touching the cold key, while the commissioner settled directly into the back seat.

Feng Ju was in such a hurry that he didn’t even help the commissioner with the car door.

Bad manners!

The engine started with a deep growl, the car’s headlights pierced the thick darkness, and the sedan slowly drove out through the ornate wrought iron gate of the mansion.

As he passed another equally valuable villa next door, Feng Ju habitually glanced at it with the corner of his eye.

The night was falling deeper, the villa was pitch black, clearly not working overnight, but the yard was cluttered with various renovation materials, planks, tiles, paint buckets, somewhat messy.

The security guard, seeing the headlights from afar, cleverly raised the entrance’s electric barrier in advance, slightly bowing towards the approaching vehicle.