Chapter 93: Still So Delicate~

The bomber heard the noise and was already heading in this direction. When he saw that their leader had been killed, his face instantly went pale.

He Ze was still chasing after him, cursing loudly.

“Wow, three against one, you guys are real tough, huh!”

“If you have the guts, stop running from your little master!!”

“Didn’t I just take down one of you myself?!”

He Ze’s clothes were tattered, as if they had been blown apart, but there were no bloodstains on him. In contrast, the bomber had two bloody holes in his arm.

“Brother Fu, wuwuwu, this guy dared to hit me.” 

He whined, instantly adopting a pitiful expression the moment he saw Fu Jingmo. When out and about, everything depended on his acting skills.

Fu Jingmo glanced at him coolly, saying nothing.

He Ze felt a chill from Fu Jingmo’s cold gaze and quickly shut his mouth, sensibly retreating to the back.

The three opponents in front of them no longer looked so arrogant. Their small team was led by the mutated gorilla, and they had originally thought that facing just two people—a pretty boy and a big oaf—they wouldn’t be at a disadvantage.

But these two turned out to be incredibly difficult to deal with, wielding vine whips and water-based abilities. Even more terrifying was the man before them, exuding an aura of danger.

Fu Jingmo let out a cold snort, his tone icy, “Who sent you?”

These people wouldn’t be foolish enough to pick a fight with Lin Mu and his group without a purpose.

“Not talking?”

The heavy machine gun sprayed bullets across the ground near their feet, instantly kicking up a cloud of dust. The warning was clear.

“They’re looking for a space-mutated person,” Lin Mu said calmly.

The bomber’s legs went weak. “B-Brother, we just heard that there was a space-mutated person coming from the direction of Wushi, so… so…”

“If we’d known you were this strong, we wouldn’t have dared to come and ask for trouble.”

Standing on the steps with his imposing height of 1.9 meters, Fu Jingmo looked down at them, a sense of pressure radiating from him. “Heard it from whom?”

The man with the triangular eyes shifted his gaze, blinking nervously. “I… I don’t know, just don’t know where the rumor came from.”

“Bang!”

A burst of bullets pierced through the man’s shoulder, causing the man with triangular eyes to cry out in pain as he collapsed to the ground. Fu Jingmo then turned his gaze to the other two strength-mutated individuals.

The two trembled, their bodies shaking as they knelt down. “Brother, we really don’t know! The information came from Old Ma, but he’s already dead. We were just following his lead.”

“B-But it’s not just us. A lot of people are looking for the space-mutated person.”

“They came from Wushi, probably reached here by now. Four people… and they said they looked good.”

“…There’s also a portrait…”

Fu Jingmo’s expression sharpened, and even Lin Mu stepped forward a couple of steps. “The portrait? Where is it?”

“We don’t have it… but it’s posted on the mission board at the exit of Shancheng.”

The group huddled together, trembling, completely forgetting their earlier arrogance.

The thought that they had come to kill Lin Mu, to take his life, made Fu Jingmo want to sneer. Today, Lin Mu and his group had powerful abilities, but if they had been ordinary people, or just a typical space-mutated individual, they wouldn’t have stood a chance at surviving.

His eyes narrowed, and with the heavy machine gun in hand, he fired a shot into each of their chests, piercing through their hearts and spraying a mist of blood.

Fu Jingmo didn’t consider himself a good person. His position prevented him from senselessly killing the innocent, and he was even willing to save others.

But scum like this? Leaving them alive would only harm others—he would kill every one he encountered!

The few people who had been alive just moments ago now lay dead before them. Lin Mu glanced at the scene and then looked away. He felt no sympathy—if the other side had been strong enough, he and He Ze would have been the ones lying there instead.

People who try to profit from the chaos of war have no reason to be spared.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, what bad luck. Brother Fu, why are you the only one out here? Where’s Little Chenchen?”

Fu Jingmo put away the heavy machine gun, but his expression showed none of the satisfaction one might expect from a successful ability upgrade.

“He’s unconscious, but his breathing is steady—he won’t die. He just needs some rest.”

The three of them returned to the resting area. Fu Jingmo switched on the lights and pulled Lin Mu, who was walking behind him, closer.

“Injured?”

Earlier, outside in the dim moonlight, it had been too dark to see where Lin Mu was hurt. But now that they were inside, the scent of blood was even stronger.

He Ze leaned in as well. “What? Mumu, you’re hurt? Where? Are you okay? Damn that big black furry beast!!”

“It’s nothing, just a small wound.” Lin Mu hadn’t imagined that one day he’d be able to speak so calmly about having his arm slashed open and his palm torn up.

But compared to the time he was blown up by C9, it truly was just a minor injury.

“Even a small wound shouldn’t be ignored. With all the filth around, it’s easy to get infected.”

Fu Jingmo pulled Lin Mu over to the tattered sofa and sat him down, rummaging through his backpack to find disinfectant, cotton, and bandages.

“…My wounds will heal on their own.”

These injuries would probably heal within an hour if he could endure them, but the sight of that disinfectant made Lin Mu feel uneasy. Just because the wounds would heal didn’t mean they wouldn’t hurt!

“It’s not like they’ll heal right this second.” Fu Jingmo shot him a cold glare, and Lin Mu fell silent, muttering under his breath.

“Then… be gentle, okay? It looks like you don’t really need that disinfectant… Hey, hey, ow, that hurts!!”

Lin Mu couldn’t help but try to pull his hand back, but his wrist was firmly held in place.

…It already hurts? Still so delicate.

“If you’re afraid of pain, then why do you keep getting hurt? Last time, you almost got blown up,” Fu Jingmo said with a raised brow, clearly displeased. “If you know it hurts, try not to get hurt so much.”

“…Well, last time I passed out, so I didn’t feel it,” Lin Mu mumbled.

He Ze held the light for the two of them, his eyes darting back and forth between them as he chimed in.

“Our Mumu’s been afraid of pain since he was little. He’d cry whenever he fell and bumped his bottom.”

“But when he grew up, he tried to act tough and held back from complaining about the pain.”

“Apart from that, he’s excellent at everything else.”

“…” Lin Mu wasn’t sure if He Ze was praising him or making fun of him. He kicked him lightly. “Give me the light, and you can leave now.”

“Hey, hey, don’t get mad! I’ll stop, alright?”

Hmm, so he likes to act tough—no wonder he’s been holding it in.

Lin Mu’s palm was full of small glass shards. Despite his words of complaint, Fu Jingmo softened his touch as he treated the wound.

“However, there’s something odd about these people today. They were looking for a space-mutated person, but they didn’t seem to know exactly which of us it was,” Lin Mu said, forcing himself to ignore the pain in his palm.

“And besides, I don’t think my space ability has been exposed. It feels more like they were tricked into coming here to cause trouble for us.”

“Who could have put up that portrait? Could it be that someone informed the people in Shancheng as soon as we left Wushi?”

“Hiss.” Lin Mu sucked in a sharp breath as the disinfectant suddenly stung his palm, making the corners of his eyes turn red.

Fu Jingmo held his hand firmly to keep him from moving, gently blowing on the wound, and didn’t rush to answer his questions.

The cool breeze on his palm eased the pain a bit, but Lin Mu’s face began to feel hot, and he suddenly stammered.

“I-It’s… it’s fine, it doesn’t hurt anymore…”

Fu Jingmo looked up at him, his expression calm, as if he didn’t think he’d done anything particularly intimate.

“There’s definitely someone in Shancheng who doesn’t want us to enter. We don’t know who it is yet, so before we go in tomorrow, let’s try to find someone to gather more information.”

“The black box has a tracker, so it knew when I got close to Shancheng, and it transmitted some basic information about the place.”

“But it’s limited—mostly, I just know that the military safe zone is led by someone named Shao Yingjie.”

Lin Mu nodded and shifted the topic. “So, how’s your ability coming along?”

“It’s fine, no issues. Aside from my internal energy being temporarily depleted, everything else has improved—even my senses, speed, strength, and so on have all seen a significant boost.”

“That’s great!” A smile appeared on Lin Mu’s delicate face, genuinely happy for him.

“Yeah, let’s rest here tonight. I’ll work on recovering my energy as quickly as possible.”

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