The decadent man's eyes were filled with endless terror. He didn't know what that little thing was, but he knew it was definitely not good, because he could feel the pain as it burrowed in his brain.
"What in the world is that thing? Why is it in my head?"
"I'm working for you now. If that thing affects me and my brain does something, your reputation will be tarnished."
"And maybe I'll even start talking nonsense."
His words carried a slight threat.
Mu Feng completely ignored him, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. "In another five minutes, you won't be saying these things to me anymore."
"Now you are a puppet in my hands."
"You have no other choice. If you don't want to obey, you can choose to end your life. You have a weapon in your hand, aim it at your chin and gently pull the trigger, and you'll be free."
The decadent man absolutely did not want to die, otherwise, he wouldn't have agreed to Mu Feng's demands.
Now, he felt as if his brain was being torn apart. The intense pain made him cry out in agony.
But even at this point, he still didn't want to die.
A slight curve of Mu Feng's lips appeared. "Not bad, your will to survive is strong. I appreciate that."
"I hope you can survive this."
After speaking, he said nothing more and turned to walk into the company.
The decadent man was about to say something, but at this moment, the intense pain completely consumed his thoughts. He opened his mouth but uttered no words, only muffled groans of pain.
More than ten minutes passed.
Sometimes he felt as if he had just been pulled out of water, his entire body drenched in cold sweat. He had never experienced such excruciating pain before; it was worse than death.
At this moment, the little bug seemed to have tired itself out and finally became quiet in his head. His eyes were filled with extreme dread.
"What kind of terrifying person is Mu Feng, to put such a terrifying thing in my brain?"
"I originally wanted to run, but I can't run anymore. I hope I can get a way out after completing the task, otherwise, I really won't know how I died."
The decadent man gripped the weapon in his hand, gaining some sense of security. Without hesitation, he turned and, dragging his exhausted body, walked outside.
He reached the minivan that had arrived, cleaned up the bodies at the scene, and then drove to the hospital.
Madam Du was accompanying Du Chao, tears streaming down her face.
"Xiao Chao, hold on a little longer. Don't worry, I will definitely make Mu Feng obediently come and treat you. After he treats you, I will make him kneel before you and beg for mercy."
"No matter how strong Mu Feng is, he can't be stronger than the person behind me."
"Don't worry, give your mother some more time, and I will make him a dog at your feet."
As she said these words, Madam Du's eyes were filled with extreme hatred.
The facade she had shown before Mu Feng was merely a pretense; she had long since hated Mu Feng to the core.
Many things were not thought up by Du Weicai; most of those plans came from her. No one knew Du Weicai's character better than she did.
Especially the foolish things he did later, which made her even more furious. In just a short time away from home, she never expected such big trouble to occur.
"Besides Du Weicai, there's also that stupid贱 person. You are my daughter, yet you side with outsiders. After dealing with Mu Feng, I will not let her off."
Du Chao weakly turned his head, his eyes filled with despair.
He really wanted to persuade his mother to stop causing trouble, because they were no match for Mu Feng. Now, his mother might still have a chance to survive, but if she went to confront Mu Feng again, she might not even know how she died, and he would completely lose his treatment.
To be honest, at this point, he didn't want to die. Even if he had to endure the torment of pain, it was much better than feeling nothing and falling into complete silence.
Just then, there was a knock on the hospital room door.
"Enter!"
Madam Du called out.
The door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man entered. He had a streak of white hair on his forehead; without it, it would be impossible to tell his age, which was at least forty to fifty.
At this moment, his eyes held a hint of pity. "Don't dwell on unpleasant things. The person we sent out has returned and wants to report something to you."
Madam Du nodded. "Let him in."
The decadent man walked into the hospital room, his gaze immediately falling on Madam Du.
A cold killing intent flashed in his eyes.
Madam Du also turned her head. The moment their eyes met, she felt something was wrong. "What's going on? Didn't I tell you to wait until the plan was successful before returning? There were people to cover for you."
"Now you've returned alone?"
"Did the plan fail?"
The decadent man nodded, his eyes filled with unwillingness and humiliation. "That's right, it did fail. And you didn't tell me that Mu Feng's strength was so formidable."
"We originally intended to target Su Nianxue directly, but we unexpectedly ran into Mu Feng at the parking lot. Mu Feng subdued all of us. If I hadn't escaped by chance, I would probably be at Mu Feng's mercy today."
"This life was almost lost!"
Instead of offering any comfort, Madam Du snorted coldly, "I think you're just a good-for-nothing. Why did you come back alive? You might as well have died at Mu Feng's hands."
"I know you've probably sold me out, otherwise, you wouldn't be standing here."
"No wonder I felt something was off when I saw you; it turns out you're a traitor."
"Traitors shouldn't live. Go and die!"
As she spoke these words, her expression became even more ferocious.
However, at this moment, the decadent man abruptly drew his weapon and aimed it directly at Madam Du. He took a few steps forward, and the weapon was pressed against Madam Du's head.