Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 297 - 281: It’s You—No Escape

Shi Wuming’s heart rate clearly quickened for a moment, but this acceleration wasn’t due to fear of Feng Mu.

A mere fourth-grade humanoid bone state wasn’t worthy of Shi Wuming’s attention, right?

Feng Mu’s Bone State Report:

Report Number: GSR-241-fmyhh

Sample Information:

• Sample Name: Bone State fm vs Bright · Secondary Database

• Sample Source: swm Bone Detection Eye

• Comparison Date: April 25, 233

Comparison Method:

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Comparison Result Summary:

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Conclusion:

Bone state fm remains a stable humanoid bone state, low likelihood of distortion, speculated to have practiced 12 types of martial arts, with 82% being old martial arts, low martial arts grade.

Reverse Numerical Score: 14.4

Life Level: Medium.

Martial Arts Grade: Fourth Grade

Danger Level: Grade C

Note: Life origin is overflowing, recommended for inclusion in Medicine Man inventory, scientific cultivation suggested.

The only thing Feng Mu could see in Shi Wuming’s eyes was his bone state report.

More precisely, it’s the last comment in red in the bone state report — Life origin is overflowing, recommended for inclusion in Medicine Man inventory, scientific cultivation suggested.

Shi Wuming is one to heed advice, especially professional reports issued by the group, which he always chooses to fully acknowledge and abide by.

Thus, that day he immediately forwarded this report via email to an old friend.

This old friend, while not as powerful as Shi Wuming, had collaborated with him many times without ever making mistakes.

What satisfied Shi Wuming the most was that, although in most cases Shi Wuming only needed to provide quality "target" intelligence without taking action, his old friend would still split the profits with him evenly in the end.

This collaboration model of doing less work and making more money was something Shi Wuming cherished and held dear.

This was not only a financial win-win, but it also represented trust and tacit understanding, a cherished friendship Shi Wuming had longed for and upheld.

So that day, Shi Wuming unabashedly forwarded the email to his old friend in front of Qian Huan via the intracranial network card.

Shi Wuming knew well that Qian Huan had a high regard for Feng Mu, and this slightly violated professional ethics, but when compared to his years-long friendship, these things were nothing.

Moreover, Bright Group’s task was merely to ensure the safety of employer Qian Huan’s life, so this action didn’t breach the contract.

However, his old friend had been out of contact completely since the night before yesterday.

The first person Shi Wuming suspected was naturally Feng Mu, but feeling guilty, he couldn’t directly ask Feng Mu.

Now, it was good that Feng Mu confessed directly.

Shi Wuming felt a twinge of sadness: "An old friend actually fell into Feng Mu’s hands. Alas, but he shouldn’t betray me, as his wife and children still need my care in the future."

Shi Wuming calmed his heart rate, looking indifferently at Feng Mu, his expression barely changing: "I haven’t heard of this name, why, did he mention me to you?"

Feng Mu stared at Shi Wuming without blinking, and his expression was so genuine, it seemed as if he truly hadn’t heard of the name.

If it weren’t for the gift given by Cheng Gao before his death — Dynamic Vision lvl3, Feng Mu might have been fooled by Shi Wuming’s acting.

In fact, Feng Mu hadn’t originally doubted Shi Wuming; he had neither a godly perspective nor any grievances, so how could he foresee a plot against him?

Over the past two days, Feng Mu had discreetly asked Senior Brother Wang Yu to use the Arresting Bureau’s resources and his good connections to help find a guy named Cheng Gao, but results had yet to surface.

Unexpectedly, today when he ran into Shi Wuming again, the name above the person’s blood bar had changed slightly, leading Feng Mu to solve the case first-hand.

Previously, the blood bar read Shi Wuming [1544/1544], and today it changed to Modification Shi Wuming [1544/1544].

Feng Mu’s heart suddenly understood;

"The Blood Bar Deceit Eye’s blood bar name doesn’t remain static; it alters to reflect categories or labels based on the information and knowledge I possess."

"Previously, I was ignorant of ’modifications,’ so no label appeared. Now, with some understanding, this classification appears naturally."

"Thus, Shi Wuming is also a modified human. He and Cheng Gao are the only modified individuals I’ve encountered; isn’t it quite a coincidence?"

Feng Mu’s expression remained gentle, but he sneered internally:

"Cheng Gao was the first modified human I met, and Shi Wuming followed as the second. To say there’s no connection, even a ghost wouldn’t believe it.

No, that’s wrong. Shi Wuming was the first modified human I knew; Cheng Gao was the trouble he brought."

Although he still couldn’t figure out Shi Wuming’s motive for harm, Feng Mu was sure he’d cracked the case himself.

Of course, Feng Mu’s evidence was mere names on blood bars and the subtle shifts in expressions he caught frame-by-frame — nothing substantial enough to present in court.

Fortunately, Feng Mu wasn’t a judge; he didn’t need to be strict about facts or evidence. He was just an ordinary prison guard, free in his judgment.

Whoever disagrees would be considered suspect!

Oh, what if he’s wrong?

Heh—

Observing Shi Wuming’s expression, Feng Mu’s face beamed with a warmer smile, without a trace of malice:

"No, he didn’t mention you, but another name. However, I suspect you are also modified; perhaps you two know each other."

Shi Wuming said calmly: "Modified humans aren’t often in Lower City’s public view, but quite a few live there, so modified humans don’t all know each other."

Feng Mu accepted Shi Wuming’s explanation, apologizing: "I see, my apologies for being presumptuous."

Shi Wuming’s heart relaxed slightly, but the next second, his pupils contracted. He didn’t remember revealing to Feng Mu that he was modified.

After all, from appearances, modified humans generally look no different from ordinary people, indistinguishable to the naked eye.

Meeting Feng Mu’s calm and gentle gaze, Shi Wuming didn’t voice his doubt, perhaps because he already sensed the answer inside.

Little did he know, Feng Mu too felt more certain of his judgment:

"His initial reaction was to explain not knowing the name, instead of questioning how I saw his modification; heh—, dare you say you aren’t feeling guilty?"

Shi Wuming glanced at Feng Mu with deep focus, tired of guessing aimlessly:

"Whatever, whether you’ve guessed or not, once this matter concludes, I’ll find a chance to send you to join my old friend. Then, I’ll personally take action, and you won’t escape."