190: Chapter 188 Dare to Touch My Construction Site?

Zhang Mu, covered in his Shadow Technique, scrutinized the "Joey" lying on the sofa and whispered to himself: "I was wondering why something felt off when I saw him today. Turns out, they're twins."

After watching him for a while, Zhang Mu turned his head to look around the stone room: "Tsk, rich, aren't you? You actually used magic crystal to build a secret room in your house. No wonder I couldn't find it after searching for so long."

He walked over to the wall and reached out to touch it: "Hmm... although it's the lowest quality, it still contains a trace of magic. This is troublesome. If I'd known, I wouldn't have snuck in when the light gate opened. Who knows how often he comes here."

The Shadow Technique was almost unrivaled on Blue Star, and its application and power on the Saul Continent were exceptionally great.

But it had one fatal weakness—it could not penetrate solids containing magic.

In other words, he was trapped in this secret room.

Zhang Mu clasped his hands behind his back and secretly reflected on his actions; he had been too reckless just now.

He had snuck into Joey's house and searched everywhere, but didn't see anyone.

Standing in the bedroom, rubbing the back of his head, he wondered if the person hadn't returned yet, when a light gate suddenly appeared on the stone wall in front of him.

Because it was very similar to the gate of the "World," Zhang Mu mistakenly thought that Joey also possessed a "World" used to store treasures.

Thinking that the person couldn't run away anyway, he decided to swipe the treasures first.

Who would have known, there were no treasures in the room, but there was a twin brother.

"Come to think of it, what were they whispering about earlier?"

Zhang Mu's gaze returned to the brother lying on the sofa, hesitating whether to wake him up.

He didn't know his strength; if he happened to be a High-level Magician, he wouldn't be able to subdue him for interrogation.

"He wouldn't be too weak if he was sent by Joey to test me, but he definitely wouldn't be stronger than a Magister. Otherwise, there would be no reason for Joey to keep him confined here."

Thinking that dragging it out wouldn't solve anything, Zhang Mu took a risk and mobilized his Mental Energy to shroud him.

"I can't sense his magic fluctuations." Rubbing his chin, his expression turned grave, "If nothing goes wrong, he must be a High-level Magician."

After biting his fingernails for a while, Zhang Mu couldn't suppress his curiosity. He wondered why Joey was targeting him, figuring the twin brother might know something.

He ultimately decided to wake him up, but he had to carefully consider the method.

After thinking for a while, he smiled slightly.

He first used the Transformation Technique to turn into Joey's appearance, then deactivated the Shadow Technique, walked toward the sofa, and upon reaching him, slapped him hard across the face.

"Hmm?"

The brother opened his eyes in a daze, and upon seeing his brother looking down at him with a dark face, he was so scared that he rolled straight off the sofa onto the floor.

Is he that afraid of Joey?

Surprised in his heart, he didn't idle his mouth; taking advantage of his panic before he could collect his thoughts, he asked: "The words I just urged you with, you must always keep in mind!"

Joey must have given him some instructions when they finished their conversation.

Zhang Mu felt that asking this way was the most appropriate.

"Brother, I will keep... you're not my brother?" The brother, who had been kowtowing loudly, suddenly stiffened and slowly looked up.

How did I get exposed again?

Huh? Why did I say "again"?

Recalling the day he disguised himself as the City Lord and was immediately exposed by Solon, Zhang Mu was silent for a moment, then his expression suddenly turned ferocious, and he cursed at the man kneeling: "Where do you get off talking so much?"

"Uh... you are indeed not my brother..." He sat kneeling, feeling aggrieved, and said pitifully.

This guy doesn't seem very bright.

Looking him up and down, Zhang Mu felt that he didn't seem to have any aggression, so he simply stopped pretending, reverted to his City Lord appearance, and sat on the sofa.

"We meet again. Well, it hasn't been long since we parted, though."

"Ci, City Lord?!"

His kneeling legs moved in panic to face Zhang Mu, and he bent his waist, ready to kowtow.

Not wanting to waste time, especially with the possibility of Joey returning at any moment, Zhang Mu's face darkened: "Stop. I ask, you answer. One word of nonsense, and you know very well what the consequences are."

"Yes, yes, City Lord, I understand..."

"What is your name?"

"Joey."

"The same name as your brother?"

"Brother said that I have my own name and would subconsciously let it slip, so Joey calls me Joey, that way when I refer to myself, I won't call out the wrong name."

"I see... what is your level?"

"Uh, what level?"

"Magician."

"City Lord, I am not a Professional."

"Ah?" Zhang Mu was stunned for a moment, "I can't sense your magic fluctuations, you say you are not..."

It seems, well... that's not a problem?

Ordinary people don't have magic fluctuations, that's perfectly normal!

Zhang Mu's mouth twitched; he hadn't expected that he would one day become someone who overthinks things and jumps to conclusions.

It wasn't his fault, though; who would have thought that a guy with the guts to test a "Magister" would actually be an ordinary person...

Collecting his bewildered state of mind, he continued the interrogation.

"What did Joey say to you?"

"He cursed me for being an idiot. He spent twenty years taking down the City Lord, transferred the Soldiers guarding the construction site back to Gur, and forbade me from leaving the room to get some air."

Transferred the Soldiers guarding the construction site back to Gur?

Large numbers of wild beasts roam the wilderness, and every few days magical beasts come down the mountain for a snack. Without the army patrolling, can the refugees even survive?

Dare to touch my construction site?!

He couldn't bother wondering why the goofy "Joey" summarized the key points of the conversation so concisely and brilliantly.

Upon learning that the other party's real goal was to sabotage the project, Zhang Mu was instantly furious.

But thinking about the details of the other party wanting to transfer the army, he quickly calmed down.

Why is he in such a hurry to pull the army back to Gur?

Does the army staying there interfere with something of his?

With too little intelligence in hand, Zhang Mu couldn't think of a reason, so he put this matter aside for now, intending to start an investigation as soon as he left the secret room.

Subsequently, his gaze returned to the brother who was still kneeling motionlessly.

"Anything else?"

Keeping a straight face for a moment, he shook his head: "No, brother only said these things."

"Close your eyes."

"Oh."

"Pfft—"

An Ice Cone pierced a transparent hole through his throat; the corpse collapsed limply to the side, and blood gushed from the hole, pooling on the floor.

Zhang Mu didn't dislike him.

He hadn't intended to kill him either, at first.

Now, the spooked Joey would not leave the city.

He, the only one who could take action within the city, could not kill him.

Mihe, whose strength was above his, could not use force within the city.

Zhang Mu had no choice but to hide in the shadows, find out what Joey was plotting, and make preparations to prevent the project from being interrupted.

Therefore, he had to ensure that the brother who had seen the "City Lord" would never reveal the secret that he had been there.

Although his relationship with Joey seemed not very good, or even extremely hostile, perhaps he would be happy to see his brother suffer a setback.

But the last thing Zhang Mu wanted to do was gamble.

Rather than gambling that the abused brother would most likely keep secrets for the enemy's enemy, it was better to cut off the possibility of his whereabouts being exposed at the root.

Without hypocritically mourning, Zhang Mu walked to the wall, activated the Shadow Technique, and waited quietly for Joey.

In the windowless stone room, there was only a chandelier hanging from the ceiling by iron chains, using a magic crystal as a light source.

Under the dim light, Zhang Mu could only rely on his mobile phone to determine how much time had passed.

Three days later.

A light gate appeared on the wall, and Joey walked out carrying a wooden lunch box.

Before he could call his brother to eat, the stench filling the air in the room drilled into his nostrils.

Stunned for a few seconds, he saw the corpse lying on the floor, already so decomposed that its features were unrecognizable.

"Brother!"

Screaming in shock, he did not notice that one second before the light gate dimmed and disappeared, an invisible figure entered the gate and left.