Time passed in a flash.
In the blink of an eye, it was Friday of the next week.
Feng Mu continued his nine-to-seven routine, peacefully playing the role of a crematorium worker, clocking in at the incineration plant with a regular schedule.
This week was unusually calm, with no surveillance, no stalking, no murders, and no incidents.
The abrupt shift from the intense intrigue to the simple daily life of an ordinary person gave Feng Mu a long pause and a week of rest, making him somewhat unaccustomed to it.
This was the secure, low-key life of development he had always wished for, but now, he actually found it a bit boring. The restlessness deep inside seemed to constantly urge him to stir things up.
This is a change in mindset.
He understood that he could never return to the past. Compared to a peaceful and ordinary life, he now yearned more for the days of licking blood off the blade.
