Insights Chapter 59: Boss Mu 

Chapter 59: Boss Mu 

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Karai

Gu Yanchen made an emergency call in a hurry, reporting an address. He called for support, and others also rushed to the scene.

Later, Gu Yanchen went to the bathroom and brought back a towel, intending to help stop the bleeding. His shoulders were strong, his embrace warm, allowing him to lean against his chest, yet he didn’t know where to start, afraid of causing him more pain.

His actions were gentle, contrasting sharply with the previous thugs.

“I’m sorry… I’m late, I’m sorry…” Gu Yanchen hugged him tightly, repeatedly apologizing in his ear, his voice filled with endless remorse. “Who did this?”

“It’s…” He opened his eyes, struggling to breathe, trying to say something, trying to remember in his mind, wanting to mention the code names Boss Mu and Hound, wanting to describe the appearance of those people.

Then his eyes dimmed. He realized he couldn’t tell Gu Yanchen, at least not now. Those crazed thugs might kill anyone who knew these secrets. They thought he was dead, so they left carelessly. He couldn’t afford to die and bring danger to others. He wanted to say something else, but he felt a surge of blood rising in his body, turned his head, closed his eyelids, his throat choked, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Lin Luo!” He heard Gu Yanchen’s cry, in his impression, that calm man had never seemed so distraught.

He struggled to regain some consciousness, grabbed Gu Yanchen’s hand, the pain flooding him like a tide, even his mind wasn’t clear. His body trembled, shivered, murmured, “Gu Yanchen, it hurts…”

It seemed like his last bit of strength was drained away, and he felt only coldness.

Gu Yanchen held him tighter, “Lin Luo, hang in there!”

He knew in his heart that he might not make it. He looked at Gu Yanchen, for a moment it seemed like he had a thousand words to say, but he didn’t know where to start. Should he say he kind of liked him, or lamented meeting too late? Or should he say something about the next life? He felt all those words were too sentimental.

In the end, he opened his mouth and said, “Gu Yanchen, you have to be well.”

Even if your world loses Lin Xianglan, loses Lin Luo, you have to be well. Live well, live a good life. After saying this, he closed his eyes wearily. 

In the haze of consciousness, he heard someone outside screaming in horror, “Someone jumped off the building!”

He seemed to understand what the so-called another thing to handle meant. This was destined to be a night full of blood and terror. He felt himself being lifted by Gu Yanchen, but his hands were too weak to hold on, and his head tilted back uncontrollably. The surroundings seemed noisy, there were many people, he couldn’t hear clearly, couldn’t even open his eyes. It felt like falling into an abyss, and yet his consciousness felt like a kite, gradually drifting away.

Gu Yanchen seemed to be crying, or else how would there be a faint cool liquid falling on his skin? That was his last memory before falling into darkness. Since that night, he had fallen into a long coma, until the end…

Lin Luo no longer existed, now only Shen Junci was alive. He had also inquired about the situation that night, and it was Zhou Chen who had jumped off the building and died. A perfect scapegoat.

His classmates scattered, and only the monitor who knew a bit of truth quickly went abroad to study, then died in a foreign robbery. As Shen Junci, he knew the truth but couldn’t speak. Without evidence, this story was like a fantasy, baseless accusation that no one would believe, and it might even alert those people, bringing new dangers. Without finding the mastermind, he was not safe for a day, and those hidden things could not be brought out.

Now, he has finally returned to Penang. If it took a blaze to burn away those sins, he was willing to offer himself as a sacrifice. One day, he would find out everything, and send those people to hell.

Shen Junci looked at the man lying on the dissecting table. That’s the real culprit who harmed him five years ago — Hound. He’s still alive, while the enemy is already dead. Now the man has turned into a corpse, lying on the cold dissecting table, being dissected by him, the temperature of the corpse gradually decreasing.

Shen Junci’s movements were swift and precise, separating the organs and weighing them, “A bullet pierced through the left scapula…A vein in the right abdomen was cut…A bullet penetrated through the occipital bone…There’s an old wound on the chest…”

Over the years, he had become a skilled medical examiner, but tonight, smelling the blood, Shen Junci felt nauseous. Beneath his calm exterior, his heart rate was accelerating. The male corpse had many scars, fingerprints had been washed away, and there were some thin calluses on the fingers left by guns and knives.

Probably due to last night’s hangover, coupled with long hours without rest, and getting soaked in the rain, by the end of the autopsy, Shen Junci’s ears began to ring, and there was a dull ache in his chest and abdomen. He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the nauseating feeling. He thought he would be relieved to dissect his enemy after so many years, but after the memories were awakened, it felt like he was enduring torture.

After completing the head autopsy, Shen Junci said to Qi Yi’an, “You stitch it up.”

Qi Yi’an could see he was barely holding on, “Teacher, don’t worry, I’ll sew it up and send it for storage. You should go back first.”

Sweat covered Shen Junci’s forehead. He couldn’t stand the smell of blood in the autopsy room for a moment longer, struggling not to vomit.

As soon as he stepped out of the autopsy room, he took off his gloves and mask, breathing heavily, trying to suppress the discomfort. His hands were trembling, and it took several attempts to untie the straps and take off the protective gear. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and he took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket, swallowing the pills without water.

The corridor was brightly lit with pure white light, somewhat dazzling. When he closed his eyes, the image of the corpse with a red birthmark on its face still lingered in his mind. He began to feel waves of twisting pain in his body again, his breath carried a hint of blood, and he couldn’t distinguish whether the pain came from his wounds or his memories.

Shen Junci wanted to walk to his office, but the short corridor now seemed elongated. He vaguely saw someone walking towards him from the other end of the corridor, but his vision was blurred. As Shen Junci tried to take a step forward, his vision gradually darkened around him, and the world seemed to spin. He used one hand to support himself against the wall, and just as he was about to fall, he heard Gu Yanchen’s voice, “Doctor Shen…”

Dawn, Penang Airport. A middle-aged man briskly walked out of the airport terminal. His surname was Mu, and his full name was Mu Yuwei. Blending into the crowd, he looked like a mature business elite. In fact, he was indeed very successful, despite being middle-aged, he managed two companies, both in the cleaning business.

The first cleaning company was overt, providing domestic and maid services to wealthy businessmen and celebrities. The company procured a batch of high-precision equipment, and he employed hundreds of cleaners. Cleaning tasks for major shopping malls, office buildings, even airports, train stations, and some government agencies were all contracted to this company.

The company had a visible boss, interfaces, and staff. Mu Yuwei only operated outside as a shareholder of the cleaning company. The other cleaning company, however, operates in the shadows, dealing in murder and cleaning up crime scenes. Few people know that both of these companies are secretly controlled by Mu Yuwei. Airport staff bowed in welcome when they saw him.

Mu Yuwei also smiled and nodded at them. He spent most of his time smiling. This habit originated in his childhood. His father was a murderer, and his mother abandoned him due to drug addiction. He grew up in an orphanage. He found that as long as he smiled, he could gain others’ trust and avoid many punishments. Mu Yuwei didn’t read many books, but he was very intelligent. Growing up in an orphanage, he matured earlier than most children. He had also been bullied by others.

Gradually, he discovered that to make others obedient, he had to exploit their weaknesses. These weaknesses could be categorized into three types. He summarized all of this into three words: desire, fear, love. Desire, as the name suggests, refers to what a person wants, whether it’s money, houses, beautiful people, or delicious food, it can all be turned into temptation.

Fear is what makes people afraid, such as death, pain, hunger, cold, poverty. Love is everything that people cherish, such as unrequited love, family affection. People or things that are valued, the moonlight in the heart, parents far away at home, pets that have been companions for years. To manipulate a person, one must tempt them with what they desire, torture them with what they fear, and bind them with what they love.

Once you’ve figured this out, that person will become your slave, to be used by you. Mu Yuwei used these tricks to recruit a group of subordinates. He knew that his subordinates admired him, feared him, and hated him. But they couldn’t get rid of him. He was just a manipulative, murderous person, dirty inside and out.

Six years ago, when Xu Chenghuang was taken down, surface-level violence was no longer effective. This was Mu Yuwei’s opportunity. His cleaning company replaced the butcher’s slaughterhouse and began to serve the wealthy and powerful, gradually becoming the most sought-after company for underground business in Penang.

Exiting the airport. Mu Yuwei got into a car and sat in the front passenger seat. A young woman was already sitting in the back, placing her computer on her lap. She respectfully called out to him, “Father.”

She wasn’t Mu Yuwei’s flesh and blood, just a child raised by him. All those children referred to Mu Yuwei as their father.

“The accounts overseas were handled very smoothly this time.” Mu Yuwei’s face bore a smile. “Yazheng, did anything happen while I was away?”

The woman called Yazheng replied, “There was a mistake with a business deal with the Trading Association. Hound was killed, and our people fell into the hands of the police.”

Mu Yuwei heard this news as soon as he got off the plane. He remembered it was just a simple deal, and he had seen the plan. He didn’t think there would be any problems with it at the time.

The smile on Mu Yuwei’s face froze, and he frowned. “What happened? Why did things go wrong? Who was sent this time? Didn’t I put Qing Shui in charge of the company?”

Yazheng lowered her head, stuttering, “H-He entered that room.”

Mu Yuwei suddenly realized that a link was missing from his cage. Without restraint, an uncontrollable pawn had left his control. Things were bad.