Chapter 188: The Price of Fate, Angel or Satan?

The surveillance camera on the corridor impartially captured this scene.

Tian Tao, hiding behind the camera watching, had all his drowsiness dispelled; he laughed heartily at Feng Mu's astonishing words, and the other prison guards in the monitoring room also laughed until they could barely close their mouths.

"I originally thought Li Bashan was just a reckless man with muscles for brains, but I didn't expect this new prison guard to have porridge in his head either."

"They are indeed senior brothers from the same sect. What was their sect called again? I passed by Martial Hall Street once, oh, I remember now, it's called Douqiong Martial Hall, at the very end of the street, decorated in a tasteless way, looking like the most down-and-out martial arts hall on that street."

"Probably Li Bashan eats too much and ate the martial hall bankrupt..."

"Alas, how pitiful this hall master is, what kind of disciples has he taken, one after another with abnormal brains, are there all lunatics or fools in this martial arts hall?"

"Don't insult lunatics or fools, lunatics and fools wouldn't dream of becoming prison warden, ahahaha—"

Wanton laughter echoed in the monitoring room, as if it would lift the roof off.

In the corridor, the conversation continued.

Wang Cong gently rubbed his sore, swollen eyes, asking with heavy fatigue and confusion:

"Feng Mu, don't you feel angry? If it weren't for these prisoners not behaving at night, we wouldn't be so tired on night shift."

Hearing this, Feng Mu's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise; he looked seriously at Wang Cong, as a true friend, he knew he had the responsibility to correct Wang Cong's wrong thoughts.

The smile on his face faded, and he said sternly: "Your thinking is wrong. What keeps us from sleeping is not these prisoners, but the people who arranged our night shift. So we shouldn't bring this kind of emotion to work, nor should we transfer this anger onto others."

Wang Cong widened his eyes; he wasn't unable to understand this principle, he just subconsciously overlooked the cause and effect.

Unexpectedly, Feng Mu's words hit the nail on the head; Wang Cong's heart shrank violently, and he nervously glanced at the faintly flickering red light surveillance probe on the corridor, a chill involuntarily rising in his heart.

He urgently grabbed Feng Mu's arm, and in his panic, the doubts and unease in his heart surged out like a tide: "Feng Mu, did you anger our district chief? Don't you feel any fear at all?"

Feng Mu did not rush to answer Wang Cong's confusion, but with his usual calm asked back: "Why should I feel afraid?"

Wang Cong's voice became lower, almost a whisper: "Like me, being ostracized, being suppressed, doing heavy rough work in the prison, every day like struggling in a nightmare, aren't you afraid you'll end up with the same fate as me?"

Feng Mu stopped his steps, staring tightly at Wang Cong, as if wanting to see into the depths of his heart.

His voice was low and firm: "Whether it's you or me, neither of us has made a mistake; we have no reason to be bullied, and no reason to feel afraid. Those who should truly feel afraid are the people who bully others."

Wang Cong stood frozen, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes: "Ah?"

Feng Mu gently straightened the wrinkles on Wang Cong's collar; his voice was gentle and powerful, as if it could soothe the deepest ripples of the heart:

"I don't know why you are isolated and bullied by them, but I guess it's because you have qualities different from theirs, making you a thorn in their side and a thorn in their flesh. So, have you ever thought that your very existence challenges them, and the more they join forces to bully you, the more it proves they harbor fear of you deep inside?"

Wang Cong's gaze was still confused; he seemed not to fully understand Feng Mu's words, but deep in his heart there was a desire, a desire for Feng Mu to say more.

Whether it was deception or encouragement, Wang Cong had been bullied for too long; he urgently needed a bit of spiritual comfort and recognition, even if it was just insignificant warmth.

Feng Mu did not avoid the camera's surveillance; his words were full of seriousness and firmness:

"Those who bully the weak, no matter how strong they appear on the outside, their hearts are always just cowards, dwarfs of the soul. And those who are isolated and bullied are not necessarily truly weak. Perhaps, all it takes is a suitable opportunity, and deep in the hearts of those injured souls, a tenacious, towering giant will be born."

Wang Cong breathed rapidly, his bloodshot eyes trembling violently.

Feng Mu did not expect a few words to inspire Wang Cong's courage to resist; that was unrealistic, after all, Dark Glory was not filmed in a day.

As he himself said, Wang Cong still needed an opportunity, but having an opportunity was not enough; a seed also needed to be planted in his heart in advance.

Feng Mu said faintly: "Wang Cong, do you think you are a dwarf?"

Wang Cong's lips trembled slightly; he tried to speak several times, but the words were swallowed back hard at the edge of his mouth.

Reason and fear were like two invisible chains, tightly binding him. His gaze was complex and deep; he could only stare fixedly at Feng Mu, saying nothing.

Feng Mu knew the timing for today was about right; he smiled: "The bloodshot in your eyes is too scary; go sleep for a while. It's almost dawn; I can handle the remaining time alone."

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Cong finally nodded slowly, dragging his exhausted body back to the dormitory.

As soon as his body touched the bed, he involuntarily fell down and pulled the quilt over his head.

Although his body was exhausted to the extreme, his brain was abnormally excited; lying in bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

"Am I a dwarf?" This question echoed repeatedly in his heart. "Giant? Hah—, there is no giant in my heart, only a dwarf stuck deep in a mud pit. Hah—hah—hah—, I am that dwarf; I just want to climb out of this mud pit as soon as possible..."

Wang Cong buried his head deep in the quilt, his face turning red from holding his breath; he tried to roar wantonly, but in the end dared not let the sound pass through the quilt's cover.

At this time, Feng Mu did not know that Wang Cong approaching him was a script arranged by Chang Wei. He was not an omniscient and omnipotent God; even if he knew all this, perhaps he would not take it to heart.

Because all this was not important; what was important was that everyone's fate had already been priced in the dark. And at the moment when God finally dropped the auction hammer, it must be that Satan offered the most fair price.

As for who is Satan in this prison, it depends on who is the most angel-like one.

Bang—

The dormitory door was slammed open; Captain Tian Tao, stout as a young bull, walked in with a gloomy face. He quickly walked to the bedside, rudely lifted the quilt, as if wanting to capture a frightened little chick, and grabbed Wang Cong's collar with one hand.

Wang Cong was frightened by this sudden attack and hurriedly sat up, his face pale as paper, his heart thumping wildly, as if it would jump out of his throat.

"Am I a dwarf? Hah, tell me, am I really a dwarf?" Tian Tao's eyes widened, roaring as if he wanted to eat someone.

Wang Cong's throat was tightly strangled, pain making it almost impossible to breathe; he struggled and stammered with effort: "No, no, no, Captain, you are not a dwarf."

Tian Tao slightly loosened his hand, looking down from above at Wang Cong shrinking on the bed, like a giant looking down at a dwarf.

His voice was still fierce, with a hint of hideousness: "Then you say, who is the dwarf?"

Wang Cong gritted his teeth, enduring the pain in his throat, and answered with difficulty: "I, it's me, I am the dwarf."

Tian Tao's expression eased slightly; he grinned, his foul breath spraying onto Wang Cong's face:

"Remember, you are just a dwarf; don't have extra thoughts. You cannot become a giant, but you can grow taller. Do you know how to grow taller?"

Wang Cong's mind flashed with the content of Chang Wei's talk with him; he lowered his voice and answered: "By stepping on the corpses of other dwarfs, I can be propped up."

Tian Tao laughed out loud, as if he had heard the most satisfying answer: "Good that you understand. Remember, I will watch Feng Mu, and I will also watch you. Now, get up immediately and go to the night shift."

Tian Tao continued cursing: "Damn it, Feng Mu told you to come back and rest, so you came back? Did you get my consent? Do you listen to him or to me?"

Wang Cong hurriedly got out of bed, put on his shoes haphazardly, and rushed out of the dormitory as if fleeing.

Feng Mu saw Wang Cong running to his side panting; he frowned slightly, as if he read something from Wang Cong's panic.

But he did not ask more; he just silently extended his hand and gently smoothed out the wrinkles on the latter's collar again.

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