Chapter 189: Is it that I'm overthinking, unlock

Prison turmoil was unfolding at a seemingly slow but actually violent pace.

It could no longer be called undercurrents; it was openly drawn swords and nocked bows, this accumulated conflict like a powder keg, all laid out on Feng Mu's dining table, waiting for him to strike the match and detonate them one by one.

But not today—killing a superior on the first day of imprisonment was too unlucky; if he scared the Prison Warden, it wouldn't be pretty, he had to give the Prison Warden some face.

The main reason was that killing a superior now would be clearing a pit for someone else; he had neither merit nor reason to take the fall.

Feng Mu was not that kind of mad fool villain who stirred up trouble only to make a wedding dress for others.

He needed to lie dormant, waiting for a perfectly timed opportunity.

Feng Mu estimated in his heart that this dormant period wouldn't be too long, because he could keenly feel that several of his direct superiors were all nursing ill intentions; they seemed even more impatient than him to force him to "ascend."

"Half a month? Ten days? Seven days?"

When he first reported for duty, from Zhou Hu getting in his face and being stripped of his Senior Brother position, Feng Mu had estimated in his heart that the enemy would launch a gank against him in about fifteen days.

Once he was assigned under Chang Wei, seeing the other man's face like he had lost a nephew and was mourning, Feng Mu felt this time should be shortened by half again.

And by evening, Tian Tao's arrogant face and his disgusting yet practical fatigue offensive made Feng Mu feel this time could be shortened by half once more.

And by this moment, when he saw Wang Cong's eyes filled with bloodshot veins, looking as if he were being driven to death alive, Feng Mu couldn't help but be shocked.

"The enemy's patience surely can't fail to last even seven days?"

Feng Mu felt both joy and worry in his heart; the joy was that ascending would come soon, and the next wave of inheritance rewards might already be lining up.

The worry was that he still hadn't found a gap to check the rewards of the current Bronze Treasure Chest, wouldn't he get rear-ended?

Besides...

"The time left for me to shape a warm, good prison guard image here is already not much." Feng Mu sighed deeply in his heart.

Feng Mu was not like Tian Tao, Chang Wei, Zhou Hu—those brain-dead villains who painted their villainous faces directly on their faces; he knew very well how to build himself a Good Person card.

Especially when stepping into a completely new environment with no foundation or background, shaping a good first impression was his most precious business card. Within this closed "system," such an image often brought him unexpected help at critical moments.

Crafting a perfect "Good Person card," shaping a deeply rooted first impression, was extremely likely to play a role of adding fuel to the fire in his career.

For example, when your superior dies unexpectedly!!

The mystery behind this can only be said: friends who have had a superior die can understand how deep the trickery here is; those who haven't, won't understand even if told.

The clock pointed to eight o'clock sharp, and the electric bell inside the prison pierced the silence.

The prison guards who had finished changing and were preparing to go on duty, carrying obvious morning grumpiness, rudely knocked on the cell doors one by one with electric batons, using stiff tones to urge the prisoners to wash up quickly, and after eating breakfast, line up to go to the workshop to tread sewing machines.

In this air filled with irritability and viciousness, only Feng Mu's movements seemed especially gentle.

He tapped on the door lightly and softly, as if injecting a breath of fresh air into this oppressive atmosphere.

"Let's go, we'll go wash our faces." Wang Cong said to Feng Mu while yawning.

Feng Mu nodded in agreement, and when he walked toward the restroom door, Wang Cong called him again: "You go first, I'll smoke a cigarette here. By the way, don't get the electric baton wet, take it off, I'll hold it for you."

Feng Mu smiled and handed the electric baton to Wang Cong, then walked into the restroom and washed his face with cold water twice.

After thinking for a moment, he pushed open a stall and squatted empty for a while.

When he came out, Wang Cong had just finished smoking two cigarettes; he threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out, then returned Feng Mu's electric baton to him, while also taking off his own electric baton and handing it over together.

Wang Cong walked into the restroom, rubbing his cheeks fiercely with cold water facing the mirror, but through the reflection of the mirror, his peripheral vision captured Feng Mu standing at the door, the latter's side profile still wearing a gentle smile.

Feng Mu was retying one electric baton around his waist, while his other hand gently held another electric baton.

Wang Cong quickly walked out of the restroom, casually wiped his hands dry on his clothes, then took his own electric baton, and showed Feng Mu a somewhat forced smile: "Let's go, eat first."

Feng Mu gently shook his head: "You go, I'm a bit picky, Senior Brother Bashan will bring me food later."

"Oh." Wang Cong didn't think much of it, then strode away quickly.

Feng Mu watched his departing back, a gentle smile always on his face.

He lowered his head, black blood lines coiling in his pupils, switching into the form of 【Blood Bar Ghost Eye】.

【An ordinary electric baton (10/10)】

At the same time, four overlapping blood bars above Feng Mu's head appeared simultaneously.

Feng Mu lightly weighed the electric baton in his hand, carefully pushed the voltage switch, played with it for a while, then turned it off again.

"No problem, am I being too suspicious?"

Feng Mu narrowed his eyes, didn't think more, but quickly walked toward the gate of A District; he was going to receive his food.

At the gate, Li Bashan stood straight; no matter how the prison guards of Area A persuaded him, he was unwilling to hand over the insulated bucket to them, insisting on personally handing the food to his little junior brother.

It wasn't that Li Bashan suspected the prison guards of Area A would poison the food; he simply and naively felt that for something like food, if it was passed through even one person in the middle, it might all be gone.

A trace of coldness hung on Tian Tao's face, his tone carrying mockery and undisguised contempt: "What, the prison food doesn't suit your taste? Eating also requires special treatment?"

Feng Mu smiled slightly and explained in a calm tone: "Sorry, I used to have severe Qi and Blood Deficiency; this is medicinal food specially prepared for me by my Master-Apprentice, containing some herbs for nourishing the body."

Feng Mu did not lie; he indeed had experienced Qi and Blood Deficiency, and had been completely emptied twice.

Feng Mu took the insulated bucket, explained very harmoniously to the prison guards around him, then turned to look at Tian Tao, his gaze firm and serious:

"Captain, I want to remind you, the 'Prison Guard Regulations Handbook' seems not to stipulate that we must eat in the cafeteria."

Tian Tao gave a cold snort; from the first day he entered prison, he had never flipped through that 'Prison Guard Regulations Handbook.'

In his view, which normal prison guard would read that kind of thing; surely he had a brain problem.

Tian Tao turned around and left, not wanting to argue with a dead man; mainly, Li Bashan was too tall, standing beside him, he always felt uncomfortable all over.

"Strange, two years ago I specially went to the prison archives to check Li Bashan's new employee records; the file clearly wrote that his Martial Dao Grade was just entering Grade 4. Although this level was already not inferior to the Zone Chief, I always feel that standing in front of Li Bashan is much more oppressive than standing in front of the Zone Chief?"

"Is it because he is too tall, so visually it enhances the sense of oppression?"

Tian Tao lowered his head to size up his increasingly short and sturdy body, muttering resentfully in his heart: "Curse it, these tall guys are just easy to give people a deceptive impression?"

Feng Mu carried two insulated buckets back to the duty room; Wang Cong had gone to the cafeteria to eat and hadn't returned yet.

Feng Mu put one insulated bucket into the wardrobe, unscrewed the lid of the other insulated bucket, and quickly began wolfing down rice; at the same time, taking advantage of the gap while wolfing down rice, his gaze gradually lost focus, as if something invisible in the void had hooked away his heart and mind.

【【Your Inheritance Degree breaks through 10%, you unlocked the Bronze Treasure Chest!】

【You have obtained the following rewards:

1, you obtained Special Skill Point *1.

2, you obtained Gene Injection D-Grade *1

3, you unlocked an Equipment Grid, you obtained a C-Grade Lottery Ticket.

.....】

Feng Mu's line of sight merely swept over the rewards in the first three lines, then swiftly locked onto the last line, a flash of surprise lighting his eyes:

【4, you obtained 27% equity in Qingteng Technology Co. Ltd., and simultaneously gained full ownership of a research institute under its banner. This institute has gathered a group of Fate Researchers, and a secret experiment they are conducting has already achieved epoch-making results. Now, all of this awaits your personal acceptance!】

(End of Chapter)