Chapter 206: The Mentor Guiding the Lost: Feng Mu

This "performance" had no rehearsal.

So, Wang Cong was hearing this soul-stirring theory of redemption for the first time.

At first, he felt a chill, cold sweat sliding down his spine, but then he was deeply attracted by Feng Mu's profound thoughts and was convinced.

The surrounding prisoners were initially alarmed, feeling a chill come over them, but soon they exchanged glances, recognition in their eyes, unable to deny the truth in Feng Mu's words.

Though those words sounded cold and ruthless, like an icy blade cutting skin, the compassion within them was sharp and piercing, revealing a wisdom that could save the majority.

Such remarks, in his previous life, might have sparked controversy, doubt, and criticism.

However, in this world where Shang Xia Cheng was divided into two and the 【All-Human Resource Control Cycle Policy】 was implemented, the concepts Feng Mu expressed had long since taken root in most people's thoughts.

And this ideology, growing and spreading on this land over 200 years, had become the standard and truth believed by the majority.

Sacrificing the minority for the benefit of the majority was not worth debating; what needed debating was who should become the sacrificed minority.

The prisoners collectively fell into contemplation, then looked at Feng Mu and asked: "Is it enough to endure a few times?"

Feng Mu said decisively: "Of course. If coercion brings no submission, if killing brings no money, naturally someone will report upward and call off this losing business."

The prisoners: "Who, who will report?"

Wang Cong, receiving Feng Mu's eye signal, slowly stepped forward, stood before Feng Mu, facing the prisoners directly, took a deep breath, and said: "I, I will report upward to terminate this unreasonable fee system."

The prisoners looked at each other in silence, but doubt was evident in their eyes.

That gaze seemed to express silently—You, an insignificant prison guard, a prison guard bullied by your colleagues, what right do you have to challenge the rules set by the prison upper echelons?

Wang Cong's eye twitched, anger rising in his heart. Being bullied and suppressed by colleagues was one thing, but now even some damn prisoners dared to look down on him?

Was his electric baton unable to smash their bones?

Wang Cong stared with bloodshot eyes, his voice hoarse: "That's right, it's me. I won't always be a prison guard. I'll climb up soon, climb to a high enough position, to talk with those above."

Feng Mu timely stood up to support Wang Cong: "Wang Cong has been collecting evidence materials on various unreasonable aspects of the prison. He has been suppressed and ostracized within the prison for this reason. Ultimately, his current situation is because he sympathizes with you; he is a good prison guard."

The prisoners were stunned, looking at Wang Cong half-believing, half-doubting, but their eyes unconsciously softened a bit.

Until now, Wang Cong had never realized that behind the suppression he suffered lay such noble motives, but at this moment he immediately understood Feng Mu's intention, involuntarily straightening his back and puffing out his chest.

Feng Mu continued to supplement: "Prison Guard Wang Cong indeed has the determination and ability to end the unreasonable fee system in the Second Prison. The only thing he lacks is the opportunity to talk with those above. Now, his opportunity has come."

The prisoners wanted to ask more, but Feng Mu's expression turned slightly cold: "Don't ask more. Just listen and obey. Endure for a period of time, and the remaining problems will naturally be solved."

The prisoners hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping.

Feng Mu was only gentle on the surface, but his tone was extremely stern: "Search the entire Second Prison. Apart from Prison Guard Wang Cong and me, there will be no third person who cares whether you live or die. So you must understand: if you want to save yourselves and live, you must cooperate and obey."

The prisoners finally dared not ask further. They looked at Wang Cong and could only grit their teeth and choose to believe first. After all, this was their only straw to save their lives.

"Then how long do we have to endure?" someone among the prisoners couldn't help but ask.

"Rest assured, it won't be too long."

Feng Mu gave no specific time, but with a firm tone, resounding and powerful, promised:

"Soon, you will witness the fastest promotion speed in the history of the Second Prison, soaring to the sky like a rocket. The entire system of the Second Prison will undergo earth-shaking changes because of him."

The prisoners understood Feng Mu's implication, and their gazes all focused on Wang Cong.

Wang Cong was inspired by Feng Mu's words, hot blood surging in his chest. His eyes flashed with a determined light as he swept over each prisoner one by one.

"Indeed, ambition can make a man forget fear for a moment and catalyze a man's rapid growth and transformation."

Feng Mu stood behind Wang Cong, looking at the latter's straight back, feeling very satisfied in his heart. He understood that the first phase of transforming and cultivating Wang Cong was basically complete.

Next, Wang Cong gradually entered the state and role. There was less fatigue and irritability on his face, and more excitement and gentleness.

Moreover, Wang Cong took over from Feng Mu, directing the prisoners to move corpses to the Incineration Warehouse for burning, and during this time, he would occasionally communicate with the prisoners.

Although he still couldn't be as gentle and natural as Feng Mu, in terms of approachability, he had already far surpassed all other prison guards in the Second Prison.

Inside the Incineration Warehouse, the prisoners picked up the corpses and threw them into the furnace, mechanically throwing them into the roaring furnace. As the Incinerator Door slowly closed, everything fell into silence.

At this moment, the cell leader moving the corpses suddenly asked in a low voice: "Prison Guard Feng, Prison Guard Wang, I have another question. If someone is afraid and still pays money to the prison guards, what should we do? How do we stop this situation?"

Wang Cong said nothing. He was also thinking about this question, but couldn't come up with an answer for the moment, so he looked to Feng Mu for help.

Unknowingly, Feng Mu had become Wang Cong's mainstay.

Feng Mu was silent for three seconds, then replied: "The first time can never be stopped. You can only stop the second time from happening."

The cell leader pursued: "How to stop the second time?"

A cell has 8 to 10 prisoners at the end of the month, but now the prisoners coming to move corpses, including the cell leader, were only four. These four were not randomly chosen by Feng Mu, but were deliberately picked by him. They were the few with the hardest bones, recorded in his little notebook and observed through words.

He was waiting for them to ask this question, and he had long since brewed the answer in his heart.

Feng Mu, like a life mentor guiding lost lambs, calmly answered their doubts:

"For a collective to survive in adversity, unity is indispensable. The more dangerous the adversity, the more closely united they must be. For behaviors that destroy unity, we must give equal punishment."

The cell leader and the prisoners fell into contemplation.

Next, Feng Mu lightly patted the cell leader's shoulder, his gaze sweeping over the other prisoners, his tone calm and firm:

"Remember, the first example is always the most powerful model. The power of a model is endless; it can inspire latercomers to face difficulties together."

The cell leader and several prisoners felt the scorching hot waves in the air, but only felt their blood, from head to toe, seemed to freeze in an instant.

They swallowed their saliva, looked at each other, and saw in each other's eyes their own frightened, stiff, yet sinister and pale faces.

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