Chapter 209: Clearance Code, I Want to Report

Wang Cong naturally understood this principle, but strangely enough, although he had already steeled himself and was even willing to risk death, when it came to money, Wang Cong hesitated a little.

It was as if money was far more indispensable than life, completely defying the genetic instinct formed by living beings over hundreds of millions of years of evolution—how absurd!

Feng Mu saw Wang Cong's hesitation, but did not rush to urge him; instead, he asked lightly, "To make your performance look good, you probably have a rough idea of how much capital needs to be advanced, right?"

Wang Cong had a rough idea of how much the team could collect every week, and he calculated his savings and family assets over these years.

Probably emptying out his family assets, then getting some from his parents—barely enough to support him in brushing performance for one or two weeks.

Calculating like this, before the money was even spent, his breathing had already begun to ache faintly, and his heart was bleeding.

Wang Cong thought to himself: "Losing one's life equals death, but losing money equals a fate worse than death?"

"Are you having financial difficulties? I happen to have some, but unfortunately I've only been working for a short time and don't have much saved. However, I know a friend; I can introduce you to him to borrow some." Feng Mu said very understandingly.

Feng Mu could actually raise a sum of money from the Green Wolf Gang to fund Wang Cong, then strongly push him forward to harvest more of his gratitude.

But he would not do that; he had already pushed Wang Cong here, and the final step needed to be taken by Wang Cong himself.

He did not need Wang Cong's gratitude; he hoped the latter would actively keep adding sunk costs and then be deeply trapped in his plan, unable to extricate himself, until death.

Wang Cong gritted his teeth and made a painful yet excited decision: "Fine, let's do it. If the money isn't enough later, I'll go see your friend."

Feng Mu said gently: "No problem, I'll make sure he gives us the lowest interest rate at that time."

While speaking, Feng Mu told Wang Cong a string of phone numbers, and the latter hurriedly saved them into his phone.

Wang Cong had completely made up his mind, as if he had undergone a spiritual baptism and completed some kind of inner transformation. His eyes were filled with bloodshot veins, showing deep exhaustion, but also a hint of the scent of "blood."

Wang Cong's voice carried a hint of ruthlessness: "Feng Mu, I've put my life and property into this. In this 【Last Place Elimination System】 game, I will definitely win, right?"

Feng Mu narrowed his eyes into a slit and said lightly: "We now have an eighty percent chance of winning, but as long as we complete the final step, we can have a hundred percent chance—a guaranteed win."

Wang Cong's breathing became rapid, and he eagerly pursued: "Then what is the final step?"

Feng Mu answered irrelevantly: "Wang Cong, do you know what the key to ensuring victory in any match is?"

Wang Cong thought for a moment and said hesitantly: "Ensuring that you are stronger than everyone else?"

Feng Mu shook his head and uttered that earth-shattering aphorism: "It's bribing the referee!"

A gleam appeared in Wang Cong's eyes, and his whole person felt as if the Ren and Du meridians had been opened; suddenly he grasped the true 【Game Rules】.

He suddenly exclaimed as if struck by inspiration: "The referee of this match is the Prison Warden?!"

Feng Mu repeated forcefully: "That's right, the Prison Warden!"

Bang!

During the two men's conversation, the iron dining table shook, and Tian Tao, a burly and short man like a young bull, slammed the table with both hands, his face gloomy, staring at the two men with his round, bulging eyes.

Tian Tao's voice carried a hint of gloom: "What about the Prison Warden? Come, tell me."

Feng Mu pressed his lips tightly shut, merely glancing calmly at Tian Tao without speaking. He had long noticed Tian Tao quietly approaching.

Wang Cong's heart suddenly tightened. He had been concentrating on contemplating life, but Feng Mu's words were like a bolt of lightning, illuminating the mist in his heart.

He realized that what Feng Mu said applied not only to this competition in the prison, but was a truth running through the entire game of life.

"For my life to win, the most important thing is to find the referee of every stage, and with the referee..." Wang Cong felt he was about to grasp the cheat code for clearing life.

Then, his epiphany was interrupted by Tian Tao's voice cutting in, and the inspiration dissipated instantly.

That feeling was like when you're stroking it to the computer, at the very last critical moment, the door is pushed open by a strict father, and all your passion is swallowed back, and that feeling might never return.

Wang Cong suddenly looked up, his bloodshot eyes glaring angrily at the newcomer, with an uncontainable blood-red hue spreading in the depths of his pupils.

Tian Tao had never seen Wang Cong dare to stare back at him; the key was that the latter's eyeballs, as if suffering from "red eye disease," staring suddenly like that were really quite frightening.

Tian Tao was startled, and then flew into a rage, pressing his face close to Wang Cong's, speaking gloomily:

"You've grown a pair, daring to glare at me now. Do you think I can't be Captain anymore, is that it?"

Wang Cong's face turned the color of pig liver; he gritted his teeth, his body trembling slightly instinctively. The psychological shadows Tian Tao had given him in the past were truly too terrifying.

Tian Tao coldly laughed, roughly grabbed Wang Cong's collar with one hand, and asked fiercely: "Have you collected the money from those cells you're in charge of?"

Wang Cong nervously shook his head and stammered: "No, not yet."

Tian Tao opened his mouth, his foul breath spraying onto Wang Cong's face:

"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and go collect the money. I'm telling you, you'd better not have any funny ideas. If you can't collect the money this week and drag me down, you know the consequences."

Wang Cong was struck right where it hurt by Tian Tao; his face turned deathly pale, and he nodded hurriedly.

Tian Tao then cursed and released Wang Cong, ordering: "Go collect the money, then come to my office to report to me. Understood?"

After speaking, Tian Tao turned and glared at Feng Mu, who was sitting upright, his gaze as if looking at a dead man. Too lazy for nonsense, he said: "And you, same thing—you must collect enough money for me."

After venting his anger, the pressure of work was somewhat released, and Tian Tao left with a dark face.

Wang Cong and Feng Mu looked at each other and walked together toward the cell area.

In the corridor, Feng Mu as usual gently smoothed Wang Cong's collar and said unhurriedly: "Don't be afraid. These days of being bullied will pass soon, Captain Wang Cong."

Feng Mu deliberately emphasized the nasal sound on the two words "Captain."

"Mm." Wang Cong nodded heavily, then said: "You go to the cell area first. I'll go think of a way to find the Prison Warden."

Feng Mu showed concern and asked gently: "Do you need me to go with you?"

Wang Cong seemed inclined, but after hesitating for a moment, he slowly shook his head and smiled: "No need. Don't worry, I can handle it alone."

Feng Mu's pupils shrank slightly. He could probably guess what Wang Cong was worried about, and he found it amusing in his heart:

"Interesting. The growth speed of this pawn has slightly exceeded my expectations. Now he's already learned to protect his food. Heh—learning to protect his food is good enough."

Feng Mu's face remained unchanged as he encouraged: "Alright, then I'll go back first. Keep it up, Captain. I'm optimistic about you."

Wang Cong nodded with a complex expression, watched Feng Mu's departing back, then took a deep breath, calmed his heartbeat, walked through the corridor, passed through that Laser Corridor, knocked on the door, and entered the Warden's Office.

Qian Huan looked at Wang Cong doubtfully, and Wang Cong's file data flashed through his mind.

"Something the matter?" Qian Huan asked lightly.

"Yes, Warden. I am Wang Cong, a Prison Guard of Section A, Light Supervision District. I have something to report to you. I want to report..."

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