Chapter 215

April 25th.

【——Today is auspicious for promotion, making friends, cremation, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda.

——Today is inauspicious for petty people, hospitalization, moving a grave.

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Feng Mu lowered his head, glanced at the spam text in his phone, and put the phone away thoughtfully.

His fingers flipped lightly, and several playing cards were pinched between his fingers: the Four of Spades, Four of Hearts, Eight of Hearts, Seven of Diamonds, Four of Clubs, Queen of Hearts.

"The flush is still quite far off, but the bomb is only missing a Four of Diamonds."

Feng Mu's fingers flipped again, and those playing cards vanished like phantoms in a flash.

Wang Cong sat to the side, his pupils shrinking slightly; he completely failed to see how Feng Mu made the playing cards appear and disappear.

But he only thought it was some kind of magic trick, didn't think further, and had absolutely no inclination to think further.

Feng Mu looked at Wang Cong and said in a gentle voice: "You look like you have heavy matters on your mind; did something happen at home? Do you need my help?"

Wang Cong's eyes dimmed; he shook his head, trying hard to make his smile look more natural:

"No, it's just that today is Monday and we have to hand in money upstairs; I'm a bit worried, afraid an accident might happen in the middle."

Feng Mu smiled faintly, a faint red thread flickering in the depths of his eyes, and said meaningfully:

"No need to worry; since we have already done our utmost, done everything we could, the remaining result should be left to Fate to decide."

Sudden screams, one, another, and another, rang out from cell after cell, like an activation signal, intertwining and continuously tearing apart the morning's tranquility.

5 minutes later.

Wang Cong stared with a stiff expression at corpse after corpse being carried out; he looked at those corpses, each with one or several toothbrushes and holes driven into them until flesh and blood were a blur.

Wang Cong suddenly realized something; his eyes widened, he turned to Feng Mu, voice low and tense:

"These dead... could it be, could it be the power of the example you spoke of?"

Feng Mu's face was calm and unwavering; his voice gentle yet firm:

"Look, the prisoners have cast a wise vote with their deaths; they collectively chose to stand on our side; the scales of victory are inevitably tipping toward you, Captain."

Wang Cong's eyes flickered violently; the development of events was exactly as Feng Mu had predicted; his heart was filled with excitement, yet an uncontrollable chill also arose.

He rubbed his red eye sockets hard, raised his head and said to Feng Mu: "The Captain is coming to scold people; I'll hold the fort here, you go pick up the food first."

Feng Mu's gaze swept lightly and he caught sight of Tian Tao's figure striding up angrily from the stairs above.

He nodded slightly, turned and walked toward the duty room, and soon came back down the stairs at the other end carrying two empty insulated buckets.

Wang Cong's gaze followed Feng Mu's retreating figure; his line of sight paused for a second on the insulated buckets in Feng Mu's hands.

"What's going on? How did so many prisoners die in one morning? With such a huge mess, were your eyes leaking air during night shift last night?"

Tian Tao roared in his face, spittle spraying Wang Cong's face.

Wang Cong hung his head, looking at Tian Tao who only reached his chin, his voice without trembling but hoarse as he explained:

"What does it matter? People die anyway; besides, these dead prisoners all paid up yesterday; them dying saves the prison a week's room and board money."

Tian Tao's tone choked; he looked up at Wang Cong's incomparably wooden expression, and his tone involuntarily softened:

"What you say has merit, but the oil on them hasn't been squeezed dry yet; who's going to compensate me for this loss?"

Wang Cong's tone was without much ripple; ever since receiving the hospital's call last night, he felt that the money he used to cherish most had lost its meaning.

He replied: "The portion they lack, I will collect and hand over for the Captain."

"Just you? Aren't you forgetting? You used to be the one dragging the team down the most."

Tian Tao seemed to have heard the funniest joke, sneered, but thinking of Wang Cong's importance today, he suppressed his emotions and didn't mock further, instead asking quietly: "Where's Feng Mu?"

Wang Cong knew what Tian Tao wanted to ask; he said in a deep voice: "Went to pick up his food."

Tian Tao then asked no more, admonishing: "At the critical moment, you must absolutely not think of backing out or having second thoughts."

Wang Cong nodded with a wooden face, turned into the restroom in the corridor, washed his face with cold water facing the mirror, and meticulously smoothed out his wrinkled collar.

Although he had actually only been in contact with Feng Mu for less than a few days, Wang Cong truly felt he had benefited greatly from Feng Mu.

Part of these benefits came from verbal teaching, which taught him how to use another perspective to understand this world's rules and gameplay.

Another part came from personal example, which taught him that no matter what he does, his attire must be proper; especially before preparing to commit bestial acts, he must groom himself to be immaculately dressed.

"Feng Mu ah, it was your verbal teaching and personal example that taught and changed me; this influence will likely accompany my Fate for the rest of my life; if possible, I really want to be good friends with you for a lifetime, want to keep following you and learning, and also very much want to keep my promise and bring you up with me."

Wang Cong looked at the cleanly washed face in the mirror, at those terrifying red eyes, stuck two index fingers into the corners of his mouth, one left one right, and pulled hard to the sides into an exaggerated arc; the smile was exceptionally fervent and terrifying,

"But I have no choice, I don't want to either; who told him to want you dead? After all, you taught me to always stand on the Referee's side; so you should be able to understand me, won't blame me, right?!!"

Wang Cong let out a strange laugh like sobbing from his throat, then used the wet saliva to slick his soft hair back into a neat slicked-back style.

At the same time.

Tian Tao stopped at the gate of Cell 211.

He reached into his pocket and took out a small white bag containing several white capsules; he tossed it casually, drawing a parabolic arc from above the window, landing in Chen Ya's palm.

"One per person, enough to let you restore your Qi and Blood to normal levels within the next 24 hours." Tian Tao said indifferently.

These pills were manufactured by Shengguang Pharmaceutical; they can quickly neutralize the toxins precipitated in the food fed to prisoners daily; of course, they cannot completely detoxify.

Complete detoxification requires at least a full course of treatment taken consecutively.

And this meticulously designed diet combined with the special capsules is an exclusive package customized by Tian Guang Capital from Hongguang Pharmaceutical, tailored specifically for the prisoners of the Second Prison District, aiming to improve and weaken the prisoners' aggressiveness as much as possible, making them physiologically inclined toward goodness.

Chen Ya took out a capsule and pretended to swallow it; the rest he distributed to the inmates.

The inmates swallowed the capsules and soon felt their bodies recover full, abundant strength; the submissive, compliant expressions on their faces visibly faded.

Tian Tao glanced contemptuously at the prisoners inside, thinking with utter disdain: "A pack of wolves already leashed; even if the collar comes off, they're still dogs, can't turn back into wolves."

"You'd best not screw this up, or else..." Tian Tao snorted, rubbed the electric baton's power switch, and slowly walked away.

Chen Ya lightly wiped his mouth corner, spat the capsule out and hid it back in his sleeve; he didn't need this stuff; the toxins in the prison's customized diet had no effect on him.

As Fate's A Ji Xiao Dui, from the moment they "left the factory," their internal organs had all undergone hidden reconstruction; ordinary toxins had no effect on them whatsoever.

Chen Ya turned to look at the prisoners inside the room, some excited and some nervous, exercising his duties as cell head, and spoke to comfort them: "I hope everyone conserves their energy and brings out their greatest strength later, then life and death are up to fate."

At the same time.

Feng Mu passed through the gate of A District, took the new insulated bucket handed over by Senior Brother Li Bashan, slowly turned around and walked back to the stairs, entered the duty room, and a secret arc curled at the corner of his mouth:

"I smell the restlessness in the air; it's finally coming, huh—"

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