Chapter 217

Feng Mu nodded, not offering any explanation: "Yes."

Tian Tao's anger seemed to be stoked even hotter by this sentence; he laughed in his extreme rage, his voice carrying a hint of ferocity:

"Haven't I warned you that you must collect every single cent, and not drag down the entire Raid?"

Feng Mu's expression remained calm and unruffled; he nodded once more: "Yes."

Tian Tao's brows knitted tightly, blue veins bulging on his forehead; he suddenly reached out, violently grabbing Feng Mu's collar and yanking hard.

A harsh tearing sound rang out; a corner of Feng Mu's collar was brutally ripped off, yet his body stood unmoving like a nail driven into the floor, not shifting an inch.

Tian Tao's movement abruptly halted; his face turned livid; after taking a deep breath, his voice turned cold and sinister:

"Feng Mu, do you think that because you don't take money from prisoners, they'll be grateful to you?"

Tian Tao didn't wait for Feng Mu to answer, sneering:

"They won't. These stray dogs won't be grateful to you; they'll only smell the disgusting stench of weakness on you, then all pounce together and gnaw your bones to pieces."

Feng Mu's expression remained calm, and he answered with genuine sincerity: "I know, so I've never expected them to truly be grateful to me!"

Tian Tao spoke no further; he coldly pointed at the Gate, his voice chilling to the marrow: "I'll wait for that day, wait to see you torn apart by them until not even bone fragments remain; I hope by then you won't feel regret."

Feng Mu walked calmly toward the Gate, walking slowly outward, his bearing composed and elegant, even politely remembering to gently pull the door shut behind him.

Although the Captain's attitude was extremely crude, Feng Mu's attitude remained consistently gentle; on the matter of treating people with courtesy, he had nearly achieved the utmost.

As the door crack slowly closed, Feng Mu's and Tian Tao's gazes met in midair for an instant.

Tian Tao looked at Feng Mu as if looking at a dead man, casually tossing the torn cloth strip in his hand into the Trash Can, mocking in his heart: "A guy both naive and stupid; I'll wait to collect your corpse."

Feng Mu's expression remained gentle, but the bottom of his eyes hid eerie blood threads, faintly visible, as if he had already foreseen in advance the Blood Bar atop Tian Tao's head silently melting into a dull gray.

When Feng Mu returned to the Duty Room, there was no one inside.

He walked to the storage locker, gently opened the cabinet door, casually took out the Insulated Bucket placed on the outside, gently set it on the table, then unscrewed the lid.

Feng Mu's pupils shrank slightly; a line of shocking characters reflected in his eyelids — "Second addition spoiled food (17/20)".

His face didn't reveal much surprise; he merely let out a light sigh, took out a special plastic bag from his clothing Pocket.

The plastic bag was a special bag from "Hong Ya's Workshop", with very good airtightness, originally used to hold some broken severed limbs; Feng Mu using it now to hold leftover rice counted as using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

He carefully packed the leftover rice into the bag, tied the bag mouth tight, then gently tossed it into the Food Basin under the bed, and kicked it with one foot to the deepest part of the Wall Corner.

Feng Mu stood up, carrying the Insulated Bucket out the door, turned into the Cafeteria, put the Insulated Bucket together with a pile of food basins and meal trays; after a while, specialized prisoners would come collect them and take them away to wash clean.

Prisoners are good in this respect: as long as you're willing to give them an Opportunity to work, they can do everything well.

Although Feng Mu looked down on the Second Prison's utilization efficiency regarding prisoners, feeling these methods were all too primitive and crude, he still very much appreciated the Second Prison's meticulous utilization rate of prisoners in daily life.

Washing clothes, making clothes, making furniture, washing dishes, washing vegetables, mopping floors, scrubbing Toilets, and so on and so forth.

It can be said that any random prisoner released from the Second Prison would absolutely be hardworking and a multi-skilled composite talent.

Especially for laborers in the cleaning and housekeeping Market, they could deal a devastating blow, able to drive the entire market's going rate down to the Floor.

While eating, Wang Cong's gaze drifted toward the Gate from time to time, as if waiting for something.

When Feng Mu's figure carrying the Insulated Bucket appeared in his Line of Sight, he walked over without changing expression, casually tossing the rice box in his hand into the washing sink.

"Finished eating?" Wang Cong asked casually, his tone carrying a hint of relaxation.

Feng Mu responded equally casually: "Mm, finished."

Wang Cong nodded, walking toward the Gate while saying:

"Finally waited until Monday; tonight I don't have to pull Night Shift anymore, can go Home and sleep properly. What about you, can you still hold on?"

Feng Mu lightly moved his shoulders, massaging his stiff cheeks, showing an expression exhausted yet determined:

"No problem, I can still hold on. I'm especially good at staying up late."

Wang Cong looked at Feng Mu's forced-bearing appearance, couldn't help but sigh:

"Who's really good at staying up late? Even an iron man would be exhausted after staying up a few nights, let alone you who aren't made of iron."

Feng Mu very cooperatively lightly rubbed both temples; how would Wang Cong know that if Feng Mu's skull wasn't severely exceeding iron content standards, then the strength on his fingers that he could sometimes control and sometimes couldn't would have long since pressed his temples in flat.

Feng Mu met Wang Cong's concerned gaze, lowered his voice mysteriously: "Captain Wang Cong, I'll tell you a Secret: I really am made of iron."

Wang Cong's heart gave a start; his ears had originally pricked up quietly, but at these words they drooped back down, he curled his lip disdainfully.

Wang Cong walked to the Restroom entrance, habitually unclipping the Electric Baton from his waist and casually handing it to Feng Mu, then went into the toilet stall first to Shao Shui.

He stood before the Mirror, washing his hands meticulously, while secretly glancing through the Mirror at Feng Mu standing at the entrance; the latter seemed completely unaware, waiting quietly.

Wang Cong pulled out Tissue from his pocket, gently wiping the Water Drops on his hands, not missing a single corner, until both hands were completely dry.

Only then did he walk out of the Restroom, smoothly taking back his own Electric Baton, then naturally taking over the one in Feng Mu's hand. The two Electric Batons were identical in appearance, but only Wang Cong knew their difference.

Feng Mu entered the stall, gently closing the door.

Wang Cong's gaze lingered on the door for three seconds, then he turned around, back to the Surveillance Probe at the corridor end, silently swapping the Electric Batons in his left and right hands.

The sound of a Toilet flushing came from inside the Restroom.

Feng Mu washed his hands facing the Mirror, then turned and walked toward the entrance; Wang Cong had already thoughtfully handed over a Tissue.

"Wipe your hands." Wang Cong's voice was gentle and friendly.

"Thank you." Feng Mu responded; his smile was polite and gentle.

He took the Tissue, gently wiping each Finger until not a trace of water remained, then took the Electric Baton Wang Cong handed over, casually slinging it diagonally at his waist.

Wang Cong stood at the corridor entrance, Light Cigarette, puffing Smoke Rings, while asking Feng Mu:

"Right, I've kept forgetting to ask: how's your Home situation? Do you have Brothers Sisters?"

Feng Mu answered calmly:

"Yes, I have a younger sister in high school; she's a genius. The whole family pins high hopes on her, believing and expecting she'll have a bright future."

"My father is a Captain in the Patrol Bureau; recently injured in the line of duty, he's been lying in the Hospital for a Period of Time, but should be Discharged soon."

"As For my Mother, she's a woman with no opinions of her own, pitiable."

Wang Cong listened carefully, committing this information to heart; he deeply Zui the cigarette butt, Emotion overwhelming:

"Sounds pretty difficult too. Sigh, Feng Mu, you've taught me a lot. If I ever get the chance in the future, I must go visit and thank Uncle and Aunt."

Hearing this, Feng Mu glanced at Wang Cong with deep meaning, coldly laughing again and again in his heart:

"Want to use this method to resolve your inner guilt and the guilt of betrayal? Truly laughable."

His face remained expressionless as he calmly said, "No need for that. Captain Wang Cong just needs to thank me well in the future. As for my family, I will take good care of them myself and show filial piety."

"Right!" Wang Cong stubbed out the cigarette, casually threw it on the ground, then stepped on it hard several times with his shoe sole, ensuring the cigarette butt was completely extinguished.

This scene was clearly recorded by the surveillance probe in the corridor.

Tian Tao stood in the monitoring room, watching the screen, and received the signal Wang Cong sent.

He took out his phone and sent a text message to District Chief Chang Wei: "All preparations are complete. Please give instructions!"

End of Chapter