Chapter 282: Deadline: Some Are Eliminated, Some Enter the Game

Feng Mu had never suspected Qian Huan — not because he thought Qian Huan would never harm him; he wasn't that naive.

After all, this is a cruel world of father's kindness and daughter's filial piety, brotherly friendship and sisterly respect, where even friends become each other's food.

Trust? Don't make me laugh!

Feng Mu simply felt that Shi Wuming's actions to harm him were likely due to some personal reason, a private act behind Qian Huan's back.

The reason remains to be investigated, but it may not be necessary to get to the bottom of it.

Some questions don't necessarily need to be explored until everything is crystal clear; that's too exhausting. Having stayed in this world for long, Feng Mu has grown increasingly accustomed to it — motives for harming others are bizarrely varied, and ways to die number in the hundreds.

So, instead of digging to the root to solve the problem, better to cut the Gordian knot and solve the person causing the problem.

As for Prison Warden Qian Huan, Feng Mu felt Qian Huan was probably being kept in the dark.

Otherwise, given our Prison Warden's ultra-strong safety awareness — installing three-layer blast-proof glass in his office — if he wanted to harm me, he would never have allowed me to serve as his driver, ferrying him and Shi Wuming to the hospital.

"In short, there's a bad person beside the Prison Warden~"

Feng Mu was deeply concerned about this; as a loyal and devoted good knife, he absolutely would not allow such a person with ulterior motives to remain beside his "master."

Legitimate justification for killing +1!

"This week then. I have to help Shi Wuming, help him step onto the path that truly befits him." Feng Mu set a deadline in his heart.

Instantly, the verdict was clear.

One waits for a vague, distant date of "after this matter is settled" to kill; the other draws a definitive Deadline, a near-certain countdown.

Any random audience member should know who to blindly bet on to win, right?!!

Just as the two outside the door "revealed" their inner thoughts to each other, reaching a tacit understanding with hearts in sync, the conversation inside the door was also gradually drawing to a close.

Hou Wendong sat up straight at some point, staring at Qian Huan with a rather astonished look, gradually drawn in by the evil plan the latter described.

After an in-depth discussion of the plan's details, Hou Wendong gained a general understanding of the 【Octagonal Cage Beast Arena】 plan.

However, unlike Qian Huan who intended to use this plan as a stepping stone for his own promotion, Hou Wendong excelled at viewing things from a secretary's perspective, habitually speculating on Wang Yiyuan's true intentions in his mind.

"Wang Yiyuan dispatched me to assist Qian Huan, undoubtedly seeing the potential in this plan.

But the crux of the problem is: does the Councilor want me to help Qian Huan implement the plan smoothly, or does he want me to gradually seize control of the lead during the process, ultimately kicking Qian Huan out to pluck the peach?"

Hou Wendong pondered silently; based on his understanding of Wang Yiyuan's personality, he already had a basic inclination in his heart.

His only uncertainty was: during the time he was kidnapped, just how far had the relationship between this woman Li Hanyu and Wang Yiyuan progressed?

Hou Wendong couldn't possibly ask Wang Yiyuan about his private life directly; such a sensitive question was not something he could bring himself to ask.

Being a secretary is like this — leaders like to hide certain things, say only half of what they mean, leaving the rest for subordinates to intuitively grasp.

That way, whether the matter succeeds or fails in the future, the leader has room to maneuver, guaranteeing their own dignity.

For small people, dignity and face are worthless; but for big shots, face is the business card they show to the outside world.

The knowledge here runs deep — it's absolutely not just a face project; it's inextricably linked to deep-seated interests. Without truly sitting in that position, it's hard to fathom the essence and subtleties within.

The reason Hou Wendong could see a thing or two is because the secretary position naturally carries the attribute of the leader's business card; 1/4 of his butt can be considered seated on the same chair as the leader.

Qian Huan continued enthusiastically explaining his plan; how could he imagine that the Hou Mi before him, wrapped in gauze with a weak, pale complexion, was currently thinking about how to eat him up more elegantly, leaving not a bone behind.

Qian Huan's words gradually wound down:

"... Broadly speaking, that's the early-stage plan. I hope Hou Mi can help me bridge the gap between inside and outside the prison, use Wang Yiyuan's influence to persuade the Executive Government, then start with small-scale promotion to attract the first batch of interested quality audience members..."

Qian Huan's thinking was already very clear; he didn't expect to achieve a grand scale overnight.

He planned to secretly run one or two "closed beta tests" on a small scale first, then gauge the reputation and impact, gradually expanding step by step, widening the audience range, making full preparations for the final "open beta" launch.

Hou Wendong pondered for a moment, a smile appearing on his face as he said:

"I've understood your plan and thinking. You just need to make the spectacle entertaining enough; I'll handle the screening and invitation of the audience."

"With Wang Yiyuan's influence, this isn't difficult. And as long as we can satisfy these audience members, we can also borrow their power to further advance the early-stage plan."

Qian Huan nodded happily.

Hou Wendong shifted the topic:

"But a prison is still a prison, unsuitable for outsiders to come and go; we still need to find a dedicated venue outside to do this."

Qian Huan frowned slightly, not detecting that Hou Wendong had already begun preparing to kick him out; he just instinctively felt it was inappropriate.

He shook his head: "I think placing the venue inside the prison is more suitable. After all, the prison is the most hidden and secret location, and..."

Hou Wendong directly cut off Qian Huan's words, enunciating each word: "Hard to manage."

He didn't give Qian Huan a chance to rebut, immediately adding his own view:

"I'm not saying managing the prisoners is difficult — I have absolute confidence in Prison Warden Qian's management ability. The management difficulty I speak of refers to those invited audience members."

"Prison Warden Qian, you surely can't apply the methods of managing prisoners to the audience, right?"

Qian Huan froze, his face turning somewhat ugly; he shook his head weakly: "That naturally won't do."

Only then did Hou Wendong reveal a smile:

"If prisoners disobey, you can take severe measures.

But for the audience I carefully select, not a single one can be harmed — even if they just scrape a bit of skin in your Second Prison, it could trigger unnecessary major trouble."

Qian Huan's brows knitted tightly; his desire for control was very strong, so he instinctively felt uncomfortable and resistant to the suggestion of setting the stage outside the prison.

Hou Wendong spoke unhurriedly:

"Actually, a scraped skin is a minor matter. The most important thing is, a large portion of these audience members have very eccentric personalities and tastes. Prison Warden Qian comes from a decent family background; you should have had more or less contact with such people, right?"

Qian Huan's face instantly turned somewhat gloomy, as if Hou Wendong's words had stirred up some unpleasant memories.

Hou Wendong smiled faintly:

"The environment inside the prison is still too crude and shabby; I'm afraid it can't serve them properly.

What's more troublesome is, I fear that among them, someone might take a liking to the prison, want to stay and play in the prison, seek some thrills, find some amusement. Prison Warden Qian, if that situation arises, what will you do?

Don't forget, these people all count as guests you personally invited. When the time comes, you want to refuse with a righteous excuse — they may not agree."

Qian Huan's face turned black as charcoal; he didn't disagree with Hou Wendong's words — on the contrary, he agreed with Hou Wendong's words all too well.

After all, to a certain extent, he and those difficult-to-please audiences belonged to the same circle, and he understood all too well how these people sought amusement.

Qian Huan pondered for a moment and asked, "Then if outside the Prison, who would manage and attend to these prisoners or audiences?"

Hou Wendong knew Qian Huan had thus agreed, and without much thought, he blurted out:

"That's simple—just find a trustworthy Gang Organization. I happen to have a ready-made candidate right here: Ma Bin of the Green Wolf Gang. Prison Warden Qian, rest assured, I will explain the situation to him clearly and get everything communicated properly."

…….

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