Chapter 300: Slicing Through the Entire Second Prison

In a corner of the Second Prison parking lot, Fifth Senior Brother Gong Qi followed closely behind Feng Mu with an excited expression; though his voice was low, his teasing and displeasure were hard to hide:

"Junior Brother, you've caused quite a stir since entering the Second Prison, and Senior Brother here quite appreciates that. But you can't just keep all the fun to yourself and leave Senior Brother hanging on the side."

Feng Mu feigned confusion in response: "Fifth Senior Brother, what do you mean? Junior Brother here works diligently every day and fulfills my duties—where's any playing around?"

Gong Qi actually didn't know what Feng Mu had done openly or in secret, but by now he understood his junior brother somewhat; he was certain of one thing—Feng Mu's motive for entering the Second Prison was absolutely not pure.

The reasoning was simple: Junior Brother was someone who would rather use his sleeping time to cultivate, so for him to give up cultivation time to work in a prison, it definitely wasn't for that meager salary.

Gong Qi hummed and said in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Junior Brother, don't pretend. Your Fifth Senior Brother here has been in the Second Prison for many years. In the past, though it wasn't exactly peaceful, it was generally rather monotonous.

But ever since you arrived, this Second Prison has become exceptionally lively. Lately I don't even dare take leave casually, for fear that in the blink of an eye I'd miss some wonderful show."

Listening to Gong Qi's enthusiastic words, Feng Mu finally understood who Junior Sister Hong Ya had learned her binge-watching habit from.

It turned out Fifth Senior Brother also liked binge-watching—only Junior Sister liked binge-watching online, while Fifth Senior Brother liked binge-watching in prison.

Gong Qi paused slightly, his eyeballs darting around, his tone as sinister as a poisonous snake flicking its tongue:

"Junior Brother, tell Senior Brother honestly—was this prison riot in the dead security bureau secretly orchestrated by you?"

Feng Mu shook his head lightly, his tone firm: "Senior Brother, you've really misunderstood. This riot has nothing to do with me; my current task is to investigate the cause of this incident."

Gong Qi blinked, muttering half-believingly: "Really not you?"

Feng Mu sighed, curled his fingers into a fist, lightly pressed it against his chest, and said with a serious expression:

"I swear on the bond between us brothers that I truly had no part in this."

Hearing this, Gong Qi finally relaxed, but his face soon showed some disappointment, and he let out a long sigh:

"Junior Brother, you're clueless—something this interesting, how could you let someone else steal the spotlight?"

Feng Mu had figured out Gong Qi's train of thought: Gong Qi was no longer satisfied with merely being a spectator binge-watching; he was itching to step onto the stage himself.

Only, he probably couldn't script anything too exciting on his own, so he had set his sights on Feng Mu.

Sure enough, after letting out a long sigh, Gong Qi's expression immediately turned serious, and his tone became earnest:

"Junior Brother, you've greatly disappointed your Fifth Senior Brother. Next time, not allowed—such a captivating show, how could you let someone else take the lead role?"

Feng Mu nodded in deep agreement and followed Fifth Senior Brother's line of thought:

"Indeed, Junior Brother hadn't expected that our Second Prison could have someone so audacious."

Gong Qi nodded indignantly, his eyes revealing deep affection for the Second Prison; to a certain extent, he and Feng Mu shared the same emotional bond, both viewing this security bureau as another "home" in their hearts.

If Junior Brother had caused the trouble but didn't bring him along, Gong Qi could swallow his frustration—after all, in the 【Rong Gui Sect】's teachings, this belonged to "keeping the fat water within one's own field."

But if Junior Brother hadn't done it, then this was...

Gong Qi's expression instantly turned grim, a ruthless look in his brows and eyes: "A thief has gotten into the home—he deserves to die!"

Feng Mu nodded slightly, then curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a row of neat white teeth, a smile tinged with cunning: "Exactly, Senior Brother, so Junior Brother here took the interesting task of ferreting out this thief."

A glint flashed in Gong Qi's eyes, and he immediately responded: "Exactly, exactly, so I volunteered and must come assist Junior Brother in solving this case."

Just as his words fell, Gong Qi raised his eyebrows, curled the corner of his mouth, and gestured toward the scattered "Wang Congs" gathered in the parking lot, his tone tinged with disdain:

"In my opinion, where do we need these useless good-for-nothings? You and I, Senior and Junior Brothers, joining hands can solve this case in one stroke.

Well, Junior Brother, you just handle the investigation up front, and Senior Brother here will guard your back from behind; all the rough and tiring work, Senior Brother will take on for you as well."

While speaking, Gong Qi let out a "jie jie jie" sinister laugh.

Feng Mu nodded in deep agreement:

"Senior Brother is absolutely right. The people I chose are all marginal figures in the Second Prison, usually ostracized and suppressed; besides a belly full of resentment, they probably have no talents worth mentioning."

Gong Qi looked at Feng Mu suspiciously; he knew his junior brother's mind was extraordinary, which was why he had grown increasingly close to Junior Brother and liked playing with him.

Gong Qi was by no means a fool; he had the cunning and sharpness of a poisonous snake, and he immediately caught the hidden meaning in Feng Mu's words, so he asked:

"Junior Brother, could it be that you've taken a fancy to the resentment in their chests? But how does that resentment help solve the case?"

Feng Mu turned his head, gazing at the distant crowd lining up to assemble, a brilliant and sunny smile blooming on his face, his voice low and full of meaning:

"They're not here to help me solve the case; they're here to help me keep this case dragging on endlessly."

Gong Qi was stunned speechless: "What do you mean?"

Feng Mu didn't play coy, but asked in return: "Fifth Senior Brother, tell me—for a case, is it more interesting to solve it quickly and neatly, or to have it twist and turn, always almost solved but never quite?"

Gong Qi's eyes suddenly lit up; this was why he liked playing with Junior Brother.

Seeing that Gong Qi understood, Feng Mu smiled:

"I finally got the investigation rights for this case from the Prison Warden. If I don't have my fun and interrogate every single suspect from top to bottom, how can I confirm who the real culprit is?"

Gong Qi turned to look at that group of "Wang Congs," and suddenly realized these people were indeed very useful.

Gong Qi didn't understand investigation either, but he knew how to find fun—what could better unleash subjective initiative and create endless fun than arming a group of people full of resentment with weapons?

Junior Brother, this wasn't about solving the case; it was clearly about taking the opportunity to slice up the entire Second Prison, and doing it in the Prison Warden's name.

Quite legitimate...

(End of Chapter)