Chapter 306: Willing to Die for Feng Mu

Who is the person you care about most?

For this question, everyone has an answer in their heart, most likely your father or mother, possibly your wife or children, but it could also be...

In Guan Zhong's mind, faces flashed like slides: his father's expression of disappointment, his mother's wrinkled and withered face, his wife's increasingly hateful gaze, the image of a toothless baby sucking milk.

These were all people he cared about in his heart, but none could stay in his mind for long, because they were far from being the person Guan Zhong cared about most.

He had someone he longed for day and night, especially in dreams, where he could not control himself, repeatedly holding the other in his arms, twisting their neck, smashing their face.

It was someone he cared about most, most, most, a person he hated and wanted dead.

Guan Zhong's throat was dry; he looked at Feng Mu in shock. The latter's gentle and calm smile seemed to contain some immense power, causing goosebumps to rise on the arm holding the phone.

Fear?

There was indeed a trace of unease swirling in his heart, but that was not the main thing; more was a surge from every cell of his body, like trembling... excitement!!!

Although Feng Mu did not continue to explain, Guan Zhong seemed to be struck by inspiration and understood everything.

He looked at the head on the ground, then at the fire scene opposite, finally focusing his gaze on the empty dial pad, his heart thumping violently.

"That's right, what is seen doesn't matter, what is heard doesn't matter, true or false doesn't matter; what matters is which side I stand on, who I want to follow to live, and who I want to make die!"

Guan Zhong felt his mind was clearer than ever before, his thoughts rapidly sublimating.

"No wonder Feng Mu doesn't leave witnesses, because he never intended to ask anything from the other's mouth—that's too time-consuming and laborious; whatever he wants, he can just fill it in himself."

"I see, so this is the extreme of true and false; this is the world's hidden, unspeakable final answer—the truth is not a proof question, not an answer question, but a fill-in-the-blank question!"

Guan Zhong's throat was dry, the numb deadness in his eyes faded, and he actually glimpsed the shadow of light:

"And now, Feng Mu has given the precious power to fill in the answer to his own hands!!!"

Guan Zhong looked at Feng Mu in disbelief, the palm holding the phone trembling; just now, this hand had held a head without shaking at all.

Feng Mu's smile remained calm and gentle, like the most patient teacher waiting for his student to fill in the answer himself, not forcing, not urging, not meddling.

That gaze seemed to encourage him to say—don't be afraid, this time no matter what answer you fill in, the teacher can ensure you get 100 points and receive the exam reward.

A perfect score, this was a score Guan Zhong had never received from childhood to adulthood, whether in school test papers or in the long exam of life.

A waste like him, with no talent, no ability, no background, seemed from the moment of birth to be destined for his test paper to be full of X's.

Guan Zhong had long accepted such a fate; otherwise he would not have endured torment more painful than death in the Second Prison yet refused to leave, because he knew that even going elsewhere would change nothing.

If the whole world is a filthy and cruel prison, what difference does it make whether one leaves the Second Prison or not?

Guan Zhong took a deep breath, his gaze with difficulty moving away from Feng Mu to look at those wastes behind him who were like himself, only to realize they were all staring unblinkingly at him, at the phone in his hand.

Their gazes were both timid and desirous, both sinister and fervid, indescribably eerie, as if what he held in his hand was not a phone, but a key to open the door to a new world, a ticket sailing toward light.

Guan Zhong's head felt like it had been electrified, he no longer hesitated, lowered his head, and his blood-stained fingers entered a string of phone numbers on the nine-grid.

—Beep beep beep!

The phone remained unanswered for a long time; just as Guan Zhong was a little disappointed and about to hang up, the phone finally connected.

A male voice came through the microphone, mixed with the sound of heavy objects dragging across the floor and the sound of liquid flowing.

Hearing that familiar and deep voice from the phone, the hairs on Guan Zhong's face stood up involuntarily, the corner of his mouth twitched, revealing an unnatural twisted arc.

His breathing became heavy and rapid, every exhale was suppressed with all his might, yet he still could not utter a word.

This was because Feng Mu only told him to make the call, but did not tell him to speak.

After four or five seconds, the call was hung up by the other end.

Feng Mu waited for the phone to hang up, then walked over slowly, his palm gently landing on Guan Zhong's shoulder, his tone full of praise and affirmation:

"I told you that you are very talented; you indeed did not disappoint me, you are very smart, and you did very well!"

Guan Zhong hurriedly used the hem of his clothes to wipe the blood clean from the phone, then handed it to Feng Mu with both hands, his tongue as if tied, stammering out three words: "Thank thank thank!"

Feng Mu responded with an even more sincere smile, his voice full of encouragement and praise:

"Thank what? I should be thanking you; this is the reward you deserve!"

Feng Mu took the phone, his gaze lightly sweeping over the number on the call record, and said with a smile:

"Now, tell me, his name."

Guan Zhong took a deep breath, unconsciously straightening his originally slack posture, he raised his head and said word by word:

"Lou Rui, Prison Guard Lou Rui of Light Supervision Zone Level 1."

Hearing this, Feng Mu smiled; a very ordinary face flashed in his mind; he is now the de facto "Captain" of Light Supervision Zone Level 2, and Level 1 has not yet submitted to him.

He drew a clean white handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Guan Zhong, saying faintly:

"Don't be so serious; wipe the blood off your hands; do you know what to do next?"

Guan Zhong, flattered and surprised, took the handkerchief; a warm current surged in his heart, as if a gentle hand was soothing the scars all over his heart.

Before he could speak, Feng Mu's sympathetic and understanding voice entered his ears again:

"I won't ask more about the story between you and him; this is your privacy; you just remember, after returning to the Second Prison later, use a rope to strangle him to death, okay?"

Guan Zhong's body shook; his whole body seemed to be pierced by an invisible force; his eye sockets quickly moistened; his voice hoarse and firm:

"Strangle him to death, yes, I will use a rope to strangle him to death."

Feng Mu was very satisfied with Guan Zhong's determination, but he was still a little uneasy, and added:

"Can you do it alone? If you are not at ease, you can also find others to go with you; anyone present can, including me; I believe everyone is willing to help you."

Feng Mu really was too considerate, meticulous in every detail; when in his life had Guan Zhong ever met a leader who cared so much for his subordinates?

At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind—willing to die for Feng Mu!

Feng Mu turned around, his gaze sweeping over the people behind him; his care was not limited to Guan Zhong alone, but he showed the same care to everyone:

"This time you help Guan Zhong strangle Lou Rui to death; next time when it is your turn, others will naturally help you, okay?"

(End of Chapter)