Chapter 307: The Idea of Deceiving the Master and Destroying the Ancestors, Two Sets of Rules

Everyone felt as if their foreheads had been struck by lightning; the trace of jealousy and filth originally hidden in their gazes melted away like snow meeting sunlight.

With his heart-stirring universal love and special personal charm, Feng Mu infected and warmed them all in a very short time.

Their gazes toward Guan Zhong were all tinged with a gentle hue of kindness.

Right, what was everyone in such a rush for? Wasn't Guan Zhong just tomorrow's them? It wouldn't be long before they were all Guan Zhong; helping him was helping themselves!

Gong Qi watched from the side with clicking wonder; he could visibly perceive that the new team his junior brother had just assembled had rapidly been twisted from a pile of loose sand into a single rope.

Although they still couldn't fully call out each other's names, they had already built a cohesion exceeding 99% of teams in the world, already willing to strangle others for each other's sake.

As expected, killing together is the best team-building activity for cohesion.

Gong Qi felt deeply gratified in his heart:

"Junior Brother truly lives up to being the once-in-500-years genius of the 【Rong Gui Pai】 that Master spoke of; not only does he cultivate the 【Blood Flesh Initial Solution True Art】 quickly, but in a short time he has even grasped the ideological essence of the 【Rong Gui Pai】."

For a moment, a greatly rebellious thought arose in Gong Qi's heart:

"Could the reason the 【Rong Gui Pai】 has always withered in numbers be that Master's management style is too backward? If Junior Brother were to manage sect affairs, our 【Rong Gui Pai】 would surely develop into a colossal sect in the not-too-distant future!!"

The sound of the elevator door opening and opening interrupted Gong Qi's slightly "deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors" train of thought; he turned his head to look at the two constables who had arrived late.

At the same time, Guan Zhong and the others also turned their gazes uniformly in that direction.

The two constables suddenly felt a chill down their spines, feeling that this group's gazes were inexplicably hair-raising.

If not for the fact that most of them wore guard uniforms and counted as brothers within the system, the two might have instinctively drawn their guns at the first moment.

The older constable's gaze quickly scanned the surroundings; upon seeing the severed head on the ground, his heart gave a heavy thud, and then he instinctively looked toward the one among this group with the gentlest smile and kindest temperament.

He looked at Feng Mu and asked in a deep voice: "What happened here?"

Feng Mu sighed lightly, his face revealing a touch of sorrow:

"The charred corpse burned black downstairs is Gong Lao, a prison guard of our Second Prison; he committed an unforgivable crime, and the Prison Warden had us come investigate this matter.

And this headless corpse is one who came intending to kill to silence witnesses; unfortunately, he ran into us as he prepared to leave, and then he still wanted to continue his violence; helpless, we had no choice but to..."

The older constable frowned slightly; though he had doubts in his heart, he was more inclined to believe Feng Mu's words.

He had to believe, because as Feng Mu answered, the surrounding prison guards had already tacitly surrounded the two constables in the center.

The older constable had seen the gazes of many desperate and extremely evil criminals, but never had he seen such a bizarre, eager-to-try feeling in the eyes of this group of prison guards.

It wasn't ferocity or coldness, but a kind of fervor and yearning, as if they bore no malice toward him; on the contrary, they simply yearned to obtain some reward from him.

Simply spine-chilling!

"Sorry, our time is tight; we must return to the prison immediately to report this incident to our superiors. These two corpses, we'll have to trouble the Patrol Bureau to handle."

Feng Mu's tone was gentle, a friendly smile hanging on his face; as he spoke he walked outward unhurriedly, and the surrounding prison guards, seeing this, neatly and orderly made way for him.

The prison guards at the elevator entrance hurriedly pressed the elevator button; after Feng Mu entered the elevator, they filed in one by one, each standing carefully against the elevator wall, very tacitly leaving a spacious space for Feng Mu standing in the middle.

Only when the cold elevator door slowly closed did the older constable let out a long breath, slowly moving his hand away from the tightly gripped gun stock, and roughly tugging open his collar to reveal a white undershirt soaked in cold sweat.

"Damn it, do prison guards look at people with such terrifying eyes now?"

The older constable felt like he had walked a round through the Ghost Gate; he spat a mouthful of thick phlegm onto the ground and cursed,

"Misjudged; the one who smiles most amiably is actually the most dangerous one."

The younger constable likewise had lingering fear; then his face darkened as he said: "Just let them go like this? We didn't even take a statement?"

The older constable walked into the room, crouched on the ground, carefully observing the severed head on the ground, and replied in a cold voice:

"Otherwise? You really dare keep them? Then maybe we'd be lying here today too."

The younger constable said unconvinced: "Not that serious, right? We're constables; if they killed us they'd have a hard time explaining; I figure they wouldn't really dare make a move."

The older constable gave a cold laugh: "What's there not to dare? If we really end up lying here, it's this headless one who killed us, and they'd instead be the good people who avenged us; then the Patrol Bureau would have to send them silk banners in thanks."

The younger constable's face darkened; he crouched down, extended his finger, about to touch the edge of that severed head.

Seeing this, the older constable immediately shouted sternly: "Don't touch, it's toxic!"

The younger constable's finger instantly stiffened, pupils widening; only now did he notice that the broken neck was actually emitting strands of unsettling black, as if some toxin was spreading.

The blood flowing on the ground was also contaminated; even the tile surface showed a pitted, granular texture from corrosion.

The older constable coldly glanced at the younger constable, then crouched on the ground, took out a crumpled cigarette case from his bosom, pursed his lips, and pulled out a fragrant cigarette.

The younger constable immediately withdrew his hand, took out a lighter, and lit the cigarette for the older constable.

The older constable inhaled deeply, exhaled a smoke ring toward the younger constable, and said:

"Chen Yang, our Patrol Bureau has always had a tradition of the old leading the new; what do you think this tradition teaches you?"

Chen Yang was slightly stunned; ever since he was assigned to the Patrol Bureau, he had always followed closely behind this experienced old constable, but this question, he had never deeply considered; perhaps in his view, the answer was too obvious.

He replied without hesitation: "Isn't it just teaching us how to appear at the scene, how to pursue culprits, solve cases?"

The older constable inhaled deeply, smoke surging from his nostrils; his voice somewhat hoarse:

"Right, these are all what we must teach, but those are only the surface fur; what truly must be taught to you is the rules."

Chen Yang asked in surprise: "Rules? What rules?"

The older constable nodded, saying:

"Rules, you can also understand as the game; our Patrol Bureau has two sets of gameplay for solving cases and doing things. One is the set we usually follow — the gameplay of those wearing this skin of ours and those without this layer of skin; it requires statements, requires evidence, but in short, no matter how it's argued, the truth can only be what comes out of our mouths.

His tone paused, then he stood up, his face quite moved as he said:

"The other is when encountering today's situation — running into people who, like us, also wear a layer of skin; then the rules we follow are a different set."

Chen Yang nodded thoughtfully, but his eyes still held a trace of bewilderment; he hesitantly asked: "So, what is the other set of rules?"

(End of Chapter)