Chapter 325: Something More Dangerous Than Martial Force

Guan Zhong felt that standing beside Feng Mu was like bathing in light, his whole person's eyes reflecting a scorching radiance.

Feng Mu said blandly: "As per the old rules, pick your own people to form teams and go bring them all back to me."

Before his words fell, the Internal Investigation Department members' eyes flickered with bright light; they exchanged a meaningful glance with each other, as if silently reaching a tacit understanding.

Immediately after, they straightened their backs in unison, bowing deeply to Feng Mu in neat unison.

A single salute was not enough to express the surging in their hearts and their reverence for Feng Mu; they pressed their heads as close to the ground as possible, close to the surface of Feng Mu's shoes.

A dozen vertically half-bowed bodies formed a circle, like an evil flower blooming in the darkness, every pitch-black petal prostrating toward the sun in the flower's heart:

"We strictly obey the Department Head's orders!!!"

The air fell still for a moment, carrying a sense of ritual that was evil yet sacred.

Gong Qi scanned the surroundings for Feng Mu; his heart was also infected by an inexplicable feeling, an itch at the back of his neck, an impulse to bow to his little junior brother.

Gong Qi naturally looked down on these members' strength; in his eyes, he felt the Internal Investigation Department only needed the three of them senior and junior brothers, the rest were just making up the numbers.

But the atmosphere at this moment made Gong Qi suddenly feel that these people gathered around his little junior brother were faintly giving birth to a power that even he found shocking.

Not simple martial force, but something far more dangerous than martial force.

Martial force can only kill a person, but this thing can make people die for it!!!

Gong Qi swallowed hard, looking at this circle of lowered heads, feeling they were still very weak, weak enough that he alone could kill them all.

Yet he also felt they didn't seem so weak anymore, because when they all lowered their heads and he held his high, he actually produced a feeling of thorns in his back.

They were clearly all lowering their heads, but Gong Qi could feel every one of them staring dead at him, simply eerie to the extreme.

At the outermost edge, Li Bashan, dozing at the warehouse gate, suddenly opened his eyes.

He woodenly scanned the scene in the field, his expression still calm as water, only the rhythm of his breathing paused slightly for a moment, then he muttered in a voice only he could hear:

"So this is the power of the sun?!!"

Feng Mu raised his hand slightly; the circle of members slowly rose, all symbolically retreating two steps before turning away one by one to form their teams, leaving with murderous aura soaring.

Gong Qi awkwardly scratched the back of his head, the strange sensation on his spine finally disappearing.

Only then did Feng Mu look at Gong Qi and say in a gentle voice:

"The Internal Investigation Department was just formed, inevitably we'll run into some blind goods; still have to trouble Fifth Senior Brother to help me keep an eye on things. By the way, is there any problem with Lou Rui's confession?"

Gong Qi handed the confession back to Feng Mu, pondered a moment, and replied with deep emotion:

"The confession is written with reason and evidence, the content is also brilliant; just as Junior Brother said — death is the source of creation!"

Gong Qi now had to wonder: he could never create good scripts, always one move short in deduction — could it be because he lacked death as motivation?

Feng Mu took the confession, didn't even glance at it, just tossed it onto a side table, a look of complete trust in Gong Qi's judgment, which made him very comfortable.

Feng Mu smiled at Gong Qi: "Then I'll trouble Senior Brother to bother."

"Junior Brother rest assured, with Senior Brother here, I definitely won't let anyone ruin the toy in your hand."

Gong Qi habitually spoke in a sinister tone, paused, and asked hesitantly:

"But Senior Brother me, once I make a move there's no leaving survivors; can the Internal Investigation Department withstand it?"

Hearing this, Feng Mu's mouth corners curled up, revealing a row of neat white teeth:

"Our Internal Investigation Department reports directly to the Prison Warden's leadership; our every action is carried out under the Prison Warden's instruction; we have no reason to bear it ourselves?"

Gong Qi loved his little junior brother's this mouth/attitude; he smiled sinisterly with immense gratification:

"If we really run into someone blind, Senior Brother I'll help you dig out that person's eyeballs; you can find time to go give them to the Prison Warden."

Feng Mu beamed, readily accepting Gong Qi's proposal:

"Couldn't be better; coincidentally the Prison Warden recently seems to have taken up a hobby of collecting glass balls."

Ma Xuan was detained alone in a cramped interrogation room; no intimidation, no torture, no interrogation questioning.

The iron chair beneath him gradually warmed by his buttocks, and as far as his gaze reached, empty gray-white walls.

He didn't know how long he'd been locked in, but he felt as if a whole century had passed, that long.

"How long has it been, 1 hour, 2 hours, or 5-6 hours?"

"What does Feng Mu want to do, why hasn't he come find me yet, is he interrogating Lou Rui, what has Lou Rui confessed now, no, it should be what will Feng Mu make him confess?"

"The dead zone riot, investigated onto our light zone heads — is this Feng Mu's own idea or the Prison Warden's instruction?"

Ma Xuan is a smart person; a smart person's trait is overthinking, especially when no one pays him attention, his imagination arranges horror suspense serial dramas inside his skull.

He tried to analyze the current situation from every angle, but the more he thought the more complex it felt, the unease in his heart growing ever stronger.

Ma Xuan knew that at this time, his wild thoughts wouldn't bring any help, but he couldn't control his abnormally active thinking, just like he couldn't control the contact surface between his butt and the chair getting itchy.

The iron door scraped the floor with a harsh sound; a figure pushed the door open, light from outside fell on his back, a pitch-black shadow cast on the ground, stretching long into the room.

Ma Xuan looked at the newcomer; amidst the interplay of light and shadow, the person walked up to him, gently placing a hemp rope into his hand.

"Hemp rope?" Ma Xuan's voice carried a trace of hard-to-detect confusion; he subconsciously touched the rope's rough texture with his fingers.

He raised his head; what met his eyes was a calm gentle smiling face, but the words lightly spat from those lips were like a ghost story drifting in the night wind, every word making his bones chill.

"Lou Rui is dead!"

"Just now his neck was strangled broken by this hemp rope."

"You strangled him!"

Ma Xuan's face changed drastically, eyes suddenly shrinking; he lowered his head to look at the hemp rope in his hand, only to see a few stray skin flakes and dark red stains faintly stuck in the rope's gaps.

Ma Xuan's hand was like electric shock; he violently flung the hemp rope to the ground.

He gnashed his teeth, squeezing out a few words from between his teeth: "Despicable framing tactics."

Feng Mu slowly squatted down, unhurriedly picked up the hemp rope from the ground, then placed it into a transparent evidence bag.

Only at this moment did Ma Xuan notice Feng Mu's hands were actually wearing a pair of plastic gloves, the gloves appearing exceptionally white under the light.

End of Chapter