Chapter 327

The man's voice disappeared from the phone; a few seconds later, a woman's voice returned through the phone, her tone carrying a trace of doubt and puzzlement:

"Strange, did the person leave? I just finished pouring the water..."

Immediately after, the voice on the phone suddenly turned sharp and panicked,

"Baby, baby, baby, where are you? Ma Xuan, come back quick, Baby's gone?"

Listening to the panicked shouting on the phone, the two eye sockets beneath the gold-rimmed frames appeared incomparably ferocious; he glared dead at Feng Mu:

"Was it you who did it?"

Feng Mu squeezed out an aggrieved look: "You can't frame me; I haven't even sat in the Zone Chief's seat yet."

Ma Xuan said fiercely: "Then let me leave."

Feng Mu refused flatly: "That won't do; you can't go anywhere right now."

Blue veins bulged on Ma Xuan's forehead; listening to the crying shouts calling his name on the phone, his neck swelled a full circle thicker, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"Feng Mu, help me, I have to find my child."

Feng Mu narrowed his eyes: "Why come to me? Shouldn't you be looking for Zhou Hu?"

Ma Xuan's face twisted; his first reaction was naturally to find Zhou Hu, but he used his brain just a little and knew Feng Mu would never let him leave, and besides, Zhou Hu would certainly never admit to it.

Most importantly, Chang Wei once had Zhou Hu help him find his nephew, and the result was, their whole family reunited?!!

Ma Xuan's brain spun madly; his eyes were bloodshot, staring straight at Feng Mu, begging in despair:

"I don't trust Zhou Hu, but you just told me you'd be my new friend, so I'm begging you, help me!"

Feng Mu gazed into Ma Xuan's eyes, then suddenly grinned:

"Alright, you've convinced me; friends should help each other."

When Wang Cong was summoned out of the Incineration Room, his heart was full of reluctance.

After all, those corpses in the corridor that had not yet finished being sorted still emitted a mouth-watering aroma; not being able to store them all for Feng Mu was truly too wasteful.

Of course, when the other few Prison Guards who suffered heatstroke and dehydration were carried out, they looked like survivors of a catastrophe; they really had come within a hair's breadth of being incinerated along with those corpses to boost the incinerator's KPI data.

When he appeared in the Warden's Office, Wang Cong had already adjusted his mood, wearing an expression of three parts sorrow and seven parts Wise.

Qian Huan asked Wang Cong the same questions he had asked Feng Mu before, hoping to get useful answers from Wang Cong.

Wang Cong did not disappoint him, giving a line of thinking as refreshing as the 【Eight-Cornered Cage】 plan.

"... To sum up, the current situation is like this.

Therefore, in my view, the Warden's most urgent task right now is not to rush to clarify rumors on the Internet, but to seek powerful support and win the help of some big shots."

Wang Cong concluded in reply:

"Because what the people below say doesn't matter at all; what matters forever is how the people at the top look at it; ten thousand flies buzzing in your ear can't match the loudness of a big shot's single finger snap."

A flash of brightness flickered in Qian Huan's eyes; he felt Wang Cong's conclusion was extremely insightful; although the metaphor was slightly extreme, thinking carefully, wasn't the birth of the Lower City precisely the product gestated in the soil of extreme order a few hundred years ago?

Today's order looks less extreme than at the beginning, but in fact it's just draped in a coat that fools the masses; its essence has never changed.

Otherwise, why has that shadow shielding the sky never dissipated, but instead grown ever more colossal, ever more heavy with the passage of time?

Qian Huan felt Wang Cong had spoken right into his heart; his gaze toward Wang Cong grew increasingly satisfied.

The most trustworthy people under him now were one Wang Cong and one Feng Mu — one civil, one martial, each with their strengths; most importantly, these two were face harmonious heart disharmonious, which made him very much at ease.

"Let Feng Mu help me manage the Prison; after all, his methods are crude, and the Prison just eats that up; then let Wang Cong help me strategize against the big shots outside the Prison, to push the 【Eight-Cornered Cage】 plan more smoothly; thus, one inside, one outside..."

Qian Huan formed a decision in his heart; he originally wanted to hide Wang Cong in the Prison, hide him behind himself; that way, the 【Eight-Cornered Cage】 plan's spotlight would shine more on him, and he could use it to seize more fame or profit.

But the situation is too dire now; he has to keep Wang Cong by his side, ready to offer strategies at any moment, even push him into the spotlight, into the eyes of those big shots.

"Even though doing so will inevitably expose that Wang Cong is the 【Eight-Cornered Cage】 plan's Founder, and the spotlight focused on me will be divided away by Wang Cong.

But, it doesn't matter; Wang Cong has no background and no resources; he can't leave me; I have absolute confidence in controlling Wang Cong; as long as I'm alive, Wang Cong can only loyally shine and generate heat, adding bricks and tiles to my career."

Qian Huan thought this in his heart; of course, he wouldn't shortchange Wang Cong either; just like he allowed Feng Mu to form the Internal Investigation Department, when the time comes, he'll also promise Wang Cong a little something.

Qian Huan walked out of the Explosion-proof Glass Wall, patted Wang Cong's shoulder, and said in a deep voice:

"The Second Prison's situation is currently turbulent; but the more chaotic it is, the more we must unswervingly advance the 【Eight-Cornered Cage Beast Fighting Plan】.

Some people with ulterior motives attempt to use this turmoil to drag me down from the Warden's position; we absolutely cannot let them succeed."

Wang Cong gazed at Qian Huan with determined eyes, nodded heavily, indicating he absolutely stood on the Warden's side.

"Come with me; I'm going to take you to meet a few very important people; the 【Eight-Cornered Cage】 plan wants to roll out quickly, and it can't do without their support."

As Qian Huan spoke, a trace of hard-to-detect pain flashed across his eyes, then he added:

"Their support isn't free, but it's all worth it.

In short, when you deal with these people in the future, you must keep a watchful eye at all times; you must always remember, big shots are monsters that eat people and don't spit out the bones; be careful you don't get devoured by them."

Wang Cong immediately expressed his loyalty: "Warden, please rest assured; your teachings I will engrave in my heart, never daring to forget for a moment."

A black sedan sped away from the Prison, racing along the road, destination the Hospital.

In the car, Qian Huan contemplated for a moment, then turned his head to Wang Cong and said:

"Big shots all cherish their feathers; to get them to support me, on one hand the benefits must be sufficient, on the other hand, the dirty water on us also has to be washed; not saying wash it white, but at least it can't be too black; what do you think?"

Wang Cong felt this was too hard, because his heart right now is stark naked pitch black; how could it ever be dyed white again, and he doesn't even want to dye it back at all.

Wang Cong thought for a bit, gave another answer; this answer wasn't taught by Feng Mu, but something he realized himself.

He said: "Or, we can think of a way to dye everyone else black too?"

(End of Chapter)