Chapter 333: He Seems Crazy, But He Makes Sense?

This kind of calm laughter that was infuriating, this way of speaking that seemed reasonable yet drove people into a dead end, was very much like...

Zhou Hu gritted his teeth, squeezing out a few words from his clenched jaw: "Feng Mu is you, it's you in my home?!!"

The voice on the other end of the phone still drifted over faintly, carrying a teasing yet dangerous calm:

"Who is Feng Mu? You can't just pin a name on me like that; it's unfriendly to both me and Feng Mu. You should know, framing someone can get people killed!"

Zhou Hu had wanted to say something, but hearing the two words "get killed" drifting lightly through the microphone felt like a heavy hammer striking his heart, his tongue as if pressed flat by a thousand jin of pig iron, unable to make a sound.

No mistake, it was exactly that tone. Zhou Hu had read little and couldn't describe this feeling with precise words, but his certainty was correct: this unique tone of speaking reasonably was Feng Mu.

Zhou Hu had seen many people in his life; to be honest, he had seen plenty of madmen and lunatics, but never had he seen someone like Feng Mu...

He seemed mad, yet he spoke reasonably; he spoke reasonably, yet he seemed mad!

Zhou Hu remained silent for a long time, and finally had no choice but to accept Feng Mu's suggestion. He took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and said in a deep voice:

"If you are not Feng Mu, then who exactly are you? And why did you appear in my home?"

A faint laugh immediately came from the other end of the phone:

"I'm just a kind-hearted person helping a friend. As for why I appeared in your home, you shouldn't ask me, but ask yourself what you did today?"

Zhou Hu's temples twitched, and several lines of disbelief appeared on his forehead: "???"

You're asking a bad person to reflect on all the bad things they did today; it's like forcing a poor student to check their math test and find which question they got wrong—this is simply too difficult.

He either thinks he's completely wrong, or he thinks he's completely right!

Feng Mu also knew this question was a bit improper, so he kindly reminded him:

"Friendly reminder: children must be born by yourself; you can't just adopt someone else's child, what do you say?"

Zhou Hu suddenly realized where the problem lay, and silently cursed Ma Xuan in his heart:

"Big Brother, I only helped you watch the child for two days, and you don't trust Big Brother like this, actually sending someone to harass me at my home?"

Ma Xuan wasn't actually that bad; he just wanted to ask Feng Mu to find his own child, and he hadn't expected Feng Mu's method of finding the child to be so novel.

Zhou Hu naturally wouldn't admit his mistake; he pretended to be confused toward the phone and said:

"I don't know what you're talking about. I stayed in the Second Prison all day today and never went out. How could I go adopt someone else's child? Besides, why would I adopt someone else's child?"

Feng Mu was not a judge and wouldn't confront Zhou Hu with evidence. He was now a kidnapper, and kidnappers only speak of ransom. As for how the victim's family raises the ransom, that wasn't something he needed to consider.

He smiled faintly:

"I have some things to do tomorrow morning, so I don't have much time left for you. In short, whether or not you did this, I hope you can think of a way to help my friend find his child."

Zhou Hu's eyes were about to split, feeling that the person on the other end of the phone was utterly unreasonable. He was just about to argue his case, but the words coming from the other end next made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar:

"By the way, I heard a friend mention that not long ago you helped find the nephew of a close subordinate, and they seemed to have finally reunited as a family?"

"I like nothing more than seeing scenes of family reunions; that kind of picture always moves me to tears."

"So, I hope to witness you and your wife, a warm picture of family reunion, tonight. Is that okay?"

Zhou Hu's scalp went numb and his head felt like it would burst. The fingers holding his phone stiffened from nervousness, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

His lips moved, but he didn't know how to answer this unsolvable question: "Should I reunite, or should I not reunite?"

This question, given Zhou Hu's reading comprehension ability, was truly beyond the syllabus.

Feng Mu didn't make things difficult for him this time, and he didn't mind not hearing Zhou Hu's answer. He turned around and spoke gently to Zhou Hu's wife:

"Then I'll trouble Sister-in-law to go have a night snack with us. Once my friend's child returns home, we'll send you back immediately. Don't be afraid; you must believe in your husband's ability, hehe—"

Guan Zhong heard this and helped the woman up in one motion, his movements slightly rough, causing the woman to cry out in pain.

Seeing this, Feng Mu frowned slightly and pretended to be angry, saying:

"Be gentler with Sister-in-law; don't make us seem like bad people. Come, Sister-in-law, don't be afraid, wipe your tears, and be obedient..."

The woman suppressed sobs in her throat. She dared not cry anymore, afraid of having a gun shoved in her mouth.

She took the tissue Feng Mu handed her and mechanically wiped away the sliding tears, her voice trembling slightly:

"Thank, thank you!"

On the other end of the phone, Zhou Hu's cheeks twitched, his face turned dark green, and his inner emotions surged like a river overturning the sea. For some reason, he inexplicably felt as if he was being cuckolded right in front of his husband, with a green light rising on his head.

Feng Mu maintained a gentlemanly demeanor and politely said softly, "Sister-in-law is too kind."

At the same time, Feng Mu gave Zhou Hu no chance to speak and casually hung up the phone.

On the other end of the phone, listening to the blind tone in the receiver, uncontrollable chaotic and filthy images surfaced in Zhou Hu's mind. He took a deep breath, hesitated almost not at all, and dialed a phone call.

The moment the call connected, Zhou Hu spoke urgently, his voice carrying a sense of urgency as if fighting for every second:

"Immediately send Ma Xuan's child back home."

Gao Yan on the other end of the phone didn't react for a moment and asked doubtfully, "Big Brother, what did you say?"

Zhou Hu raised his voice a few degrees. He emphasized that sentence again, furiously:

"Hurry up, don't delay a single second, take action immediately, fast! Fast! Fast!"

For an adult male creature, the risk of being cuckolded is more terrifying than death. At this moment, Zhou Hu's execution ability soared to the MAX limit.

Inside Douqiong Martial Hall, the air was filled with the faint scent of sweat and food.

Hong Ya, taking a break from practicing her skills, ate while scrolling on her mobile phone.

Suddenly, her eyes widened, and an evening news item on the mobile phone screen attracted all her attention.

Her mouth opened, and her chopsticks fell onto the table. She didn't even care to eat her rice anymore. On the face of someone who had recently become a bit thin at the chin from over-cultivating, a layer of frost instantly climbed up.

Hong Ya stood up with a swish and hurried toward her master's room, shouting loudly:

"Master, Junior Disciple is in trouble. We need to prepare quickly; we're going to break into the prison."

Several Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters who were eating with their heads down only frowned slightly when they heard the first half of the sentence, and the chopsticks in their hands did not stop.

But when they clearly heard the second half of Hong Ya's words, they couldn't help but put down their chopsticks in unison, and bright lights sparkled in their eyes.

(End of Chapter)