Chapter 336: Family Reunion Starting From Her?

In Zhou Hu's mind, taking other people's things, even drinking other people's blood and eating other people's flesh, wasn't wrong; on the contrary, to live like a human being in this world, one had to do exactly that.

Not only did he do it this way, his superiors did too, and their superiors likewise.

Therefore, if he was wrong, then his superiors were wrong; but if his superiors were wrong, by what right could they stand on top of his head?

So you see, taking other people's things isn't wrong; what's wrong is being forced to vomit it back up. "Eating people" isn't wrong; what's wrong is "being eaten by people"!

Most villains are actually like Zhou Hu: they can allow themselves to be utterly unscrupulous toward others, but absolutely cannot accept others using any means against them.

At this moment, Zhou Hu's face was twisted, his temples throbbing like drums; he did feel a trace of lingering fear in his heart, but more than that, surging rage nearly burst his chest open.

He barely suppressed his emotions and casually said a few comforting words to his wife:

"Where are you now? Are you safe?"

Zhou Hu's wife's voice was choked with sobs, carrying fear that hadn't yet faded:

"They've already left, only I'm left. I'm currently at..."

She lowered her head and quickly scanned her surroundings, her voice trembling as she confirmed:

"They didn't take me far, I'm still in our residential compound, just a different building's underground garage. I'm going home now..."

Hearing his wife's reply, Zhou Hu's heart burned with even more uncontrollable anger:

"They kidnapped someone and didn't even change locations; this bastard Feng Mu thinks he's got me eaten for sure!"

Zhou Hu took a deep breath and said in a sinister tone:

"Don't go home. I'll send someone to pick you up and arrange a safe place for you first..."

Zhou Hu gave a few quick instructions, ignored his wife's naive persuasion, and hung up the phone; he gritted his back teeth hard and said in a ferocious voice:

"Feng Mu, is it? Good, very good! Since you dare play like this, don't blame me for being impolite. You dare touch my family, I'll send your whole family on their way first, heh heh—"

Zhou Hu would never feel gratitude for Feng Mu keeping his word and releasing his wife; he would only think it was because Feng Mu didn't dare tear up the ticket, a cowardly act of not being ruthless enough.

Zhou Hu called Gao Yan, but the call wouldn't go through for a long time.

His brows knitted tightly together, forming a deep knot.

He immediately turned to the computer and searched the Prison System's internal database for Feng Mu's employment registration resume.

【Feng Mu Personal File】

One-inch photo: Feng Mu. jpg

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Fist Force: Level 11.2

Attack Speed 7.3 Frequency

Technique 5.1 Stage

Zhou Hu's gaze moved downward, sliding quickly across the screen, finally stopping at the very bottom of the file, where Feng Mu's family background and address information were recorded.

【Family Background】

Father: Feng Ju

Occupation: Patrol Bureau Captain

Citizen Grade: D

Mother: Wang Xiuli

Occupation: None

Citizen Grade: Blank Citizen

Younger Sister: Feng Yuhuai

Occupation: No. 8 Middle School Class 1, Grade 10 Student

Citizen Grade: Unfiled, has not yet taken the College Entrance Exam.

【Address Registration】

Home Address: Ninth District xxx Street xxx Residential Compound.

Zhou Hu licked his dry lips and muttered to himself, his tone carrying a hint of cold mockery:

"So Feng Mu's father is actually a Patrol Bureau Captain; too bad, the person the news wants to arrest isn't your father, otherwise, wouldn't the drama of executing one's own relatives for justice be even more spectacular."

Zhou Hu's face was gloomy; he couldn't help but suspect Feng Ju would shield Feng Mu.

Zhou Hu contemplated for a moment, then picked up his phone, aimed the camera at the screen, took several photos in succession, then edited a message and sent it to a number.

In less than half a minute, the phone screen lit up, a string of numbers calling back.

Zhou Hu took a deep breath, slowly answered the call, his voice pressed extremely low:

"Hello, it's me. Received the photos, right? There are three names on them... After the matter is handled, I'll find a way to get your younger brother out of Second Prison."

The dim living room was in a mess; the sofa was overturned on the floor, several pieces of furniture also toppled haphazardly.

On the floor, an obvious pool of bloodstains had already coagulated; scattered around were some paper documents and daily necessities, as well as a skull that looked as if it had been gnawed by a ferocious beast.

On the skull stepped a plastic slipper; the slipper's owner was a slightly hunchbacked bald man, wearing a loose, shabby old undershirt, his whole body emitting a sour stench.

The bald man listened to the voice on the phone while the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a mouthful of uneven black teeth:

"There are three people in the photo, but I only have one younger brother; the numbers don't match. No good, you can only pick one."

Zhou Hu on the other end of the phone said rudely:

"If you want to reunite with your younger brother, then you have to let these three people reunite too. That's the number. I think there's no problem."

The bald man blinked slightly, then let out two dry, raspy laughs: "Deal!"

After the call ended, a man next to him who was rummaging through things curiously looked up and asked:

"Captain, has a new mission come down from above?"

The bald man answered with a smile: "No, this isn't a mission from above; this is a private job I took."

A team member standing nearby, having vaguely heard the phone content, asked somewhat discontentedly:

"A private job where the numbers don't add up—what kind of person has eaten a bear's heart and a leopard's gall, daring to take advantage of us?"

The bald man showed no anger on his face; he squatted down, picked up the head on the ground, and lightly pried at it with his fingernail, just like scooping ice cream, digging out a small white chunk and slurping it into his mouth, speaking indistinctly:

"The fool on the phone doesn't know our true identities, but it's not entirely his fault."

"It doesn't matter, though. Once we finish this job, bring my brother out, and then send this fool and his wife to reunite with him, the numbers will add up."

Several working team members, hearing this, nodded in unison and gave the bald man a thumbs-up.

While slurping "ice cream," the bald man casually tossed the phone to the team member beside him and ordered:

"Go check the identity information of these three people; see if there's anything unusual."

The bespectacled team member took the phone and skillfully hacked into the Nine Districts' archive system.

His fingers flew across the keyboard, and within just a few minutes, he successfully found the brief archive information of those few people.

"An ordinary constable, an ordinary housewife, and a high school student; judging by the archives, they have no problems."

The team member frowned, then added:

"By the way, there's also a college entrance exam dropout named Feng Mu in this family, but he just recently joined the Second Prison."

The bald man only had the team member casually check; he didn't really take it to heart—what kind of formidable figure could a mere Zone Chief have a grudge with?

If it weren't for the prison break having too bad an impact and possibly drawing unnecessary attention, he wouldn't have let his good-for-nothing brother be locked up in prison.

After finishing slurping his fingers, too lazy to think further, he casually tossed the clean head, and it spun as it smashed into the ceiling.

"Fine, give them two days off first, then handle this job; hmm, let's start with this female."

The bald man acted entirely on whim, randomly pointing at a name in the phone.

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