Chapter 348: Another Imoto?

Oh~

It's my foolish Imoto, so it's fine!

Feng Mu's feelings for Imoto were like brocade woven with fine patterns, complex and dense.

At first, Feng Mu's heart-wall was high, and his feelings for Imoto seemed closed and cold.

However, as time passed, Imoto's continuously accumulating and deepening devotion quietly changed Feng Mu's state of mind, and he began to feel deep affection and care for Imoto.

One silently gave without counting the cost; the other silently paid attention, quietly offering guidance and support.

To some extent, their story became the most touching sibling tale of the year, warming the hearts of everyone who knew it.

The only regret was that this touching tale was a bit restricted-rated, and really couldn't be told to outsiders for free.

Oh, you ask how much to pay to listen to this story? Not much, just a warm late-night snack!

Feng Mu closed the system subtitles, his brow slightly furrowed:

"My growth to this day also owes much to Imoto's contributions, but why does she keep targeting the people closest to herself?"

Feng Mu couldn't figure out what illness Imoto had gotten, but her diet had actually become increasingly monotonous.

Feng Mu felt this wasn't good; this dietary structure was very unhealthy.

Because if she kept eating according to this recipe, soon Imoto would have nothing left to eat and would have to cook the people at home.

If Imoto only invited Father to dine, it would be fine, but I'm afraid she would go find the pitiful Mother, and might even invite this good older brother of hers to eat.

Feng Mu still harbored a trace of feeling for the original body's Mother deep in his heart; there was no way around it, he was just kind-hearted. If someone was a bit bad to him, he might forget after turning around, but if someone was a little good to him, he might remember it for a lifetime.

Feng Mu pondered for a long time, silently offering the most sincere prayer for Feng Yuhuai:

"My foolish Imoto, I hope you never do anything foolish that you'll regret. Good older brother I have spent much effort on you, you must not come serve me a meal too early."

The Master of Fate prayed for Imoto, showing how great Feng Mu's love for Imoto was.

Feng Mu could only pray, but could do nothing more, after all, dear Father had taught her one thing from childhood:

What she wanted, she would eventually be able to get in her hands.

The steel-like faith Father forged for Imoto, I'm afraid couldn't be corrected just by a brother secretly guiding her a few times.

Feng Mu took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, that breath seemed to contain deep helplessness and heavy emotion, echoing inside the room, lingering for a long time:

"System, I feel your vision is too narrow. True kinship should never be shackled by innate bloodline. Think about it carefully, do I make sense?"

Feng Mu had to make the worst preparations. If possible, he wanted to try finding another Imoto to replace Feng Yuhuai's position.

Feng Mu silently pondered in his heart: "If I had another Imoto, then I wouldn't feel pain because I had to 'eat' my sister, right?"

This logic was like those boyfriends who had two girlfriends at the same time; they wouldn't feel too much sadness over one breakup.

Feng Mu despised scumbags immensely, but as a villain with harsh survival conditions, he felt it was very necessary to absorb or learn the survival ways of scumbags.

……

Cold boots stepped across the dry corridor, emitting a dull echo. After the access control sensed and identified him, the hydraulic door slid open to both sides, revealing the passage.

Qian Huan walked steadily into the cleaned death zone, his face showing not a ripple, his gaze coldly sweeping over the surroundings.

The rust-stained water prison, after a thorough washing, no longer bore yesterday's bloodstains and filth.

The ground was smooth as a mirror; under the cold light overhead, Qian Huan's stern and grim face could be reflected on the ground.

However, the air still carried a lingering stench of blood that was hard to dissipate, making Qian Huan frown slightly. He said lightly:

"Spray more freshener in the air, suppress this smell."

Wang Cong followed right behind Qian Huan. Hearing this, he nodded and said understandingly:

"This smell probably needs to linger for a few days before it can be completely eliminated. But there's no other way; whether a corpse is cleaned or burned, it will always leave a smell, unless..."

Qian Huan turned his head and glanced sideways at Wang Cong: "Unless?"

Wang Cong replied faintly: "Unless it's eaten and decomposed into fertilizer. This is the answer nature told humans long ago; being eaten and decomposed is the method that leaves no trace in disposing of corpses."

Qian Huan now valued Wang Cong's imagination and wisdom even more, but on this matter, he did not fully agree with Wang Cong's view.

He smiled lightly and said:

"That's not necessarily true. It's just that our current technology is relatively backward, and many aspects of life are quite primitive. I once visited a hospital in Upper City; their handling and utilization of corpses was very advanced and convenient, truly admirable."

Hearing this, Wang Cong showed a faint look of longing on his face:

"I truly hope that one day, this subordinate can follow the Prison Warden to Upper City to see."

Qian Huan smiled and promised seriously:

Qian Huan smiled, his expression becoming serious, and he promised:

"Opportunities will come. As long as our Octagonal Cage Beast Arena develops smoothly, advances steadily, and continues to expand its influence, Upper City may not be out of reach. After all, Upper City also has prisons."

Hearing the pie Qian Huan painted, Wang Cong showed excitement knowingly and murmured:

"Upper City's prison, this subordinate can't imagine what Upper City's prison looks like. It must be vastly different from Lower City, far beyond this subordinate's imagination."

Qian Huan's mouth corner twitched. Wang Cong's question truly touched Qian Huan's knowledge blind spot. When he visited Upper City, he indeed hadn't visited Upper City's prison.

After all, back then he hadn't thought that Tian Guang Capital could invest in the prison system, let alone that he himself could transform overnight and parachute from a private enterprise to serve as Prison Warden in the prison.

He could only sigh at the unpredictability of fate and the impermanence of worldly affairs, truly hard to predict.

Qian Huan exhaled a long breath, cutting off Wang Cong's fantasy, and said in a deep voice:

"Upper City's prison is still too far away; let's not think about it for now. But this death zone before you, you can think about it."

Wang Cong stood in place, stunned for a moment.

Qian Huan patted Wang Cong's shoulder heavily, took out an appointment order still fragrant with ink from his hand, and stuffed it into the latter's embrace:

"Yesterday, I appointed Feng Mu to organize the Internal Investigation Department of Second Prison, mainly responsible for investigating this riot incident and stabilizing the prison's order. But everything he did, in the end, is still laying a solid foundation for our plan."

Qian Huan paused, showing an expression of "you are the one I value most," and said in a deep voice:

"The death zone is the most important link in the plan. I now entrust this place to you to manage. From today on, you are the new Zone Chief of Second Prison's death zone."

(End of Chapter)