Chapter 351

Nothing more to say; originally Qian Huan had planned to use ninety percent of his strength to protect Feng Mu, but now he felt that was far from enough — he had to exert one hundred twenty percent of his power to protect Feng Mu.

If he missed Feng Mu, he would likely never encounter another loyal spokesperson in this lifetime.

Qian Huan watched Feng Mu's retreating figure walking away with firm steps, and inexplicably sensed a momentum of "the wind howls bleakly, the Yi River runs cold"; his whole being — dark, hypocritical, selfish heart — seemed to have been cleansed, and a scorching hot current surged in his chest.

Qian Huan took out his phone and dialed his mother's number.

The thirty percent difference between ninety percent and one hundred twenty percent is Li Hanyu — the weight of competing through one's mother.

"Hello, Mom, the upper levels of the Prison System are improperly interfering with my management of the Second Prison; here's what happened... Mm, right, his name is Feng Mu, he just left and is on his way to the Patrol Bureau, I hope Councilor Wang's side can..."

Qian Huan briefly explained the course of events to his mother and answered Li Hanyu's several questions. His tone was firm and earnest, finally concluding in an unquestionable manner:

"Yes, Feng Mu is the right-hand man I rely on most in the Second Prison, and he is most loyal to me."

Before the floor-to-ceiling window of the high-end large flat, Li Hanyu quietly overlooked the crowds on the street below like ants coming and going, and said indifferently into the phone:

"Fine, I know about this matter."

Before this, Li Hanyu had never known Feng Mu; to her, he was merely an insignificant petty figure, no different from those ants downstairs.

However, since Feng Mu could earn her son's regard and was extremely devoted, this ant called Feng Mu was vastly different from the other ants.

In this day and age, human life is the cheapest consumable, worth not a penny; but the loyalty represented by a human life is the most expensive, truly priceless.

Li Hanyu hung up the phone, the corner of her mouth hooking a relieved smile:

"Before there was one called Wang Cong, now there's a Feng Mu; looks like my son Qian Huan quite understands the art of winning hearts, good, very good indeed."

With a click, the restroom door opened gently, and Wang Xinfa came slowly from behind, wrapped in a white bath towel.

He embraced Li Hanyu's waist full of mature charm; on that face which was habitually imposing without anger, there showed three parts hypocrisy and seven parts gentleness:

"What did Qian Huan say on the phone to make you this happy?"

Li Hanyu lightly brushed her hair back, turned around, and obediently nestled into Wang Xinfa's embrace.

She did not conceal it; on the contrary, she answered very candidly:

"I have only this one son to depend on; he's started to understand how to win over subordinates' hearts, and seems to be doing quite well, so of course I'm happy. You also understand — sometimes having a loyal subordinate at your side can truly save your life at certain critical moments."

Li Hanyu concisely repeated the phone conversation's content to Wang Xinfa.

As her understanding of Wang Xinfa deepened, she came to recognize ever more clearly what kind of greed and cold-heartedness lay in this man's bones.

Before enormous interests, this man is a starving wolf who devours people without spitting out bones; even his bedmate, if the profit is sufficient, he would unhesitatingly open his bloody maw.

However, as long as one obediently satisfies his desires and does not make him feel threatened, on the surface he is willing to expend some effort, play along with a hypocritical mask of mercy, and bestow various petty favors on you.

Otherwise, how else would she, Li Hanyu, have been coaxed into bed by this man's sweet-talking promises after Qian Tong's death — just relying on that layer of his stale, foul-smelling corpus cavernosum?

Alright, who told that corpus cavernosum to be wrapped in an inviolable outer garment!

The Executive Government Councilor's attire truly bathes year-round in a sacred fragrance; that scent drifts for ten li, beloved and praised by all who see it — not to mention living people, even the rotting stench of piles of corpses can be completely masked.

Li Hanyu leaned lightly against the floor-to-ceiling window, slowly shedding that silk-smooth pajama; the smooth, lustrous glass reflected her fair skin glowing almost with light.

She slowly squatted down, lifted her head, red lips slightly parted, tongue tip lightly licking; her voice carried a trace of reserve yet also contained an irresistible allure.

"Qian Huan is so anxious his fire has flared up; you help my son, let him calm his fire down a bit. I'll also help take care of you."

Ah mu—

(ps: here I have no choice but to omit 12,152 words.)

To preserve and save Feng Mu's reputation, Prison Warden Qian Huan and his whole family truly paid too much; unfortunately, this content cannot be played for Feng Mu, otherwise he would certainly offer Prison Warden Qian Huan even higher, truer gratitude.

Loyal! Devoted!

This restricted-content segment also couldn't be live-broadcast to Chen Yang; otherwise, he certainly wouldn't now be standing at the Patrol Bureau gate full of excitement and anticipation, craning his neck waiting for Feng Mu to turn himself in.

On the contrary, he would directly block the Prison Gate.

Feng Mu steps with his left leg, he blocks the left leg; Feng Mu steps with his right leg, he blocks the right leg — no matter what, he absolutely would not let Feng Mu's shoe sole step inside the Patrol Bureau door, let alone invite him into the Interrogation Room and personally snap cold handcuffs on him.

Alas, some scenes are destined to be unlivestreamable; fate, too, has no "what ifs."

At this moment Chen Yang stands with a cold face next to the Interrogation Room, observing Feng Mu's every move through the specially made one-way glass.

Inside the Interrogation Room, Feng Mu sits alone in the middle on a cold iron chair; his hands are tightly cuffed, leaving a red ring, motionless, resting on the iron table before him.

Feng Mu half-narrows his eyes, his face showing not a trace of panic; he slightly turns his head, looking exactly like a ferocious, utterly fearless villain in a drama, staring straight at that one-way glass disguised as a wall with cold, cunning eyes.

Then, the corner of his mouth curves up slightly, drawing a cold, arrogant smile, as if provoking the person hiding behind the glass, yet also as if disregarding the danger he is in.

"Hmph—"

Chen Yang coldly snorts, heavily pushes open the Interrogation Room's iron door, takes two or three steps to Feng Mu's front, looms over him looking down, his voice making no attempt to hide intense malice and mockery:

"You still look just as arrogant, same as that day, very unpleasant; too bad, today you're all alone cuffed in here, not like that day with so many people clustered around you, so what are you still smiling about?"

"Don't you understand your own situation? Then let me explain: you are now my prisoner at the foot of the steps; you wouldn't still be fantasizing that you can get out, would you?"

Chen Yang leans forward, trying to create stronger pressure on Feng Mu; he lowers his voice and says sinisterly:

"That day you said, have our Patrol Bureau help you clean up Gong Lao's corpse; hehe — I did as you said. So, aren't you curious how I helped you dispose of it?"

(End of Chapter)