Chapter 360: Overbearing Aura Leaking, Damn It

Four hours had passed since Feng Mu voluntarily cooperated with the Patrol Bureau, meaning he had already suffered a hundred years and four hours of unjust grievance at the Patrol Bureau.

The moment his shoe sole stepped back onto the threshold of the Patrol Bureau's front desk, Feng Mu breathed the fresh air outside, feeling as if he had been reborn.

"My innocence was tainted; although Divine Detective Li Shang ultimately cleared my name, the traces of sewage remain permanently on me, causing an indelible trauma."

Feng Mu turned his head to glance behind him, a hint of reluctance flickering in his eyes; he would find an opportunity to return to the Patrol Bureau to collect his compensation for mental distress.

Chang Erbing observed Feng Mu's expression, feeling a touch of surprise in his heart; for some reason, he always felt Feng Mu's gaze was a bit strange, as if he had dropped something important.

Chang Erbing stepped forward and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Feng Mu shrugged, shook his head with a smile, and asked, "Where is Captain Li Shang? I still have time to thank him."

Chang Erbing said expressionlessly, "Captain Li has other matters to attend to, so..."

Feng Mu narrowed his eyes slightly but did not pursue the question.

He could sense a subtle change in Li Shang's attitude toward him; although somewhat puzzled in his heart, he could already guess a few reasons.

He let out a light sigh and said politely and sincerely:

"What a pity. Please tell Captain Li that Feng Mu is certainly not someone who doesn't know how to repay kindness; I will definitely visit again later to personally express my gratitude to Captain Li."

Chang Erbing nodded perfunctorily.

At this moment, two men in black suits hurried over, holding a bronze brazier, and placed it respectfully at Feng Mu's feet.

The charcoal fire in the brazier was burning vigorously; orange-red flames licked the air, making a "crackling" sound, illuminating Feng Mu's face alternately bright and dim.

He curled the corners of his mouth, his gaze sweeping over the motorcade opposite.

Those vehicles were not luxurious cars, but each one clearly bore the Prison's emblem—a black shield entwined with silver chains, the emblem gleaming with a cold luster in the air.

As Feng Mu's gaze swept over, a group of men in black suits simultaneously half-bowed their heads, their voices low yet uniform:

"Minister!"

The sound echoed on the spacious road; passing pedestrians glanced sideways, and upon seeing the emblem on the cars, their faces clearly showed a look of greater awe than seeing a luxury car.

Feng Mu was speechless in his heart, but his expression remained calm.

He looked forward; Gong Qi was spreading his arms, walking toward him quickly like a peacock displaying its tail.

Feng Mu stepped over the brazier, smiling broadly as he embraced Gong Qi, while asking lightly:

"Senior Brother, what performance is this?"

Gong Qi raised his eyebrows and replied helplessly:

"Hong Ya sent me a video of a certain TV drama last night, telling me I must use this content to welcome you today."

He lowered his voice, his tone seeming to complain yet also seem to enjoy it:

"You absolutely must not dislike it; Hong Ya might be secretly watching from the shadows right now."

Feng Mu understood instantly, the smile at the corner of his mouth deepening:

"Alright, Junior Sister is finally not satisfied with just watching dramas, and has started racing down the road of becoming a director."

Feng Mu's gaze swept over the surroundings faintly, as if searching for a figure hidden in the shadows.

Gong Qi released Feng Mu, then suddenly kicked the brazier over with one foot.

The bronze basin rolled on the ground, charcoal scattering; sparks drew a few short streaks of light in the air before extinguishing on the damp ground.

Gong Qi spat out two words with an extremely arrogant demeanor: "Jinx!"

Feng Mu muttered in his heart: a prison guard disliking the Patrol Bureau as jinxed? That's a bit too magical realist, isn't it?

But his face remained calm, as if long accustomed to Gong Qi's behavior.

He walked toward the sedan in the middle; the car door had already been opened by Jiang Li.

Song Ping'an stood by the car, his figure straight, his gaze stern, like a silent sculpture.

Feng Mu had no idea how much effort Song Ping'an had put in this morning to seize the honor of opening the car door, barely suppressing the competition from colleagues such as Jiang Li, Liu Yi, Guan Zhong, and others.

Only after Feng Mu sat down did a row of subordinates straighten their bent waists, moving uniformly and quickly into the cars.

The car door closed, the engine rumbled, and the motorcade slowly started, like a ritual, driving away from the Patrol Bureau steadily and in order.

At the entrance of the Patrol Bureau, only an overturned brazier remained, a faint flame whimpering in the wind, like a silent mockery.

Chang Erbing watched the motorcade depart with a slightly unpleasant expression, a flash of displeasure, envy, sourness, and complex emotions such as "he could be replaced by him" in his eyes.

Finally, he stomped out the brazier hard and weakly muttered:

"These days, even prison guards are so high-class? Damn it, so overbearing, damn it, damn it."

Dong Ping shared the same thought; the latter was standing by the window peeping at the scene on the street, his heart in turmoil:

"Young people are just arrogant and overbearing, but how do I feel that Captain Feng's son seems to have already risen above Captain Feng? A father not as good as his son; Captain Feng wouldn't be because of this, always..."

Dong Ping sucked in a breath of cold air, suddenly feeling Captain Feng's mind too narrow; a thought of betrayal in his heart coiled upward like a vine, growing more intense.

In a dark alley opposite the police station, several figures stood silently.

Their gazes followed the departing motorcade, expressions complex—joy mixed with strong regret, like the emptiness after an expectation fell through.

"Just like what I told Junior Brother, he came out on his own."

Zhao Zhixin yawned, lazily removing the pig face mask from his face.

"I said everyone should trust Junior Brother; there was no need to come today."

His tone was relaxed, but could not hide a trace of faint disappointment.

Yuan Xidi stood beside him, clutching the hyena mask he had just removed, his knuckles white from force.

His voice seemed squeezed from deep in his throat, carrying a twisted sickness:

"We prepared for nothing... prepared for nothing... a bunch of wastes at the Patrol Bureau!"

Hong Ya was the only one not wearing a mask; she trusted Junior Brother very much, although she felt a little regret in her heart, but not much.

Because she was fiddling with camera equipment that looked very expensive; she had recorded the wonderful moments just now and could savor them repeatedly when she returned.

"Exactly, Fifth Senior Brother Gong Qi smiled so broadly he couldn't close his mouth, a bit scene-stealing; detestable, who let him kick over the brazier? He's secretly adding scenes for himself, hum—"

Hong Ya pursed her lips, her tone carrying a hint of displeasure.

"How come the Second Prison doesn't hire female prison guards? In the end, it's because there are too few female criminals in the Nine Districts. Alas, when will the crime rate among women in our Nine Districts catch up to men?"

Her eyes rolled about, who knew what strange ideas she was scheming in her head, the smile at her mouth corner growing increasingly sly, just like a little fox.

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Chapter End