Chapter 383: The Sky of the Second Prison Is About to Brighten

At the same time.

Feng Mu had also received two phone calls from friends in succession, one from Forensic Doctor Bai Ye, and one from Li Shang.

Although they were both new friends he had just made, and they hadn't spoken much on the phone, they were full of heartwarming concern.

So, whether a friend is sincere toward you depends entirely on whether your methods of making friends can reach into the other person's heart; obviously, Feng Mu had done this flawlessly in this regard.

The only bad thing was...

Feng Mu hung up the two calls in succession, then immediately raised his head and looked toward Qian Huan sitting behind the explosion-proof glass wall.

His tone was as bland as a cup of cool boiled water, and he concisely repeated the contents of the phone calls.

Finally, he paused for a moment, raised his eyes to look at Qian Huan, and summarized in a meaningful tone:

"My friends really misunderstand me too deeply. Do I look like someone who would kill people and then casually take their heads away?"

Qian Huan had been looking down at the documents in his hands; upon hearing this, he raised his head, his gaze lingering on Feng Mu for a moment.

His expression was serious, and his mouth was full of trust in Feng Mu:

"Mm, indeed, I also think you don't have this kind of strange collecting habit!"

Hearing this, Feng Mu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but Qian Huan changed the subject, his tone carrying a hint of meaning:

"Then who would have done it?"

These words sounded like a casual question, but Feng Mu read a hint of probing in Qian Huan's gaze.

He didn't respond, just raised his hand and scratched his back, and several playing cards silently fell from his cuff, sliding along the smooth back of his clothes into the crevice of the sofa cushion.

And Feng Mu's expression remained as calm as a stone from beginning to end.

Qian Huan didn't mind; he lowered his head to look at the computer screen, opened an email, which contained the case closure report on Zhao Xing's accidental death.

His gaze slowly swept over line after line of text, and the expression on his face gradually changed from thoughtful to one of near admiration.

"A falling object from a great height severed the head, a bizarre accident..."

"Tsk tsk, Zhao Xing, you're really unlucky. Tell me, how can there be such a... coincidental accident in this world?"

Feng Mu observed Qian Huan praising while occasionally glancing at him sideways, feeling quite speechless in his heart, but too lazy to explain further.

My friends' prejudices against me are really too deep!

Feng Mu remained expressionless, but coldly sneered in his heart:

"Since the person wasn't killed by me, then who could it be? Could it be... killing to silence?"

Seeing that Feng Mu didn't take the conversational bait, Qian Huan didn't mind either; his trust in Feng Mu was now nearly maxed out.

Moreover, he was in quite a pleasant mood today, because online public opinion regarding the Second Prison, more precisely regarding him, was quietly reversing.

"That's right, the flesh I cut from my body will ultimately not be cut in vain."

Qian Huan muttered softly, his fingers lightly sliding on the mouse, opening one webpage after another.

The cold light of the screen reflected on his face, making his smile look especially pleasant.

Qian Huan opened a webpage, browsing the online content; the more he looked, the higher the corners of his mouth turned up, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

"In just a few days, public opinion has been completely stirred up; this is the terror of big shots hiding behind the scenes, manipulating hearts, overturning clouds and covering hands with rain. Compared to this, killing a few people or losing one or two heads is nothing more than children playing house."

Qian Huan felt that during this period, his mindset, vision, and perspective had all grown by leaps and bounds.

"And I have already sat at that table, so sooner or later, I will also become such a big shot; now all that's missing is a press conference to completely end this farce."

Qian Huan's thoughts turned quickly; he turned his head to look at the bumpy sky outside the high wall, as if he had already seen the dawn of victory.

His voice was low and slow, carrying a hint of meaning:

"The dawn of daybreak has already arrived."

Feng Mu quietly watched Qian Huan, his gaze deep like an ancient well with no visible bottom.

Hearing these words, a smile bloomed on his face at the right time, and he echoed with a few genuine feelings:

"Yes, the sky of the Second Prison is about to brighten."

Qian Huan's gaze stayed on Feng Mu's face for a moment, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became even more satisfied.

He leaned back in the genuine leather chair, his fingers lightly tapping the tabletop, making rhythmic "thud thud" sounds, as if beating time for the upcoming conversation.

"I remember, you seemed to mention before that you have a younger sister at No. 8 Middle School?"

Qian Huan's voice was gentle and casual, as if chatting about family matters,

"How is it, what is her ranking in the Martial Arts Joint Examination?"

A smile immediately appeared on Feng Mu's face, looking very much like a brother proud of his younger sister.

His gaze softened a bit, and his tone carried a hint of indulgence:

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"I participated, and by luck passed a few rounds — seems I've made it into the Quanquan finals."

Qian Huan's eyebrows raised slightly, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face:

"Oh? I didn't expect your younger sister to be a Martial Dao genius."

Feng Mu's smile remained gentle:

"Yes, my younger sister has been quite noticed since childhood, naturally as if she was born to live at the center of the stage, hehe—"

Qian Huan nodded, turned his gaze to the computer screen, and his fingers lightly tapped the keyboard a few times, calling up a schedule.

His voice became formal, carrying a hint of a commanding tone:

"Then let's do this: the Second Prison will invite some media to hold a press conference tomorrow morning; Hou Mi needs to be invited to attend then. Hou Mi was discharged from the hospital early today and needs to first go to No. 8 Middle School to attend the event on behalf of Councilor Wang."

"I originally planned to let Wang Cong handle this matter, but since that's the case, you go; coincidentally, you can cheer for your sister, and then, after the Joint Examination concludes, you invite Hou Mi on my behalf to attend the Second Prison's press conference tomorrow morning, and by the way inspect the Second Prison's work."

Feng Mu had no objection; as he stood up, he also smoothed out the wrinkles on the sofa:

"Understood, Prison Warden Qian; I will invite Hou Mi."

Shi Wuming standing in the corner remained silent, as if he were some kind of appendage of the room.

His gaze indifferently swept over Feng Mu's departing back, like a knife without warmth.

This morning, he had already received word from the Group—his mission was about to end.

In two more days, a new Security Team would take over his position.

Very Obviously, Qian Huan's importance in Lu Zong's eyes had risen by more than one level.

This rise directly spurred the personnel changes to come, and the new Security Team was undoubtedly a more "top-tier" presence.

This was unexpected, leaving Shi Wuming with a somewhat complex taste.

Shi Wuming truly hadn't expected that Qian Huan would actually grit his teeth and survive these days of surging undercurrents, even seeming poised to win this life-or-death Chess Game.

Unfortunately, Qian Huan didn't think well of him, so he could no longer stay.

Fortunately, before leaving, he could still earn a bit of Side Income.

He withdrew his Line of Sight, cold killing intent in his eyes:

"I'll send you on your way within These Two Days, counting it as a parting Gift I leave for Second Prison."

Chapter End