Chapter 509: The Best Superior Should

The deafening explosion abruptly halted the press conference, and the playground instantly plunged into chaos.

Everyone was startled by the deafening explosion, and they looked up toward the violently shaking windows upstairs.

The prison guards who reacted cried out in alarm, pointing at that window in disbelief:

"It's Prison Warden Qian's office!"

As they spoke, several prison guards immediately rushed toward the main building.

But faster than everyone was Li Bashan, who had received Feng Mu's order; he stomped the ground fiercely, his whole body soaring into the air like a cannonball, and in the next second he flew over ten meters, clinging to the window.

He was seen tearing the window with bare hands, and in one motion in and out, he jumped back carrying a mass of bloody, mangled flesh.

"Quick, quick, quick, Prison Warden Qian still has breath, hurry and send him to the hospital for rescue."

Feng Mu stepped forward in a single stride, his fingers trembling as he probed toward Qian Huan's breath.

If those two holes, half-sliced off by glass shards and spraying blood foam outward, could still be called a nose.

Feng Mu lowered his head; behind the lenses' concealment, a pair of pupils manifested rotating magatama of eerie strangeness.

Qian Huan 【17/417】

The three-layer blast-proof glass still played a huge role, blocking most of the explosion impact, yet it also became the most fatal secondary injury.

Logically speaking, Qian Huan, being neither parasitized by a Curse of the Evil Sacrifice nor scientifically reconstructed, with merely ordinary Martial Dao strength, suffering such severe trauma would basically be certainly dead.

But, who let him have a loyal and devoted subordinate.

Under the gaze of the Blood Bar Ghost Eye, Qian Huan's life was turned into a blood bar.

(【Blood Bar Ghost Eye】: Activating this Secret Art, you can see the opponent's blood bar; the cost is that during the Secret Art, both your and the opponent's bodies will be datafied, gaining immunity to all lethal attacks, and death only occurs when the blood bar clears to zero.)

Although the blood bar was also dropping rapidly, once the blood bar returns to zero, he would still die.

Feng Mu's fingertip quietly seeped a drop of black blood, silently permeating into Qian Huan's ruined body.

In the past when he used 【Grand Feast】, he would always thoroughly kill the target first before bestowing new life, beautifully named "Graceful Conversion".

But this time was different; he didn't want Qian Huan to revive from death, he only wanted to hang on to the last breath for his good superior.

The best superior should be like a dead person, but not truly dead.

Because if truly dead, a new one would be swapped in.

So, this time it wasn't grace, merely a simple blood transfusion.

Perhaps, blood transfusion is the correct usage of 【Grand Feast】, and that "kill first then save" method of grace is actually the extreme erroneous usage?!!

Feng Mu transfused blood bit by bit, truly bit by bit in the genuine sense.

Barely replenishing Qian Huan's blood bar to 【30/417】, it stopped rising; it was truly a "single thread" of blood in the genuine sense.

Feng Mu's love for his superior was stingy to the extreme, yet his face displayed extreme anxiety, but without the panic of being at a complete loss, still commanding the scene.

Feng Mu shouted sternly:

"Where's the prison doctor? Hurry over and bandage Prison Warden Qian to stop the bleeding, what are you standing there dazed for?"

"Liu Yi, you go drive the car; Secretary Hou, please contact the hospital to make preparations."

Feng Mu's speech was rapid, shocking the stunned crowd awake.

The prison doctor only then stumbled forward; Hou Wendong took out his phone and nodded.

Deng Jia Jia's on-the-spot reaction was absolutely top-tier, and among the reporters she was undisputedly number one.

While Feng Mu commanded the scene, she commanded the cameras to film Feng Mu.

The lens tightly followed the heart-stopping rescue footage:

Li Bashan's burly frame charged out like a war chariot, cradling the bloody, mangled Prison Warden Qian.

Feng Mu followed close at his side without leaving an inch, his left hand from the side steadily supporting Qian Huan's back of head the whole time, as if using all his strength to help the Prison Warden breathe a little more smoothly.

Deng Jia Jia directed a close-up pull-in.

Feng Mu's cuffs were soaked through with fresh blood, blue veins bulging on the back of his hand.

Anyone watching through the screen could see the bond between Feng Mu and Prison Warden Qian transcending ordinary superior-subordinate relations; that blazing emotion looked not like rescuing a superior, but like guarding the most important existence in one's life.

Indeed, to a certain extent, in Feng Mu's eyes, what he held in his hand wasn't Qian Huan, but clearly the activation key for the "Base Vehicle" to subsequently control the Second Prison and launch the plan.

Before the TV monitoring screen, Li Hanyu's face turned deathly pale with a "shua".

She covered her mouth in horror, her legs going weak uncontrollably.

Until she saw in the close-up lens Qian Huan's bloody, mangled face, she suddenly sprang up as if electrocuted, barefoot rushing toward the door.

"You haven't put on clothes!"

Wang Xinfa clamped down on her wrist in one grip, the force pinching a crimson mark on her wrist.

He wore a gloomy expression as he fastened his trouser zipper, not even bothering to comfort his trembling lover, grabbing his coat and striding out quickly.

The elevator lights cast a cold, sharp reflection on his lenses.

The 【Eight-Cornered Cage Beast Fighting Plan】 had become a crucial gear in his political map, absolutely not allowing anyone to destroy it.

Several possibilities flashed through his mind rapidly:

"Is it the prison system not giving up, or an opposing councilor obstructing me from expanding influence through this — who is it, who did it?"

Wang Xinfa wasn't a Divine Detective; he couldn't guess the answer for a moment.

The driver who had been waiting immediately slid the black sedan to the door; as the secretary bowed and opened the car door, the swirling haze in the councilor's eyes was clearly visible.

"Summon Li Shang to see me immediately."

He sat in the back seat, voice gloomy and chilling,

"Also, I want to know the first moment whether Qian Huan can be saved."

The secretary nodded like pounding garlic, dialing the phone while gesturing to the driver.

The driver understood instantly, driving at high speed toward the Executive Government.

Wang Xinfa slightly closed his eyes, already pondering the worst-case scenario — assuming Qian Huan cannot be saved, who to choose to replace Qian Huan's position so as to continue pushing the subsequent plan unaffected.

This replacement must be obedient enough, must have sufficient ability to keep the Prison under control and prevent further chaos, must be smart enough to handle the pressure that could come from all sides, and……

Must also receive the Guangming Group's nod of approval.

Wang Xinfa sifted through face after face in his Nao Hai, yet could not pick out a single one who fully met the Conditions.

Just as his Train of Thought was in turmoil, a certain young face on the TV suddenly Flashed through his Nao Hai, but was immediately struck down by him:

"Too green."

Wang Xinfa muttered to himself,

"No foundation, qualifications still shallow, even if ability is not bad other aspects are still far from qualified."

Suddenly, a name surfaced in Wang Xinfa's Nao Hai, he narrowed his eyes, and Muttered:

"Transferring him back would be qualified enough, just Don't Know if the Guangming Group side is willing to nod."

Although Qian Huan still had a Silk of breath left and had not yet breathed his last, Wang Xinfa was already implementing the remedial plan as if this person were dead.

The Councilor's Cold/Ruthless heartlessness simply makes one's heart turn cold.

Unlike Feng Mu, who made a Mother rushing to the Hospital in haste, hands and feet ice-cold, on the verge of collapse, feel that there is still a Silk of warmth of true human feeling in this world……

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