Chapter 514: Feng Mu's Method of Steady Victory

Lu Chenjia stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the figure below carrying a gourd, surging into the crowd like ants.

His narrowed eyes flickered with a complex light behind the lenses, as if scrutinizing a familiar collectible.

"Unfeeling and unrighteous, ambitious, very clever, and not slow to react, just a bit too radical in action, and his manner of eating is not very pleasant…."

But this is not a flaw, after all, when he first entered the group back then, he was also like this.

Twenty years ago, disguising it as revenge, he who cut off the heads of his respected superior's entire family of five, was not also like this?

"Hah—"

Lu Chenjia vaguely saw his own past shadow in Wang Cong, and a hint of sentiment appeared on his face as he muttered to himself:

"Being radical indeed easily invites backlash, but if not radical, not snarling with a mouth full of blood, how can one deserve the slices of meat thrown by those above?"

But times are different now; he is already seated firmly at the table, and he must maintain elegance in his manner of eating.

"It's not that it cannot be considered, but we must observe and wait a bit more…."

Lu Chenjia was not in a hurry to express his stance.

"However, I can make a move to probe everyone's reactions."

Lu Chenjia was no longer the greenhorn of those days; now he is quite deep in scheming.

He looked toward the secretary pushing the door open and said faintly:

"Notify the Security Group, cancel the handover with Shi Wuming, and send someone else to protect him."

The secretary was also an old-timer who had followed Lu Chenjia for a long time; upon hearing this, he understood Lu Zong's meaning, hurriedly bowed and withdrew to arrange it.

Wang Cong walked by the roadside and hailed a taxi.

Unlike the grand entourage when traveling with Feng Mu, he preferred to come and go alone.

After all, besides Feng Mu, Wang Cong was unwilling to have anyone follow him, as it would disturb the warmth of being alone with his parents.

The taxi slowly pulled over, and he clumsily climbed into the back seat.

The cramped space forced him to remove the gourd that was as tall as a person and carefully place it beside him.

The gourd and its master sat side by side; the driver caught a glimpse of this through the rearview mirror, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

When he saw Wang Cong fastening a seat belt for the gourd, he quickly looked away, and his fingers gripping the steering wheel stiffened slightly.

For this job, it was best to see less and say less.

"Go to the Second Prison."

After telling the driver the destination, Wang Cong silently untied the gourd's mouth and took out an old-style button phone from inside.

Within the white sand inside the gourd, several spare phones of different models could still be vaguely seen.

His thumb danced quickly over the buttons, and the edited message disappeared into the screen as the "Send" key was pressed:

——Lu Zong's attitude is ambiguous; also, Li Hanyu is dissatisfied with me.

Less than ten seconds later, the phone vibrated slightly in his palm.

——Very good, keep it up.

Inside the prison, Feng Mu and Wang Cong were outwardly harmonious but inwardly discordant, a relationship fostered single-handedly by Prison Warden Qian Huan.

Now, Prison Warden Qian Huan had fallen.

But Feng Mu and Wang Cong decided to continue this relationship beyond the prison.

After all, Feng Mu was not a god and could not control every person in the chess game like a puppet.

The complexity of the chess game lies in that everyone thinks they are a chess player, but in reality, everyone is a pawn.

Everyone is caught in the game, and no one can truly transcend the chessboard to overlook the whole situation, not even Feng Mu.

But Feng Mu's cunning lies in that, at the beginning of the chess game, while all the pawns were still distinguishing friend from foe, he had already secretly placed a dark piece marked 【Own People】 beside every pawn.

The chess game is chaotic, and the scales of victory and defeat may swing left and right.

But he truly guarantees a win!

"What happened again?"

Chang Erbing looked at Feng Mu, who was fiddling with his phone with his head down, and asked.

"It's nothing, good news from the hospital; Prison Warden Qian is temporarily out of danger."

Feng Mu put away his phone and said with some joy on his face.

Chang Erbing opened his mouth, originally wanting to chat about something else with Feng Mu.

For example, your father is not a good person, spreading rumors about Captain Li all over the Patrol Bureau, deserving death.

But upon second thought, considering Feng Mu's current worried situation, out of friendship between friends, and out of "respect" for the few small yellow croakers in his pocket, the words on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back.

Chang Erbing came to the Second Prison with Captain Li to solve the case, and this order was personally issued by Councilor Wang, with a time limit requiring them to solve the case within three days.

The two of them were brought into the Second Prison by Secretary Hou personally, and as soon as they entered, Feng Mu hurriedly led them to the crime scene.

And on the way, they received a secret and enthusiastic welcome.

When those few small yellow croakers heavily fell into the palm, Chang Erbing and Li Shang simultaneously broke out in a cold sweat on their backs.

The two exchanged glances and saw the same terror in each other's eyes—could the friend before them be the culprit of the explosion case?

Fortunately, Feng Mu's next words were not asking them to help cover up the crime, but rather "Prison Warden Qian Huan has shown me kindness as heavy as a mountain; please be sure to find the culprit, I will surely cut him into ten thousand pieces, blah blah blah" and the like.

The two of them were seeing Feng Mu like this for the first time; they saw him gnashing his teeth, his eyes red, his whole body emitting a chilling killing intent, as if he would go mad and kill someone the next second.

The two of them thus believed Feng Mu and repeatedly assured that they would surely find the real culprit.

Mainly Li Shang's assurance, after all, he is a Divine Detective!

At this moment, Li Shang stood at the explosion scene, and his thoughts were complex and hard to express.

On one hand, he had indeed tasted the sweetness brought by the title "Divine Detective," being able to constantly improve, but on the other hand, he was also burdened by the name "Divine Detective."

Nowadays, whenever a major case occurs, he is always the first one pushed out to "put out the fire," standing at the forefront of the storm.

However, the tricky part is that this explosion case was not designed by him, and he also cannot easily pull out a scapegoat, so how should this case be solved?

Li Shang fell into contemplation.

Hou Wendong stood in the corridor at the Gate, a long length of ash already accumulated on his cigarette at his fingertip.

He had not followed into the Crime Scene; he did not understand Case Solving, and rather than go in to Add Chaos, he might as well Quietly Wait for the result.

But what truly made him stop was that lingering fear he could not shake off.

On the original Schedule, after the Press Conference ended, his Next Stop was Qian Huan's Office.

So close—just that little bit—and he might have ended up lying in the Hospital just like Qian Huan.

The ash suddenly fractured, scattering onto his black Leather Shoes.

Only then did Hou Wendong realize that this was already the third time recently that he had Brushed With Death.

"Kidnapping once, the School once, today is the third time... I must not have been Targeted by some Dirty Thing, right?"

Hou Wendong was a man who believed in science, but recent events had forced him to become superstitious.

"Or maybe I should listen to Ma Bin and Ward Off Evil to Ward Off Bad Luck?"

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