Chapter 815 - 688: Entitled to Be Called ’Nine-Thousand-Year Lord’ (Part 2)

Chapter 815: Chapter 688: Entitled to Be Called ’Nine-Thousand-Year Lord’ (Part 2)

Sure enough, upon hearing the name "Wang Cong," Feng Mu’s expression immediately turned somber, as he almost gritted his teeth and said:

"Madam! Have you forgotten what kind of face Wang Cong showed during the time when Prison Director Qian was unconscious?

He was kicking up a fuss, running around connecting with others, and couldn’t wait to..."

Feng Mu showed an unfathomable indignation at the "betrayal" suffered by Prison Director Qian, which made Qian Huan and Li Hanyu feel both moved by his "loyalty" and helpless at his "straightforwardness."

Li Hanyu had no choice but to gently persuade him, patiently explaining the pros and cons of the situation to Feng Mu, afraid that this loyal minister might act impulsively and ruin the big plan.

"...In short, Feng Mu, we understand your thoughts. We have long recognized Wang Cong’s mean character and will not be deceived by him again; we are already on guard against him.

But now, keeping him does indeed have its uses, and is done out of necessity for the greater good. Please endure for now and continue to work with him, absolutely do not turn against him at this moment."

Li Hanyu sincerely consoled, determined not to let the loyal minister’s heart grow cold.

She spoke earnestly:

"However, privately, you must keep a close eye on him for us. Should you notice any improper actions, inform us immediately!"

Feng Mu’s eyes began to redden slightly, as he tried desperately to suppress his inner indignation and unfairness, finally letting out a long sigh:

"I can endure; I only feel unworthy for Prison Director Qian, having to deal with such a scoundrel, really aggrieve Madam and Prison Director Qian, alas—"

With acting skills that penetrate deep into the marrow, coupled with the [Deceiver’s Glasses] that can distort perception, and supplemented by the loyal force field emitted by the [Proof of Undying Loyalty], the combination allows Feng Mu’s performance at this moment to possess a kind of soul-stirring infectiousness.

Every tremor in his eyes, every variation in his tone, even every rhythm in his breathing perfectly personifies a mournful atmosphere of "when the master is humiliated, the minister dies."

Li Hanyu and Qian Huan were deeply moved; their eyes involuntarily reddened slightly.

In reality, Feng Mu’s reddened eyes were not entirely due to his acting, but because a prompt that only he could see was rapidly scrolling before his eyes:

[Second Prison (Partial display might be missing)]

[Second Prison control progress updated!]

[Current control completeness: 97%→ 98%!!!]

[Event log new record:

Qian Huan voluntarily transferred signature rights to you, almost reaching the peak of power in the second prison. (Completeness +1%)

(ps: In the Ancient Era, such a move would be akin to the Chief Eunuch of the Ritual Department, wielding the power to approve with the red seal, and could be called ’9,000-Years-Old’!)]

Just a mere 2% progress bar left, success is within reach, within grasp, how could Feng Mu not be enthused to the point of having his blood rush and eyes turn red?

About 5 minutes later.

Feng Mu, carrying the carefully performed "indignation" with his real inner "excitement," left Qian Huan’s villa with a grave expression.

He walked all the way towards the Jade Garden entrance.

The villa area was still permeated with a tense atmosphere, with constables occasionally seen searching the grass.

Feng Mu glanced around slightly before retracting his gaze.

The yellow warning line at the Jade Garden entrance was already quite relaxed, covered in tire marks, but it was still not something he could afford to mess with as a mere prison guard.

The black official car belonging to the Second Prison was still firmly blocked outside the community entrance.

Beside the car, a figure stood ramrod straight, like a javelin nailed to the ground; it was Tian Xiaohai.

Upon seeing Feng Mu’s figure appear, Tian Xiaohai’s eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly ran forward a couple of steps, then opened the back door of the car, bowing slightly.

During the recent Martial Arts Joint Examination incident, Tian Xiaohai suffered serious injuries and was hospitalized for a period of time.

During that time, Feng Mu was too busy with advancing to find time to visit the hospital.

To put it bluntly, Feng Mu had all but forgotten about Tian Xiaohai’s life or death due to his busyness, but naturally he had loyal and nimble subordinates to remember such trivial matters.

Therefore, Liu Yi visited Tian Xiaohai twice on Feng Mu’s behalf and also cover all medical expenses incurred during that period.

Of course, Liu Yi delivered Minister Feng’s personal care through the Second Prison’s public account.

In Liu Yi’s words when comforting Tian Xiaohai at the time, it was heartfelt:

"Xiaohai, although your employment application is stuck with Prison Director Qian and hasn’t been fully approved yet,

Strictly speaking, the Second Prison shouldn’t be covering your expenses, it’s somewhat against regulation, but it’s because Minister Feng specifically instructed regarding your situation.

So whether you join a day early or late doesn’t affect your status as one of the Second Prison staff, this medical bill is temporarily covered by the Second Prison for you.

Once you’re healed and officially hired, you can complete the procedures later, so just rest assured and recuperate in the hospital, don’t worry about anything else."

Tian Xiaohai is a straightforward person, known for repaying kindness and having a stubborn streak.

On one hand, he is increasingly grateful and tearful for the watchful support from his adoptive father;

On the other hand, listening to Liu Yi’s words, how could he bear to remain lying in the hospital? He felt his whole body bursting with excitement, eager to immediately serve his adoptive father.

Thus, as soon as his injury stabilized and he could barely move, he hurriedly completed the discharge procedures and rushed to report to the Second Prison.

What followed came naturally.

Liu Yi once again circumvented regulations, prematurely accepted him, and provided "purpose-oriented education," intensively teaching him for two days, not about prison guard duties, but on how to become a qualified "minister’s designated driver."

He along with Song Ping’an had other important official matters to handle.

Ah, excuse me, driving the minister was indeed the most important task, but the matter was indeed something only they could handle, hence they had to temporarily find a reliable person to take over, ensuring the indispensability of the "position".

To prevent the post from being seized and occupied by Guan Chong once the matter was settled.

Therefore, this honorable interim responsibility fell upon Tian Xiaohai, who had not even completed all necessary employment procedures.

Not only this, Liu Yi specifically conducted intensive "driver etiquette" training for Tian Xiaohai before departing.

From posture, timing of opening the door, speed control to maintaining silence inside the car, everything was covered.

Tian Xiaohai was serious and exhibited strong comprehension, surprisingly mastering a few essentials in a short time.

One could observe from his perfectly maintained posture and timely door-opening action.

Feng Mu bent over, just about to sit into the car when his movement paused slightly.

In his "black and white" vision, two familiar figures quickly walked from afar along the street outside the Jade Garden, their outlines clear; they were Li Shang and Chang Erbing.

"Strange, at this time, shouldn’t Li Shang be searching for clues at the special agent’s villa crime scene? How is he returning from outside the Jade Garden?"

A faint doubt flashed in Feng Mu’s heart.

Li Shang seemed heavy-hearted from a distance, his brow furrowed and steps hurriedly approached the Jade Garden entrance.

Nearing the area, he finally noticed the Second Prison’s official car parked outside the warning line, along with Feng Mu beside it preparing to enter the car.

"Feng Mu, why are you here?"

Li Shang slightly quickened his steps and walked over.

Feng Mu smiled, took a document from his pocket, and said:

"The transfer request you sent needed Prison Director Qian’s signature, right?"

He waved the document, Qian Huan’s signature clearly visible:

"Rest assured, the signature is complete. If you urgently need manpower, I can now call Qin Liang and Bai Ye to go to the Patrol Office and assist with the autopsy."

Li Shang was fatigued, but still managed to squeeze out a genuine smile upon hearing this, expressing sincere gratitude:

"I won’t say much—thanks for this time!"

Feng Mu smiled as he put away the file, briefly gauging Li Shang’s expression, slightly furrowing his brow:

"Helping a friend should come naturally, isn’t it? Forget about saying thanks and what not.

Um... but you look quite pale, is the special agent case really that challenging? Still, remember to take care of yourself, don’t let your health deteriorate before solving the case."

Li Shang’s heart warmed unexpectedly, having woken up in the hospital, continuously receiving various "care," including high-ranking individuals, most with clear objectives, mainly focused on the case.

Yet only Feng Mu, his ever-dreaded "madman" friend, was truly concerned about his health, offering help without mentioning reciprocation.

So what if he’s considered mad?

A madman’s treatment of friends is in fact purer and more sincere; the friendship of a madman is genuinely precious and untarnished.

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