Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 226 - 210: Tomorrow He Will Meet His End...

Wang Cong struggled to suppress the tension and fear in his heart. Initially, his words were a bit stuttered, but as the narrative gradually deepened, his tone also became increasingly fluent.

Meanwhile, the expressions on Qian Huan's face gradually showed more and more astonishment and peculiarity.

Half an hour later, Wang Cong walked out of the warden's office with an indescribable eerie and heavy expression.

He stood at the door for a full two minutes, as if digesting everything that had just happened, then clenched his fists, passed through the laser corridor, returned to Zone A, and directly headed to the team leader's office.

In the team leader's office, both Tian Tao and the section leader Chang Wei were present.

Chang Wei sat on the sofa, his unshaven face making him look especially haggard, with a half-finished cigarette in his mouth. He looked up at Wang Cong, his voice hoarse as if scraped by a razor blade: "You're here?"

Wang Cong quickly stood straight and saluted: "Yes, reporting to the section leader."

Looking at Wang Cong's nervous demeanor, Chang Wei saw his past self from over ten years ago. He slowly exhaled a thick smoke ring, the smoke gradually dispersing in the air, his voice carrying an indisputable coldness:

"The plan is moving up; tomorrow, I will make Feng Mu die!"

As soon as this statement dropped, the atmosphere in the office seemed to instantly freeze, the temperature seemingly dropping by several degrees, a deadly silence enveloped the room.

Chang Wei coldly stared at Wang Cong, the latter stood frozen in place as if caught by a body-freezing technique.

Chang Wei's brows furrowed slightly, casting a sidelong glance at Tian Tao.

The latter got the hint, walked over to Wang Cong, stood on tiptoe, wrapped his strong arm around Wang Cong's neck, pressing down hard, pinning him under his armpit.

With a forced smile that didn't reach his eyes, he said, "Earlier in the cafeteria, I got angry at you, but it was just an act for Feng Mu, you wouldn't really be mad at me, right?"

Wang Cong, stifled by the pressure, struggled to speak: "No, not at all."

Tian Tao sneered, his tone sarcastic:

"Good, it seems you're not too dumb, knowing I was acting to help you. So you wouldn't be foolish enough to really become friends with Feng Mu, right?"

Wang Cong strained his neck, stammering: "No, how could that be."

Tian Tao glared at him as if trying to strip his clothes bare to see through him, coldly saying: "Really not, but I see you two have been quite close these past few days."

Wang Cong lowered his head, his face pale as paper, veins protruding on his neck. His hoarse voice carried a hint of helplessness and grievance:

"I'm just acting with Feng Mu. I do all this, isn't it just to follow your orders, to better gain his trust, to better execute the plan."

Chang Wei coughed at the right moment, making Tian Tao release his grip with a cold smile. Wang Cong awkwardly stretched his neck, his posture still hunched and bent.

Chang Wei took a final drag of his cigarette, harshly extinguishing it in the ashtray, his voice profoundly deep:

"Wang Cong, don't feel guilty. The world is dirty and cruel, filled with deceit. If we want to survive and thrive, we must adapt to these rules, show our value. Most importantly, we must choose the right people to follow."

Chang Wei paused, his words fraught with meaning: "Follow the right people, and you can soar high; follow the wrong ones, and you'll be doomed."

Tian Tao chimed in: "Did you hear that? You need to follow the right people."

Wang Cong coughed a few times, responding in a deep voice: "The section leader is right, I understand, I don't want to go back to how things were. I will show my value and follow the right people."

Chang Wei lit another cigarette, and Tian Tao expertly pulled out a lighter, quickly stepping forward to light it.

Chang Wei took a hearty drag, a hint of nostalgia flashing in his eyes, then suddenly his gaze turned cold, bursting into an inexplicable nervous laughter.

The laugh was so hoarse that Tian Tao and Wang Cong couldn't tell if it was laughing or crying, only feeling a chill creeping up their spines.

Chang Wei had no intention of explaining to them, took a deep drag, and hoarsely said:

"To follow the right people, words alone aren't enough; you must take action and make a show of loyalty. Do you understand?"

Wang Cong swallowed hard, his bloodshot eyes revealing a chilling ruthlessness and determination: "I understand, Feng Mu is my show of loyalty."

Chang Wei appeared slightly dazed, looking at the stooped figure of Wang Cong filled with malice. It as if transported him through time, recalling the aroma of his friend's blood splattering on his face years ago.

"Such a nostalgic scent!"

Chang Wei withdrew his gaze, no longer looking at Wang Cong, but leaned back against the sofa, his head tilted back, staring dazedly at the nicotine-stained ceiling, muttering to himself in words inaudible to others,

"Truly, no matter how many years pass, this world remains consistently disgusting, unchanged in the slightest, hahaha—"

Tian Tao viciously looked at Wang Cong, coldly saying: "Mind your ears, what you shouldn't hear, don't listen to."

Wang Cong nodded repeatedly, a slightly ingratiating expression crossing his face as he covered his ears.

Tian Tao finally satisfied, retrieved a prepared electric baton from the office cabinet, gently placing it in Wang Cong's hand: "You know what to do, right?"

Wang Cong unhooked the electric baton from his waist, making the exchange, then carefully reattached it, muttering: "I know."

Tian Tao managed to squeeze out a fake smile: "Rest assured, once this is done, you'll be one of us; you won't have to do night shifts in Zone A anymore, and as the team leader, I will take good care of you."

Wang Cong's expression flickered: "Thank you, team leader, but actually, I quite like night shifts."

Tian Tao looked at Wang Cong as if he were a fool, sneering: "It doesn't matter; do as you please."

After a two-second silence,

Tian Tao cautiously asked: "Feng Mu has been running nonstop for days, how is his mental state?"

Wang Cong recalled Feng Mu's frequent signs of fatigue, responding gravely: "He's probably quite tired; after all, he's not made of iron."

Tian Tao pondered briefly, then turned to retrieve a small bottle from the drawer, handing it to Wang Cong, instructing softly: "Feng Mu doesn't eat cafeteria food, try to sneak this into his thermos."

Wang Cong eyed the finger-thick bottle containing a light blue translucent liquid.

Tian Tao sneered: "Relax, this is Holy Light Pharmaceutical's new Q-14 type delayed hallucinogen, colorless, tasteless, non-toxic. He won't notice it, but when he channels his inner energy, it will help him drift into an ecstatic state. Even if Feng Mu were made of iron, he'd still feel weak and limp."

Tian Tao's tone paused, a hint of reluctance in his eyes: "This one bottle would sell for 17,850 outside, rare even if you have the money. I had to pull some strings to get it; hmph, suits Feng Mu well."

Wang Cong put the glass bottle in his pocket, complimenting: "The team leader is really prudent; Feng Mu's death won't be in vain."

Tian Tao laughed heartily, slapping Wang Cong heavily on the shoulder: "Go, spend another day with your new friend, give him a good send-off, hahaha—"

Wang Cong took a deep breath, his face also breaking into a sinister smile, joining in with a "hehehe" laughter.

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