Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 323 - 307: Thoughts of Betraying Master and Ancestors, Two Sets of Rules
Everyone felt a tingling sensation on their foreheads, as if electrified. The hidden jealousy and ugliness in their eyes melted away like snow under the sun.
With his penetrating benevolence and unique charm, Feng Mu quickly infected and warmed them all.
Their gaze towards Guan Chong softened, tinged with kindness.
Yes, what’s the rush? Guan Chong is just today’s self for tomorrow. Soon enough, everyone will be like Guan Chong. Helping him is like helping ourselves!
Gong Qi watched from the side, clicking his tongue in amazement. To the naked eye, he could perceive that the team his junior brother had just formed was being rapidly united into a cohesive group.
Even though they could not yet fully call each other by name, they had already built a cohesion exceeding 99% of the teams in the world, willing to strangle others for each other.
Indeed, committing murder together is the best team-building activity to unite hearts.
Gong Qi felt gratified:
"My junior brother truly deserves the praise of being the once-in-500-year genius of the [Ronggui Sect], not only progressing rapidly in the [Blood and Flesh Initial Solution] practice, but also quickly absorbing the essence of the [Ronggui Sect]’s philosophy in such a short time."
For a moment, Gong Qi had a rebellious thought:
"Could the perennial decline in numbers of the [Ronggui Sect] be due to master’s outdated management? If my junior brother were to manage the sect’s affairs, wouldn’t our [Ronggui Sect] potentially grow into a massive sect in the near future?!!"
The sound of the elevator doors opening interrupted Gong Qi’s budding rebellious thoughts as he turned to look at the two tardy Chief Constables.
Simultaneously, Guan Chong and the others also turned their gaze towards them.
The two Chief Constables suddenly felt a chill down their spines, inexplicably uneasy at the way this group’s eyes unnerved them.
If not for the fact that they were mostly wearing Prison Guard uniforms, belonging to the same organizational unit, they might have drawn their guns in reflex.
The older Chief Constable quickly surveyed the surroundings. Upon seeing the severed head on the ground, his heart sank, and he instinctively looked towards the person in the group with the warmest smile and kindest demeanor.
He looked at Feng Mu and asked in a deep voice, "What’s going on here?"
Feng Mu sighed lightly, with a tinge of sadness on his face:
"The charred corpse downstairs is Gong Lao, a Prison Guard from our Second Prison. He committed an unforgivable crime, and the Warden sent us to investigate this matter.
And this headless body intended to kill and silence witnesses. Unfortunately, as he was leaving, we happened upon him, and when he continued to act violently, we were left with no choice but to..."
The older Chief Constable slightly frowned, harboring suspicions but inclined to believe Feng Mu’s explanation.
He had no choice but to believe, as the surrounding Prison Guards were already intuitively encircling the two Chief Constables in the center as Feng Mu spoke.
The older Chief Constable had seen the eyes of many ruthless criminals, but never had he seen such an eerie eagerness in the eyes of this group of Prison Guards.
It wasn’t viciousness or coldness, but an intense yearning, as if they harbored no malice, but instead, desired some reward from them.
It was downright terrifying!
"Sorry, we’re on a tight schedule and must return to the prison immediately to report this incident to our superiors. Please let the Patrol Office handle these two bodies."
Feng Mu spoke kindly, with a warm smile on his face, and as he did, he leisurely walked outside. The surrounding Prison Guards promptly and orderly made way for him.
The Prison Guard standing at the elevator hurriedly pressed the button, waiting for Feng Mu to step in before they followed one by one, each cautiously standing against the elevator walls, leaving ample space for Feng Mu in the middle.
As the cold elevator doors slowly closed, the older Chief Constable finally let out a long breath, slowly moving his hand away from the tightly gripped gun handle, and roughly tearing open his collar to reveal the white undershirt soaked with cold sweat.
"It’s like seeing a ghost. Do Prison Guards look at people with such terrifying eyes nowadays?"
The older Chief Constable felt like he had walked through the gates of hell, spat a thick glob onto the ground, and cursed,
"I misjudged. The one who smiles the most kindly is actually the most dangerous one."
The younger Chief Constable was also somewhat shaken and then said with a somber expression, "Just let them go, without even recording a statement?"
The older Chief Constable walked inside, squatting on the ground, carefully observing the severed head, and coldly replied:
"What else could we do? If we really tried to keep them, we both might end up here today too."
The younger Chief Constable retorted defiantly, "No way, we’re Chief Constables. It’d be hard for them to explain if they killed us. I doubt they’d dare to act."
The older Chief Constable sneered, "What wouldn’t they dare? If we ended up here, they’d say it was this headless guy who did it. They’d be seen as avenging us, and the Patrol Office would even give them a banner to thank them..."
The younger Chief Constable’s face darkened, squatting down and reaching to touch the edge of the severed head.
The older Chief Constable immediately shouted sternly, "Don’t touch, it’s poisonous!"
The younger Chief Constable’s fingers froze instantly, eyes wide as he noticed the eerie blackness at the neck, as if some toxin was spreading. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
The blood on the floor was also tainted, with the tile surface corroded into a pitted texture.
The older Chief Constable cast a cold glance at the younger Chief Constable, then squatted on the ground, took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pursed his lips, and pulled out a cigarette.
The younger Chief Constable immediately retracted his hand, took out a lighter, and lit the older Chief Constable’s cigarette.
The older Chief Constable took a deep drag, blew a smoke ring towards the younger Chief Constable, and said:
"Chen Yang, our Patrol Office has a tradition of the old teaching the new. What do you think this tradition teaches you?"
Chen Yang paused slightly. Since being assigned to the Patrol Office, he had been following this experienced old Chief Constable, but had never thought deeply about the question, perhaps finding it too obvious.
He replied without hesitation, "Isn’t it just to teach us how to handle the scene, how to chase down culprits, solve cases?"
The older Chief Constable took a deep drag, smoke billowing from his nostrils, his voice somewhat hoarse:
"Exactly, those are things we teach, but they’re just the surface. What we really teach you is the rules."
Chen Yang was surprised and asked, "The rules? What rules?"
The older Chief Constable nodded and said:
"The rules, or you might call them the game. We in the Patrol Office have two sets of rules: one we follow daily, under the guise of our official roles, needing statements and evidence. But no matter how it goes, the Truth always comes from us."
His tone paused, then he stood up, his expression filled with emotion:
"Then there’s the scenario like today’s, meeting someone just like us, under the same guise, and that calls for another set of rules."
Chen Yang pondered, nodding slightly, but still confused, he hesitantly asked, "So, what’s the other set of rules?"
