Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 367 - 351: Certain Scenes

Don’t say anything more, initially Qian Huan intended to use ninety percent of his strength to protect Feng Mu, but now, he feels that’s far from enough, he must use one hundred and twenty percent of his power to safeguard Feng Mu.

If he misses Feng Mu, he might never again encounter such a loyal spokesperson in his lifetime.

Qian Huan watched as Feng Mu’s determined steps faded into the distance, inexplicably feeling a surge of "the wind howls as the Yi River turns cold," washing over his dark, hypocritical, and selfish heart, with a scorching heat flowing through his chest.

Qian Huan took out his phone and dialed his mother’s number.

The difference between ninety percent and one hundred twenty percent is thirty percent, which is the weight of Li Hanyu, the influence of a powerful mother.

"Hello, Mom, the upper echelons of the prison system are interfering recklessly with my management of the Second Prison, the situation is like this... Umm, the person named Feng Mu just left and is on the way to the Patrol Office, I hope Mr. Wang can..."

Qian Huan briefly explained the situation to his mother, answering a few of Li Hanyu’s questions. His tone was firm and earnest, ultimately concluding in an indisputable manner:

"Yes, Feng Mu is the most reliable and loyal arm I have in the Second Prison."

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of her high-end apartment, Li Hanyu quietly overlooked the ant-like crowd on the street below, speaking softly into the phone:

"Alright, I understand this matter now."

Before this, Li Hanyu had never known Feng Mu. To her, he was just an insignificant figure, no different from the ants downstairs.

However, since Feng Mu is valued and extremely loyal to her son, this ant called Feng Mu is vastly different from the others.

In this day and age, human life is the cheapest consumable, worthless; but the loyalty represented by human life is the most expensive, something that cannot be bought even with a fortune.

Li Hanyu hung up the phone, a satisfied smile curling at the corners of her lips:

"There was once a Wang Cong, and now there’s Feng Mu, it seems my son Qian Huan is quite adept at winning people’s hearts, very good, very good indeed."

With a click, the bathroom door gently opened, Wang Xinfa emerged wrapped in a white towel, slowly approaching from behind.

He embraced Li Hanyu’s mature and graceful waist, his face, usually commanding without anger, revealed three parts hypocrisy and seven parts tenderness:

"What did Qian Huan say to you over the phone to make you so happy?"

Li Hanyu gently flicked her hair and turned around obediently, falling into Wang Xinfa’s embrace.

She didn’t hide anything, instead answering very honestly:

"I only have this one son to rely on, he’s starting to understand how to win the hearts of his subordinates, and seems to be doing quite well. Of course, I’m happy. You know, having a loyal subordinate around can really be life-saving at certain key moments."

Li Hanyu succinctly recounted the phone conversation to Wang Xinfa.

As she grew to understand Wang Xinfa more deeply, she became increasingly aware of the kind of greed and ruthlessness that lay within this man.

In the face of immense profit, this person is a ravenous wolf who will eat you whole without spitting out the bones. As long as the profit is sufficient, he wouldn’t hesitate to open his bloodthirsty maw, even for his partner.

However, as long as you can submissively feed his desires without posing a threat, he is willing to spend some energy pretending to wear a mask of false kindness, granting you various small favors.

If not, why would she, Li Hanyu be captivated by his rosy promises of a future after Qian Tong’s death, if not for that unmistakable aura of authority he possesses.

Executive Government member’s attire truly bathes in a sacred fragrance all year round. That fragrance is universally loved and praised, so much so that it can cover the stench of heaps of decaying corpses perfectly.

Li Hanyu gently leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, her slender silhouette faintly reflected by the smooth glass.

She lowered her head slightly, then lifted her eyes, with a faintly detectable smile gracing her lips, her voice soft with imperceptible request and implication:

"Qian Huan is so anxious he’s nearly on fire, please help my son, and as for you, I will certainly ’repay’ you well."

(Note: Unfortunately, 12,152 words had to be omitted here.)

In order to preserve and rescue Feng Mu’s reputation, the entire family of the prison governor Qian Huan has indeed put in great effort, but unfortunately, this part cannot be shown to Feng Mu, otherwise, he would undoubtedly offer a higher and more sincere gratitude to the prison governor Qian Huan.

Loyalty! Integrity!

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This restricted content couldn’t be broadcast live to Chen Yang, or else he wouldn’t be standing full of excitement and anticipation at the entrance of the Patrol Office, eagerly awaiting Feng Mu’s surrender.

On the contrary, he would be blocking the entrance of the prison.

If Feng Mu moved his left leg, he’d block the left leg; if Feng Mu moved his right leg, he’d block the right. No matter what, he would never let Feng Mu’s shoes step into the Patrol Office’s door, let alone invite him into the interrogation room to handcuff him himself.

Unfortunately, some scenes are destined not to be broadcast, and Destiny has no ’what if’.

At this moment, Chen Yang stood with a cold expression next to the interrogation room, observing Feng Mu’s every move through the special one-way glass.

Inside the interrogation room, Feng Mu sat alone on the cold iron chair, his hands tightly cuffed, leaving red marks, resting motionless on the iron table in front of him.

Feng Mu half-closed his eyes, his face showing no sign of panic, he slightly turned his head, resembling a rampant, fearless criminal in a TV drama, with cold, cunning eyes staring straight at the one-way glass disguised as a wall.

Then, the corner of his mouth slightly lifted, curving into a cold and arrogant smile, as if challenging the person hiding behind the glass, or showing disdain for the danger he was in.

"Hmm—"

Chen Yang snorted coldly, pushing open the iron door of the interrogation room heavily, taking a few steps to stand in front of Feng Mu, looking down at him, voice filled with undisguised malice and mockery:

"You still look quite arrogant, just as unpleasant as you did that day. Unfortunately, today you’re all alone, handcuffed here, unlike that day when you were surrounded by people. So, what are you still smiling about?"

"Are you unaware of your current situation? Let me explain it, you are now my prisoner, you can’t possibly still be fantasizing about being able to leave, can you?"

Chen Yang leaned forward, attempting to exert more pressure on Feng Mu, he lowered his voice sinisterly:

"That day you asked us at the Patrol Office to take care of Gong Lao’s body for you, hehe—, I did as you asked. So, aren’t you curious about how I handled it for you?"