Feng Mu agreed with Ma Xuan’s statent, he smiled slightly, revealing a set of neat white teeth:
"My father was the Chief Constable of the Patrol Office, so, you could say I’ve learned from observation, I understood a truth early on: so seemingly despicable and simple thods never go out of style!"
Feng Mu paused for a mont and continued:
"Most importantly, you can always trust that the eyes of the judges in this world are truly sharp, and never disappoint us, right?"
Ma Xuan’s face turned completely dark, deeply understanding this, otherwise, the Second Prison wouldn’t have been overcrowded for years, eventually attracting Bright’s coveting.
Many thoughts ran through Ma Xuan’s mind. He didn’t continue to tangle over false accusations with Feng Mu but suppressed his anger and calmly said:
"Feng Mu, is it really necessary to go this far?
I can see that you’re a smart person with ambitions, so, I think you must understand that Prison Chief Qian Huan is basically in a deadlock now, he’s not going to last long in this position. By then, when he leaves, it will be very difficult for you to get by in the Second Prison."
Ma Xuan had thought of siding with the Prison Chief before, he even made so attempts secretly, but he hadn’t expected the situation to change so drastically, so now he’s wavering, having a bit of a thought to lean back towards the prison system.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have just stepped up to stop the Internal Inspection Departnt from taking Lou Rui away.
In the end, Ma Xuan has never been truly loyal to Zhou Hu or Qian Huan. He isn’t loyal to any side; he is loyal only to himself.
Whichever side seems to win, that’s where he’ll lean!
Feng Mu, in fact, appreciates Ma Xuan’s approach; it’s not a stupid one. The difference between him and Ma Xuan is that Ma Xuan wants to be on the winning side, whereas Feng Mu ensures that wherever he sits must win!
He shrugged his shoulder and sighed heavily:
"You’re a good person, even in your situation, you still think about . Unfortunately, from the mont you sat in here, you had no choice."
Ma Xuan frowned: "What do you an?"
Feng Mu said indifferently: "Don’t get wrong, I’m not trying to force you. I just think your good brother Zhou Hu might make the right choice for you."
Ma Xuan stared at Feng Mu fiercely, his voice hoarse: "What did Zhou Hu do?"
Feng Mu is not omnipotent; he cannot monitor everyone’s actions, but he understands the ugliness of human nature.
He shook his head with a smile:
"I don’t know what Zhou Hu will do, but I think he will certainly do sothing. You should know your good brother far better than I do, so why don’t you guess what he might do?"
Chills ran down Ma Xuan’s spine, and an extrely bad premonition floated in his heart. His face turned pale, and the two arms handcuffed to the chair began to struggle violently.
Under extre tension and force, the skin on his wrists was cut by the iron cuffs, with bright red blood slowly seeping out and dripping onto the cold floor.
Feng Mu looked at him, his lips curled into an intriguing smile: "It seems you really do know Zhou Hu very well, to guess the answer so quickly?"
Dong, dong, dong—
At this mont, there was a dull knocking sound on the iron door of the interrogation room, Liu Yi walked in holding a phone.
It was Ma Xuan’s phone, temporarily confiscated before entering the interrogation room. The phone was buzzing, with [Wife] blinking rapidly on the illuminated screen as it vibrated.
Ma Xuan stared at the phone, suddenly ceasing his struggle, feeling as though his heart had leaped to his throat, dry-mouthed, wanting to answer the call yet also filled with an unstoppable fear.
Feng Mu waved his hand lightly, and Liu Yi quickly stepped forward, respectfully handing the phone to Feng Mu with both hands.
Feng Mu took the phone, glanced at Ma Xuan, and said with a half-smile:
"Your wife is calling to check on you. Want to answer? It’s strange, you seem very nervous?"
Ma Xuan’s breathing beca heavy and rapid, his lips tight, finally squeezing a word through his clenched teeth: "Answer!"
Feng Mu swiped the screen, turning on the speaker, and a woman’s tender and worried voice ca through:
"Hello, honey, I just saw on the news that sothing happened at the Second Prison; are you okay?"
Hearing his wife’s voice instead of soone else’s, Ma Xuan’s heart sank back into his stomach, adjusting his breath, he rasped:
"I’m fine; I’m on duty at the prison tonight, might have to stay overnight, so I won’t be coming ho."
The woman on the other end didn’t sense anything unusual in her husband’s words, rely responding softly:
"Oh, okay, hold on, soone is knocking at the door, I’ll go open it."
Ma Xuan froze, but before he could react, he heard the sound of the door lock turning over the phone, followed by a conversation with a strange man:
"Is this sister-in-law? I’m a colleague of Ma Xuan at the Second Prison. Sothing ca up at the prison, and he might be too busy to co ho these days. I happened to be nearby, so I brought so stuff for him."
The woman didn’t show much surprise. The benefits at the Second Prison have always been good, and colleagues occasionally help deliver goods ho. She naturally replied:
"Oh, so many boxes?"
"Yes, besides so routine synthetic food, there are also two boxes of milk powder. The Prison Chief heard that sister-in-law recently had a baby, so he specifically asked to bring it over; it’s a token of his heart. The stuff is quite heavy, let help move it inside?"
"Oh, that’s really kind of you. Well, I’m on the phone with Ma Xuan now; why don’t you say a few words to him? I’ll get you a glass of water."
"Oh, sure, sister-in-law..."
Ma Xuan’s face turned paper-white, heaving heavily, listening to the increasingly clear voice of the strange man on the phone, his cheek muscles twitching.
"Deputy Director Ma, I’ve safely moved all the stuff to your ho. Everything at ho is fine; you don’t need to worry. Sister-in-law is very hospitable, treating well. I’ll leave after sitting for a bit."
Ma Xuan clenched his jaw, struggling to keep his voice calm, though it inevitably carried a slight tremor:
"Who on earth are you? I don’t know you!"
The man on the phone seed a bit surprised, his tone carrying a hint of doubt:
"Huh? The Prison Chief asked to co over; he said your work has been hectic, and you might not be able to tend to your family as well. He asked to check if there’s anything needing help at ho. Didn’t he ntion this to you?"
Ma Xuan was about to grind his teeth into dust, he took a deep breath and in a low voice said:
"I don’t care who you are, leave my house imdiately."
The voice on the other end surprisingly complied without resistance:
"Okay, I’ll leave right away."
The sound of footsteps gradually moving away ca from the phone....
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