This kind of laughter, so calm that it’s infuriating, this way of pushing soone into a corner with seemingly logical reasoning, it’s very much like...
Zhou Hu gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from between his clenched jaws: "Feng Mu, is it you? Are you in my house?!!"
The voice on the other end of the phone continued to drift over, carrying a teasing yet dangerously calm tone:
"Who’s Feng Mu? You can’t just pin a na on recklessly, it’s not friendly to or Feng Mu, you know, falsely accusing soone can be deadly!"
Zhou Hu originally wanted to say sothing, but upon hearing the word "dead" floating lightly from the receiver, it felt like a heavy hamr striking his heart, leaving his tongue pressed down as if by a thousand pounds of iron, making it hard to produce a sound.
There’s no mistake, it’s this tone, Zhou Hu wasn’t well-read and couldn’t accurately articulate this feeling, but he was certain in his heart; this unique reasoning tone was Feng Mu’s.
Zhou Hu had t many people in his life, honestly, he’d seen crazy ones, manic ones, but never soone like Feng Mu...
He seems mad, but he makes sense; he makes sense, but he seems mad!
Zhou Hu was silent for a long ti, ultimately having to accept Feng Mu’s suggestion. He took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and said in a deep voice:
"If you’re not Feng Mu, then who are you? Why are you in my house?"
The other end of the phone imdiately responded with a faint laughter:
"I’m just soone who enthusiastically helps friends, as for why I’m in your house, you shouldn’t ask , but rather ask yourself, what have you done today?"
The blue veins on Zhou Hu’s temples twitched, a few streaks of unbelievable dark lines appearing: "???"
Getting a bad person to reflect on what bad things they did today is like forcing a failing student to check which math problems they got wrong, it’s incredibly hard.
They either think they’re all wrong or think they’re all right!
Feng Mu also realized that his question was a bit unreasonable, so he kindly gave a hint:
"Friendly reminder: you still have to birth your own child, you can’t just adopt soone else’s child, don’t you think?"
Zhou Hu suddenly understood, realizing where the problem was, and cursed Ma Xuan in his heart:
"Big brother, I’m just helping you look after the child for two days, and you don’t trust enough that you let soone co to my house and interfere?"
Ma Xuan wasn’t actually that bad, he just wanted Feng Mu’s help in finding his child, not expecting Feng Mu’s thod of search would be so unconventional.
Zhou Hu would naturally not admit any wrongdoing, pretending to be puzzled as he spoke into the phone:
"I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’ve been at the Second Prison all day, didn’t leave, how could I have taken soone else’s child? Besides, why would I take soone else’s child?"
Feng Mu wasn’t a judge, wouldn’t cross-examine Zhou Hu with evidence, he was a kidnapper now, and kidnappers only speak in terms of ransom, how the victim’s family gathers the ransom wasn’t his concern.
He chuckled lightly:
"I have sothing to deal with tomorrow morning, so I don’t leave you much ti, in any case, whether you did it or not, I hope you find a way and help my friend retrieve his child."
Zhou Hu was furious, feeling the person on the other end was being unreasonable, just as he was about to argue, the words that followed made him feel like he was falling into an icy abyss:
"By the way, I heard from a friend that not long ago you helped find the nephew of a close subordinate, it seems they finally had a family reunion?"
"I’m soone who loves seeing family reunions, those scenes always move to tears."
"So, I hope tonight I can witness the warm scene of you and your wife reuniting as a family, okay?"
Zhou Hu’s scalp tingled, his grip on the phone stiffened due to tension, his fingertips trembling slightly.
His lips moved, yet he didn’t know how to answer this unsolvable question: "Should I reunite or not reunite?"
This question, with Zhou Hu’s reading comprehension, was truly beyond his grasp.
Feng Mu didn’t force it this ti, he didn’t mind not hearing Zhou Hu’s answer, he turned and said warmly to Zhou Hu’s wife:
"Then we’ll trouble you to join us for a midnight snack, as soon as my friend’s child returns ho, we’ll send you back right away, don’t be afraid, you have to trust in your husband’s abilities, hehe—"
Guan Chong heard this and helped the woman up roughly, causing the woman to let out a painful cry.
Seeing this, Feng Mu frowned slightly, pretending to be angry:
"Be gentle with her, don’t make us look like bad guys. Co, lady, don’t be afraid, wipe your tears, be good..."
The woman stifled a sob in her throat, not daring to cry anymore, afraid of having a gun silenced her.
She took the tissue Feng Mu handed over, chanically wiping away the falling tears, her voice trembling slightly:
"Thank, thank you!"
On the other end of the phone, Zhou Hu’s cheeks twitched, his face turned ashen, emotions swirling inside him, inexplicably feeling as if he were being cuckolded, with a green light flashing above his head.
Feng Mu maintained gentlemanly deanor, softly and politely saying: "No need to thank, lady."
At the sa ti, Feng Mu didn’t give Zhou Hu another chance to speak, casually hanging up the phone.
On the other end, listening to the dial tone, Zhou Hu’s mind uncontrollably conjured up all sorts of filthy images, he took a deep breath, with barely any hesitation, dialed a number.
The mont the call connected, Zhou Hu spoke urgently, his voice brimming with urgency:
"Imdiately send Ma Xuan’s child back ho."
The person on the other end, Gao Yan, didn’t imdiately comprehend, asking in confusion: "Brother, what did you say?"
Zhou Hu’s voice rose a few notches, reiterating the command, rage in his tone:
"Quickly, don’t delay for even a second, act imdiately, quick! Quick! Quick!"
For a grown male being, the risk of being cuckolded is more terrifying than death, at this mont, Zhou Hu’s execution ability soared to max level.
.....
Inside the Douqiong Martial Arts Hall, the air was filled with a faint scent of sweat and food.
Hong Ya, in the middle of her training break, was eating and browsing her phone simultaneously.
Suddenly, her eyes widened in shock, the evening news on the phone screen capturing all her attention.
Her mouth gaped open, her chopsticks fell onto the table, she didn’t even bother eating, recently her jaw had grown slightly sharper due to intense training, and now her face was instantly covered in a layer of frost.
Hong Ya shot up and urgently ran towards her master’s room, shouting:
"Master, junior apprentice brother is in trouble, we have to get ready, we’re going to break him out of jail."
The several senior brothers and sisters who were also eating just frowned slightly at the first half of the sentence, their chopsticks not pausing.
But upon hearing the second half, they all simultaneously put down their chopsticks, their eyes lighting up brightly.
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