In Zhou Hu’s mind, taking others’ belongings, even drinking their blood and eating their flesh, wasn’t wrong. On the contrary, to live like a human in this world, that’s what you had to do.
Therefore, taking others’ things isn’t wrong; the mistake is having to spit them back out. "Cannibalism" isn’t wrong; the mistake is "being eaten"!
Most villains are like Zhou Hu; he allows himself to do whatever he wants to others without limits, but absolutely cannot accept others doing the sa to him.
At this mont, Zhou Hu’s face was distorted, his temples thumping like drums. He indeed felt a bit afraid inside, but more than that, a surge of fury was about to explode from his chest.
He barely suppressed his emotions and casually said a few soothing words to his wife:
"Where are you now? Are you safe?"
Zhou Hu’s wife’s voice was choked with sobs, still carrying the remnants of fear:
"They’ve already left, it’s just now. I’m currently at..."
She quickly glanced around, her voice trembling as she confird:
"They didn’t take far, I’m still in our neighborhood, just in another unit’s underground garage. I’ll head ho now..."
Upon hearing his wife’s response, Zhou Hu felt even more furious:
"They kidnapped soone and didn’t even change locations? That bastard Feng Mu thinks he can surely pin down!"
Zhou Hu took a deep breath, speaking darkly and lowly:
"Don’t go ho. I’ll have soone co to get you and arrange a safe place for you first...."
Zhou Hu quickly gave a few instructions, ignoring his wife’s naive advice, then hung up the phone. He bit his molars hard, speaking with a sinister tone:
"Feng Mu, is it? Fine, very good! Since you dare to play this ga, don’t bla for being rude. If you dare to touch my family, I’ll send your entire family off first, ha-ha——"
Zhou Hu wouldn’t appreciate Feng Mu’s keeping his word to release his wife; he would only think that Feng Mu didn’t dare to tear the ticket, a timid and weak behavior.
Zhou Hu called Gao Yan, but the line couldn’t get through.
His brow furrowed deeply, forming a deep knot.
He then turned to the computer, searching for Feng Mu’s employnt record in the prison system’s internal database.
[Feng Mu’s Personal File]
One-inch Photo: FengMu.jpg
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Fist Power: Level 11.2
Attack Speed 7.3 frequency
Skill 5.1 stage
.....
Zhou Hu’s gaze moved downward, quickly scrolling the screen, and finally stopped at the bottom of the file, where Feng Mu’s family background and address information were recorded.
[Family Background]
Father: Feng Ju
Occupation: Patrol Office Chief Constable
Civil Ranking: D
Mother: Wang Xiuli
Occupation: None
Civil Ranking: Blank People
Sister: Feng Yuhuai
Occupation: Eighth Academy freshman
Civil Ranking: Unregistered, has not taken the civil exam.
[Address Registration]
Ho Address: Zone 9, XXX Street, XXX Community.
Zhou Hu licked his dry lips, muttering to himself in a cold, mocking tone:
"So Feng Mu’s father is a Chief Constable in the Patrol Office. What a pity, the headlines calling for your capture aren’t involving your father; otherwise, the drama of righteousness prevailing over family ties would be more thrilling."
Zhou Hu’s face was grim; he couldn’t help but suspect Feng Ju would cover for Feng Mu.
Zhou Hu pondered for a mont, then picked up his phone, aiming the cara at the screen, and took several photos before editing the information to send it to a number.
In less than half a minute, the phone screen lit up, a string of numbers calling back.
Zhou Hu took a deep breath, slowly answered the call, his voice extrely low:
"Hello, it’s . You got the photos, right? There are three nas on it... Once it’s done, I’ll find a way to get your brother out of Second Prison."
The dim living room was in complete disarray, the couch overturned on the floor, several pieces of furniture at odd angles.
On the floor, a noticeable bloodstain had already coagulated, scattered with so paper docunts and daily items, and a head that seed to have been gnawed by a beast.
A plastic slipper was stepping on the head, belonging to a slightly stooped bald man in a loose-fitting old man’s shirt, exuding a foul stench.
The bald man listened to the voice on the phone, his mouth curving upwards to reveal a mouthful of jagged black teeth:
"The photo shows three people, but my brother is only one — the count is wrong. No, you can only pick one."
From the other end, Zhou Hu responded unceremoniously:
"If you want to reunite with your brother, then you need to ensure these three can also get together. That’s the number; I think there’s no issue."
The bald man blinked slightly, then chuckled dryly twice, "Alright!"
After the call ended, a man rummaging through drawers nearby looked up curiously:
"Captain, another mission from above?"
The bald man smiled as he answered, "No, this ti it’s not from above; it’s a private job I took."
A team mber sitting close, who overheard parts of the call, asked with so dissatisfaction:
"A private job and the number doesn’t match, who has the guts to take advantage of us?"
The bald man’s face showed no anger. He squatted, mumbling incoherently:
"The idiot on the phone doesn’t know our true identity, so we can’t fully bla him.
But it’s okay, once we’re done with this job, get my brother out, we’ll let this fool and his wife reunite, and the count will add up."
Sensing this, the working team mbers nodded in agreent and gave the bald man a thumbs-up.
Continuing to slurp an "ice cream," the bald man tossed the phone to a team mber beside him, instructing:
"Go check the identity information of these three people, see if there’s anything unusual."
The team mber with glasses took the phone, skillfully hacking into Zone 9’s archive system.
In just a few minutes, his fingers danced across the keyboard, successfully retrieving several people’s brief archive information.
"An ordinary Chief Constable, a typical housewife, and a college student. From the archives, they seem to have no issues."
The team mber frowned, then added,
"By the way, this family also has a citizen exam dropout nad Feng Mu, but recently he was just employed at Second Prison."
The bald man casually instructed the team mber to check, not taking it to heart; a re Prison Chief shouldn’t have grudges with anyone significant.
If not for the terrible impact of prison break-ins, which might attract unwanted attention, he wouldn’t have let his worthless brother be imprisoned.
Finishing off the "ice cream," the bald man discarded the cleaned head with a light toss, watching it embed into the ceiling with a spin.
"Alright, take a couple of days off first, then settle this deal, hmm, let’s start with this woman."
The bald man, acting on a whim, randomly selected a na from the phone.
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