At the sa ti.
Feng Mu also received two phone calls from friends, one from forensic doctor Bai Ye and the other from Li Shang.
Although they were just new friends and the calls were brief, they were full of warm concern.
It goes to show that whether friends are sincere depends on your ability to touch their hearts. Clearly, Feng Mu excelled in this regard.
The only downside is....
Feng Mu hung up both calls, then looked up at Qian Huan sitting behind the explosion-proof glass wall.
His tone was as bland as a glass of cold water, simply repeating the contents of the calls.
Finally, he paused, looked at Qian Huan, and concluded with a faint tone:
"My friends really misunderstand . Do I look like soone who would kill a person and take their head as well?"
Qian Huan, who was staring at the files in his hand, looked up at Feng Mu upon hearing this.
His expression was serious, filled with trust towards Feng Mu:
"Hmm, indeed, I also don’t think you have such a bizarre hobby!"
Hearing this, Feng Mu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but Qian Huan changed course, with a hint of aning in his tone:
"Then who could have done it?"
The question sounded casual, but Feng Mu caught a note of probing from Qian Huan’s gaze.
He didn’t respond, just scratched his back, and a few cards silently slipped from his sleeve, sliding into the crevice of the sofa cushion.
Throughout, Feng Mu’s expression remained as calm as a stone.
Qian Huan didn’t mind, looking back at his computer screen, opened an email; it was the case report on Zhao Xing’s accidental death.
Qian Huan’s eyes glided over the lines, his expression shifting from pensive to almost appreciative.
"Decapitated by a falling object, a bizarre accident..."
"Tsk tsk, Zhao Xing, truly unlucky. How can there be such... fortunate accidents?"
Watching Qian Huan nod in admiration, occasionally glancing at him aningfully, Feng Mu could only sigh inwardly, deciding not to bother explaining further.
My friends have such deep-seated prejudices against !
Feng Mu, expressionless, sarcastically thought:
"Since I didn’t kill the person, then who did, perhaps... killed to silence?"
Qian Huan didn’t mind Feng Mu’s silence; his trust level towards Feng Mu was almost maxed out.
Plus, he was in a particularly good mood today, because the online opinion about Second Prison, or rather about him, was quietly reversing.
"It’s true, sacrifices I’ve made won’t be in vain."
Qian Huan murmured, scrolling through web pages with light finger movents on the mouse.
The cold light of the screen reflected on his face, accentuating his joyful smile.
As he skimd through online content his smile grew wider, marveling:
"In just a few days, the public opinion was thoroughly muddled, this is the terror of influential figures manipulating from the shadows, turning tides with a whim. Compared to this, a few deaths, or missing heads, are nothing but childish play."
Qian Huan felt that in recent tis, his mindset, vision, and outlook had matured imnsely.
"And I too have taken a seat at that table, so sooner or later, I will beco such a figure. Now, all that’s missing is a press conference to end this farce for good."
With swift thoughts, he glanced at the rugged sky beyond the high walls, seemingly seeing a glimr of victory.
His voice was deep and slow, carrying a sense of significance:
"The dawn has arrived."
Feng Mu watched Qian Huan quietly, his eyes as deep as a bottomless ancient well.
Hearing these words, he tily displayed a smile, echoing sincerely:
"Yes, the dawn is breaking at Second Prison."
Qian Huan’s gaze lingered on Feng Mu for a mont, his smile growing more satisfied.
He leaned back in his leather chair, fingers gently tapping the desk, producing a rhythmic "thud-thud" sound as if setting the tempo for the ensuing conversation.
"I rember you ntioned you have a sister studying at the Eighth Academy, right?"
Qian Huan’s tone was gentle and casual, as if they were discussing family matters,
"So, how did she rank in the Martial Arts Joint Examination?"
Feng Mu’s face imdiately lit up with a smile, like a proud brother boasting about his sister.
His eyes softened, his tone nurturing:
"She participated, and luckily passed a few rounds, seems to have entered the finals."
Qian Huan raised an eyebrow, a bit surprised:
"Oh? Didn’t expect your sister to be a martial arts prodigy."
Feng Mu’s smile remained gentle:
"Indeed, my sister has been the center of attention since she was young, destined to be in the spotlight, hehe—"
Qian Huan nodded, turned his gaze to the screen, typing lightly on the keyboard to bring up a schedule.
His tone shifted to a formal, commanding one:
"Well then, Second Prison will hold a press conference tomorrow morning, with dia presence, and Secretary Hou needs to be invited. Secretary Hou was discharged early today and needs to first attend an event at the Eighth Academy on behalf of Mr. Wang."
"Originally, I planned on Wang Cong handling this, but since that’s the case, you’ll go, it’s a chance to cheer on your sister. Then, after the exam ends, invite Secretary Hou on my behalf for tomorrow morning’s news conference at the Second Prison, alongside inspecting the Second Prison’s operations."
Feng Mu had no objections, standing up while smoothing out the sofa wrinkles:
"Understood, Prison Director Qian, I’ll ensure Secretary Hou attends."
Shi Wuming, standing in the corner remained silent, blending into the room.
His indifferent gaze swept over Feng Mu’s departing figure like a temperatureless blade.
This morning, he received a ssage from the organization—his mission was nearing its end.
In two days, a new security team would replace him.
Clearly, Qian Huan’s importance in President Lu’s eyes increased significantly.
This elevation directly triggered the imminent staff overhaul, promising a more "elite" security team.
Though unexpected, the complexity of emotions Shi Wuming felt was palpable.
Never did Shi Wuming expect Qian Huan to persevere through turbulent tis, seemingly on the verge of winning this life-or-death ga.
Unfortunately, Qian Huan had a low opinion of him, and he couldn’t stay longer.
At least, he could earn so extra cash before leaving.
His gaze retracted, eyes masking a deadly intent:
"In these two days, I’ll send you on your way, consider it my parting gift to Second Prison."
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