Trust is a very luxurious thing; it often needs to be tested through life and death.
Coincidentally, what Feng Mu and Qian Huan lack the least is the test of life and death—forty-four tis, a number enough to move even Death to tears.
Feng Mu’s face turned solemn as he said in a deep voice:
"Rest assured, Prison Director Qian has given the grace of recognition and regards as his right-hand man; how could I not repay him with my life?"
Li Hanyu stared intently at Feng Mu, as if trying to peer into his eyes.
However, what she saw was a pair of clear and bright eyes, the sincerity in which made one want to trust him involuntarily.
Li Hanyu was silent for a long ti before lowering her voice dramatically and saying gravely:
"What if mber of Parliant Wang Xinfa extends an olive branch to you next?"
A trace of surprise flashed across Feng Mu’s face at the right mont; he thought without hesitation:
"If Mr. Wang can offer the right price, then of course I would accept."
It’s just unclear how Mr. Wang would price it.
Theoretically, the price Mr. Wang could offer would be ten tis better than Li Hanyu’s.
But being able to offer it doesn’t an he will.
Feng Mu had a premonition:
"mber of Parliant Wang Xinfa holds a high position and wields many pawns in his hand; I’m probably just entering his sights now, rely a trivial character unlikely to be considered by him."
"But Li Hanyu is different; in a situation where she has no one else to rely on to protect her son’s hard work, she might very well place all her bets on ."
Choose a shrewd politician or a desperate gambler?
Feng Mu took a deep breath, mimicking Guan Chong and others who were willing to die for him, pounding his fist against his chest, and said fiercely:
"Madam, there’s no need to worry. I’m just like an ant on the ground, never knowing such high-profile figures like Mr. Wang."
"The little success I’ve made in the Second Prison, I owe entirely to Prison Director Qian’s recognition and promotion."
As he spoke, Feng Mu turned his head and looked at the operating room with deep emotion.
The shards of glass had been completely removed from Qian Huan’s body, the wounds were mostly stitched up, and tubes and dications were inserted all over.
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Feng Mu slowly turned off the [Blood Bar Deceit Eye], and this ti, the alarm in the operating room didn’t go off.
Heaven has rcy; Qian Huan’s sliver of life force was stabilized.
Li Hanyu took in all of Feng Mu’s deeply emotional gaze, her mind filled with thoughts:
"My son excels at managing people, and this Feng Mu is indeed soone who knows gratitude."
Unlike that Wang Cong, who hurriedly glanced around the hospital and left quickly under the pretense of having urgent matters...
Feng Mu withdrew his gaze and looked at Li Hanyu once more, swearing with utmost seriousness:
"With Prison Director Qian’s life and death uncertain, I, Feng Mu, swear that I will do my utmost to guard the Second Prison for him, and protect the ’Octagonal Cage Beast Fighting Plan’ as if it were my lifeblood.
Should I break this oath, may my dearest father and sister die horribly, and may I be consigned to the abyss forever, with no place to bury my bones."
This vicious oath was so cruel that even the seasoned Li Hanyu’s pupils contracted slightly.
Li Hanyu’s smile beca a bit more genuine as she raised her hand to brush off nonexistent dust from Feng Mu’s shoulder and advised:
"Very well, my son Qian Huan hasn’t misplaced his trust. Go back to the Second Prison; report to imdiately if anything happens..."
Finally, Li Hanyu said aningfully:
"Do not underestimate yourself; you must know, even an ant, once it grows wings, can fly to the sky!"
Feng Mu nodded heavily once more, took a reluctant glance at the operating room, and then quickly left.
Li Bashan followed in silence, standing like an iron tower at the entrance of the VVIP corridor.
Feng Mu didn’t say much to Li Bashan; the senior brother was always supportive of his junior brothers and sisters, a quality that Feng Mu particularly admired. The only reminder needed was:
"Rest assured, senior brother, I’ve already inford the martial arts school; little senior sister will co to the hospital to bring you food later."
Li Bashan’s face instantly blossod with a simple and satisfied smile.
My junior brother understands !
As he passed through the corridor, Feng Mu stopped in front of another VVIP ward.
Through the slightly ajar door, he saw Shi Wuming weakly lying on the bed.
The person was already awake.
As expected from an expensive modified body, its life force was incredibly strong; the doctor rely replaced the leaking battery pack, successfully saving his life.
As for the other injuries, they were only treated simply, with none of the damaged and scrapped implants being replaced.
At this mont, the blown apart bones and broken nerve links were piled up on the bedside like an exhibit.
Replacing these implants would cost money, and Shi Wuming was lying there with no one willing to pay for it.
Li Hanyu, angry at his failure to protect, wouldn’t waste money on this either.
If it weren’t for the hope of extracting so clues about the perpetrator from him, Shi Wuming would have been sent to the junkyard already.
Yes, natural humans or Calamity Corpses, when dead, are sent to the incinerator.
When a modified body dies, it belongs to the scrap electronics category and should be sent to the junkyard.
Shi Wuming was content with this; he didn’t trust these quack doctors in the hospital. Compared to doctors, he trusted the chanics in Bright Group’s repair shops more.
After surviving, he’s already contacted a familiar chanic.
The chanic was straightforward and had already ordered replacent parts for him. He would co for the "repair" as soon as the parts arrive tomorrow morning.
After tomorrow, he would be as lively and good as new again.
"Indeed, flesh is just a burden," Shi Wuming thought to himself.
Of course, the cost wasn’t cheap; he signed a huge debt to the Group online, a debt with a beautiful na—"Bright Loan!"
Shi Wuming’s perception was still sharp; noticing soone peeking outside, he imdiately turned his head to look.
Their gazes t in the air, Feng Mu and Shi Wuming both squeezed out fake smiles while murder intent filled their hearts.
With debts piling up, Shi Wuming wanted more than ever to exchange Feng Mu’s life for money.
He thought, "Tomorrow night, I’ll use you to get money."
Feng Mu seed to guess Shi Wuming’s thoughts, and a cold smile crept into his heart:
"Not every tomorrow arrives as promised."
Li Hanyu watched Feng Mu leave, then turned her head back to look at the scene inside the operating room.
A mont later, a contemplative look appeared in her eyes as she quickly took out her phone from her pocket, her slender fingers gliding gently across the screen, searching her contact list.
Imdiately, she dialed several numbers one after the other.
As soon as the first number connected, Li Hanyu directly asked:
"Tell everything you know about Feng Mu, in all its detail. Leave nothing out.
I must find out whether there are any conflicts between him and my son Qian Huan, no matter how trivial; do not hide anything from ."
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