The two Prison Chiefs received a note, completely unaware it was a death warrant. They appeared deeply grateful, endlessly expressing thanks, which even made Lou Duan’s heart soften a little.
After the two left.
Lou Duan sighed, quickly returning to his study. With practiced ease, he retrieved a USB drive from the drawer, inserted it into the computer, and entered a triple-verified password.
"Welco back, esteed Bronze mber."
The golden pop-up on the screen made Lou Duan’s lips curl slightly upward.
Back then, he didn’t receive such treatnt; at that ti, he was just a regular mber.
However, after generously donating several tis to the "construction fund" of this website, his mbership level was elevated.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to further upgrade his mbership, but further upgrades require more than just donations; they require eting other conditions as well.
(30 tasks posted, 5 tasks accepted...)
He stared at his personal dashboard: 3/30, 0/5.
At this mont, the chat window automatically popped up, and the familiar [Clown] avatar began bouncing cheerfully.
Lou Duan was long accustod to this 24/7 online custor service.
Day or night, [Clown] was always online, always responding instantly, as if living in the network 24/7.
However, Lou Duan did not think too much about these details. To him, as long as the website could help him kill, nothing else mattered.
Familiar process, familiar paynt.
Lou Duan swiftly uploaded the information of the two Prison Chiefs. After completing the review, he provided a crucial address to [Clown].
Then, he eagerly typed:
[Request 24-hour expedited processing, I can pay extra!]
[Clown] replied with a smiling face.jpg.
Gong Qi held up his cara phone. Due to the limitations of the candid angle, he could only capture the scene of Lou Duan entering the study and operating the computer, without knowing exactly what he was up to on the computer.
However, this did not trouble Gong Qi.
Now that he knew the physical address, hacking into the opponent’s computer was a piece of cake for him.
His long fingers danced over the tablet, and a minute later, Lou Duan’s computer screen was projected in real-ti onto his tablet.
The eerie dark-red website made Gong Qi’s eyes light up:
"Murder website? Interesting....."
Gong Qi didn’t log into the "Libra" site but instead watched Lou Duan’s computer screen silently like a ghost while morizing the "Libra" site’s URL.
"I’ll try to log into this site when I get back, and maybe Junior Brother will be interested too." Gong Qi thought to himself.
"The two Prison Chiefs just exited the elevator and are heading to the parking lot. Should we act now?"
Song Ping’an’s urging voice broke Gong Qi’s train of thought.
For others, they might have rushed downstairs to kill by now just to complete Feng Mu’s task as quickly as possible.
But Gong Qi didn’t just pursue speed in his tasks; he was a perfectionist.
Like playing a ga, he never aid for a speedrun but for a 100% complete, fully collected, fully hidden perfect ending.
At this mont, he stared at the dialogue records between [Clown] and Lou Duan on the tablet, and a bright idea suddenly sparked in his mind, sothing both clever and amusing.
Unlike ordinary tools, this was Gong Qi’s strong initiative.
This strong initiative sotis created better effects, bringing unexpected surprises, but sotis it only brought unexpected issues.
It tested Gong Qi’s ability and Feng Mu’s control.
"No rush, there’s still ti before dawn. Let’s quietly follow them first."
Gong Qi grinned with a sinister curve, like a viper, and excitedly said,
"Since Station Chief Lou has thoughtfully selected a burial site for them, why not do them a favor?"
Song Ping’an frowned. He didn’t like to complicate matters, which would undoubtedly increase the risk.
However, since Gong Qi was leading this mission, he was in charge.
Gong Qi glanced at the others, able to read their thoughts from their expressions.
"Even though they doubt, because Junior Brother put in charge, they’ll follow my orders completely, even if reluctantly. Tsk tsk... These guys revere Junior Brother like a god~"
Gong Qi was a bit envious of Junior Brother’s skill in this aspect and wanted to learn it.
Inside the car.
The phone vibrated twice slightly.
Feng Mu received two text ssages.
One was from Song Ping’an, detailing the changes during task execution, not as a tattletale but as a ticulous report, striving to make the minister aware of every detail.
The other was from Gong Qi, much simpler, mainly just an address, concise as a delivery order.
Feng Mu put down the phone, with no visible emotion on his face.
In his eyes, the two subordinates with drastically different personalities were neither superior nor inferior; it depended on how he used or controlled them.
Feng Mu’s lifeti combined with the previous life’s managent and people-controlling experience wasn’t much. However, thanks to unknowingly upgrading to advanced [Culinary Skill (33/1000)], he did well whether driving downward or managing upward.
Feng Mu had never cooked a al but had trained his culinary skills to an advanced level, which was quite sothing.
Much like wielding a knife, people managent follows a similar logic.
Like the knives of a chef, each has its suitable use: big knife, small knife, at cleaver, boning knife, fruit knife...
You can’t use a bone cleaver to carve radish flowers, nor use a fruit knife to chop ribs.
The key lies in... knowing the blade and using it well!
"The current problem is I don’t have enough bone-cleaving knives that can crush hard bones!"
Feng Mu thought about his knives: Song Ping’an, Jiang Li, Guan Chong, Liu Yi, and others from the Internal Inspection Departnt. All were loyal, but lacking fighting capability, only barely suitable as fruit knives.
"Hopefully, once I fully control the Second Prison and activate the Base Vehicle, I can solve this tricky problem.
At worst, so ’famous knives’ would be a nice addition!"
Feng Mu’s thoughts wandered a bit, then he smiled slightly and turned to Liu Yi, giving an address.
"Let’s go and have a look!"
"Yes!"
Liu Yi had no hesitation, didn’t ask further, and directly started the vehicle, speeding towards the destination.
.....
Forty minutes later, on the edge of Zone 9, in a newly developed building area with a low occupancy rate.
The brand-new apartnt blocks stood like newly carved coffins on the ground, waiting for their owners.
Two Prison Chiefs got out of the taxi.
These two weren’t entirely foolish, knowing that to hide, they must conceal their whereabouts. So they decisively abandoned their own car midway and took a taxi.
After getting out of the taxi, they cautiously walked into the building complex, glancing around nervously, finding no one around, eerily silent.
"Quite secluded."
The one on the left rubbed his hands, the white breath condensing in the cold night air,
"Except for Station Chief Lou, no one would find this place in a short ti."
"Yeah, Station Chief Lou is a great leader. Do you think Zhou Hu absconded to escape punishnt, and the Patrol Office couldn’t catch him, maybe because Station Chief Lou hid him?"
The two exchanged glances, feeling like they had uncovered a warm hidden truth, chuckling foolishly as they walked into the building.
They took the elevator to the corresponding floor.
The one on the right entered the electronic lock password, the cold tallic light reflecting his smug smile.
With a light "click," the heavy "coffin door" slowly opened...
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