Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 597 Nobody knows how to give gifts better than me.
Unbeknownst to him, Venom had been training for 8 hours.

A settlement notification popped up on Feng Mu's retina:
[The Metamorphosis of Life and Death, the Threefold Dissolution of Flesh and Blood]
Proficiency +233
Current level: Beginner (233/1000)

[A Thousand Entwined Silks - Three Stages of Flesh and Blood Dissection]
Proficiency +178
Current level: Beginner (178/1000)

[Seven Kill Fist: Flesh and Blood Dissection]
Proficiency +365
Current level: Intermediate (1825/2500)

[Soul-Chasing Step: Three Dissections of Flesh and Blood]
Proficiency +313
Current level: Intermediate (1012/2500)

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Venom's training emphasizes imparting knowledge evenly, using all the martial arts techniques carefully taught to him by his father, each one priceless.

Venom will never show favoritism, nor will it be fickle.

Everyone needs to be trained, and everyone needs to be treated equally.

Old exercises should be reviewed daily, and new exercises should be understood as soon as possible.

Venom successfully masters the Thunder Kick.
[Venom learns the secrets of the Star-Reaching Hand]
[Food substitute effect triggered]
[You have learned Thunder Kick, currently at the beginner level (133/1000)]
[You have mastered the "Star-Picking Hand" skill, currently at the beginner level (189/1000)]
The father and son looked at each other and smiled, Venom's eyes brimming with joy.

The only slight problem is that I'm learning more and more martial arts skills, and I can't keep up. I really can't keep up.

But Venom didn't find this "burden of love" suffocating at all; on the contrary, it enjoyed it immensely, even feeling incredibly happy about it.
He gladly accepts everything his father gives him, and the more his father gives, the more he feels the warmth of being surrounded by his father's love.

As for not being able to keep up with the training?

That's just a minor annoyance that comes with happiness.

Ultimately, it all comes down to my limited natural talent!

With that thought in mind, Venom threw himself even more into his intense training, and the "poof" sounds within his body took on a cheerful rhythm.

Venom wanted to continue his training, but Feng Mu had to stop him.

"That's enough for today. You can relax for a while now."

Feng Mu glanced at his watch, calculated the time, and realized it was almost time to leave.

Venom stared longingly at Feng Mu.

Relax?

What it is?
The word simply doesn't exist in His dictionary (which mainly consists of snippets of Feng Mu's writings and rocking horse rhymes).
He hasn't even been a month old yet, how could He relax, how dare He relax?

Sensing Venom's emotional fluctuations, Feng Mu was both amused and exasperated.

These were all things He subtly taught Venom, which Venom accepted very well, but it was too cowardly, so cowardly that even Venom was a little afraid of it.

He wanted to tell Venom to learn to balance work and rest, but after thinking about it, he felt that things were best as they were now.

When children are developing their values, their foundation should be laid in an extreme way.

Thinking this, Feng Mu picked up the refrigerated display case from the table, opened it, and said quietly to Venom:
"Dad misspoke. It's not about relaxing. Dad has a more important task for you, and you'll have to take a few days off from your training. Are you willing?"

Upon hearing this, Venom nodded vigorously, his large eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Feng Mu then smiled and continued:
"Then you must emerge from the shadows and temporarily reside within this head. During this time, you must remain hidden until..."

Feng Mu began to explain the details of this special mission in detail, and Venom listened intently, afraid of missing a single word.

For Him, being able to share the burdens and difficulties of His father was far more meaningful than simply cultivating Himself.

Venom reluctantly detached itself from the shadow, slowly seeping into the severed head...
Having broken free of the shadow symbiosis, Venom could feel that his mediocre talent for cultivation had plummeted again.

Venom was extremely frustrated, but then a sudden inspiration struck him: this might not be such a bad opportunity. Since he had already parasitized a brain, couldn't he use it for... fantasy-based cultivation?!

Even if it's just a head that's already dead!

With a "click," the lock on the refrigerator closed.

Feng Mu picked up the box and glanced down at his suddenly lonely shadow at his feet.

To be honest, he was even more reluctant to part with him than Venom.

Venom is drawn to Shadow because Shadow bestowed upon Him martial arts talent, even though this talent may seem insignificant to His father.

Feng Mu's reluctance stemmed from the loss of an experience cheat that allowed him to cultivate automatically around the clock.

"If only the venom could split into two after it parasitizes the shadow!"

A thought flashed through Feng Mu's mind, then he picked up the refrigerated display case, pushed open the door, and went out, muttering to himself,

"I really went to great lengths to create this gift, and I hope Li Hanyu will appreciate its value!"

In the corridor, the members of the Internal Inspection Department were already lined up and waiting, their expectant eyes all turned to them.

Facing such a scene every time he went out, Feng Mu always had the illusion that an emperor was choosing his concubines. Who to bring or not to bring became a choice that needed careful consideration.

Feng Mu's gaze swept across everyone's faces, and he casually pointed to Gong Qi, Liu Yi, and Jiang Li.

The three chosen individuals were immediately overjoyed, their eyes sparkling with excitement;
Those who were not selected could not hide their frustration, but they still maintained an upright posture.

Watching this scene, Feng Mu couldn't help but shake his head inwardly. It was a sweet burden to have subordinates who were too enthusiastic and put their hearts into him.

This sincerity easily makes him feel inexplicably guilty.
Fortunately, he was a villain and was used to feeling guilty!

Feng Mu smiled gently and handed the refrigerated box to Gong Qi.

Liu Yi and Jiang Li immediately stepped forward to clear the way. When Feng Mu stepped out of the gate, the car was already parked steadily with the door respectfully open.

It's hard to say how many times Jiang Li and Liu Yi secretly rehearsed this seemingly ordinary pick-up and drop-off process.

"Let's go, let's go greet the warden!" Feng Mu ordered casually.

Jiang Li and Liu Yi exchanged a knowing glance; in their hearts, Feng Mu had long been the warden of the Second Prison.

No matter who sits in the warden's office of the Second Prison in the future, the true master of this prison will always be, and can only be, the Minister.

This is not only their belief, but they also firmly believe that it is the common sentiment of all their colleagues in the Second Prison and even all prisoners today.

If anyone has a different opinion, then the only option is to ask him to keep Qian Huan company.

"Yes!"

The two spoke in unison, but silently added two words in their hearts.

Needless to say, Gong Qi was a man who shared a secret with his junior brother, and his heart was unknowingly bound to his junior brother.

The vehicle drove smoothly along the road at a moderate speed.

We arrived at Li Hanyu's villa at exactly 22:00 PM.

Li Hanyu was very welcoming of Feng Mu's arrival, at least outwardly he was very happy.

After briefly observing the villa's guards and layout, Feng Mu followed Li Hanyu to the innermost bedroom.

Feng Muxian looked closely at the fish tank for a while, a restrained sadness appearing on his face, but not much.

That would seem more realistic, since Qian Huan had been in the fish tank for several days. If he continued to act overly sad, it would seem like he was overacting and hypocritical.

Li Hanyu gently closed the door slightly and spoke in a low voice: "I originally wanted to recommend you to Councilor Wang. I thought he would consider you because of me. So, with a little effort behind the scenes, you have at least a 30% chance."

As a result, Councilor Wang flatly refused without hesitation. He already had a chosen candidate in mind; he wanted Du Changle to be parachuted into the Second Prison.

Li Han sighed, her eyes filled with sincere apology:

“Associate Wang has made up his mind, and his words left me no room for maneuver. I dare not say anything more. If I continue, it will not only be of no use, but may also bring trouble upon you.”

Feng Mu listened quietly, his face showing a hint of disappointment, but more so an apologetic expression that said, "I've troubled you, Madam."

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and a strange crimson glint flashed in his eyes beneath the lenses. He silently memorized the three words "Du Chang Le" in his heart.

—Could this person be the mastermind behind the mysterious attack a few days ago?
Feng Mu has no evidence, but does he need evidence?

Just as Du Changle could send someone to assassinate him and Wang Cong based on a single thought, he could also add this name to the death list based on a single suspicion.

Even a brilliant detective needs to exercise "free judgment" when solving cases.

Feng Mu only needs to write people down in his notebook—"I've written you down!"

Li Hanyu observed Feng Mu's expression and continued:
"I've met Du Changle. He appears amiable on the surface, always smiling, but in reality, he's a complete wolf in sheep's clothing, with a deep mind and ruthless methods."

Moreover, he is a trusted confidant whom Councilor Wang personally promoted. If he were to secure his position as warden of the Second Prison, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Li Hanyu didn't elaborate on the specifics of how unimaginable it would be, leaving only a sufficiently chilling blank space.

She was waiting for Feng Mu's reaction, waiting for Feng Mu's statement.

"Madam, there's no need to worry. I'll go and kill him!"

Feng Mu didn't ask any further questions and answered without hesitation.

Whether it was out of personal motives or loyalty, Li Hanyu was satisfied with Feng Mu's answer.

The most trusted person by Li Hanyu is a loyal dog who can kill and only uses killing to solve problems.

Therefore, Li Hanyu reassured Feng Mu in the opposite way:
"Don't get agitated. Du Changle is, after all, one of Councilor Wang's men. Killing him would be difficult to resolve."

"Don't worry, I have my own methods. I will never let Du Changle take the position of warden of the Second Prison. In fact, the prison system has already temporarily rejected Du Changle's appointment."

Feng Mu showed a look of doubt at just the right moment.

Li Hanyu said mysteriously:

"It was Lou Duan who recommended another person at an internal meeting of the prison system. It doesn't matter who this person is; he was just pushed out to compete with Du Changle, with the aim of leaving the position of warden temporarily vacant."

Li Hanyu paused, then said meaningfully:
"As long as the position of warden of the Second Prison remains vacant, we still have a chance, and you still have a chance!"

Feng Mu seemed to completely believe Li Hanyu's words, nodding heavily, then belatedly added:

"I see. No wonder Madam kept Lou Duan around before; it was all for this reason!"

Seeing that Feng Mu's reaction was still stuck on the previous step, Li Hanyu couldn't help but laugh:
"You deserve some credit for this as well. If you hadn't handled it properly, Lou Duan might not have been able to cooperate so well."

Li Hanyu did not intend to deceive Feng Mu; on the contrary, she trusted Feng Mu completely.

But this doesn't contradict her making empty promises to Feng Mu and using some underhanded tactics.

Or rather, it was precisely because of this trust that she felt comfortable using Feng Mu that she was even more determined to keep him hooked by the promise of money.

Trust is trust, and tactics are tactics; they should not be confused.

Trust is built on the foundation of "availability" and "controllability".

The wrist is a necessary means to ensure that this "usability" and "controllability" are maintained in the long term.

No one really believes that someone like her would be completely honest with others, let alone with a dog.

As for what happens after Qian Huan wakes up and returns to his position as warden, will Feng Mu have other ideas?

It's alright. She won't let Qian Huan mistreat Feng Mu. She'll compensate Feng Mu in other ways.

Even if a dog can't get the fattest meat, it can still be fed a bone with the most leftover meat!
Li Hanyu felt she had a real knack for training dogs.

She not only wanted to use Feng Mu, but also wanted to make Feng Mu continue to be her son's most loyal dog after Qian Huan woke up, so that her son could completely control the Second Prison.

Feng Mu was unaware of the painstaking efforts Li Hanyu had made to tame him, and he didn't bother to speculate.

After spending some time with him, he had a general understanding of Li Hanyu's personality.

In short, Qian Huan's mother was a woman who was suspicious to the core and had a mind of 800.

However, Feng Mu didn't need to analyze every single step of Li Hanyu's calculations; he only needed to be certain of one thing:
Everything Li Hanyu did was ultimately for her son Qian Huan, and that was enough.

Thus, Feng Mu's task became clear: simply deliver a carefully prepared and generous gift to Qian Huan, and then wait for the abundant rewards to fall into his hands.

It's like spreading a blanket under a tree, waiting for the ripe fruit to fall on its own.

Feng Mu gently shook the refrigerated storage box in his hand, and Li Hanyu, as expected, took the bait and asked:
"what is this?"

Feng Mu supported the bottom of the box with one hand and deftly pried open the buckle with his thumb.

Strands of chilling white air leaked out, revealing a human head frozen white inside.

Li Hanyu's pupils contracted sharply, but she did not panic excessively.

A strange smile appeared on Feng Mu's face, and he said in a low voice:
“I promised the warden that I would send him the head of the man on the [old tree on the grave] as a collectible.”

"[An old tree on a grave]?!!"

Li Hanyu's mind raced, and she immediately remembered the name.

If she remembered correctly, the instigator of the initial crisis in the Second Prison was this [old tree on the grave].

The whole problem started with that online post by [Grave Old Tree]!
Moreover, the rumors circulating in District 9 these past two days about the "air tax" were also sparked by this person.

"This person is truly hateful and deserves to die!"

Li Hanyu snorted coldly.

Feng Mu held the severed head in his hand and added with a smile:
"I want to use this gift as a present for the warden's discharge from the hospital and return home. I hope that when the warden receives this gift, he will wake up as soon as possible."

Li Hanyu solemnly accepted the head with both hands, her gaze towards Feng Mu becoming increasingly satisfied.

To this day, no one has remembered her son since Qian Huan was hospitalized, and no one has sent her precious gifts; Feng Mu is the only one.

Moreover, it was a human head imbued with heartfelt sentiment.

It is unknown how many people in District 9 want [Old Tree on the Grave] to die.

But they couldn't find the [old tree on the grave], and now Feng Mu has actually offered up its head. The effort he put in is unimaginable, which truly moved Li Hanyu.

Li Hanyu took a deep breath and sighed:
"Thank you for your trouble. By the way, do you know how my son usually preserves these...collections?"

Feng Mu thought for a moment and answered seriously:
"I remember that the warden loved to soak his collection in clear glass cups and display them on his desk. He would often play with and appreciate them during his spare time to cultivate his mind!"

(End of this chapter)