Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 644 Big Event

These two points alone are enough to make it impossible for her to explain herself, even if she had a mouth all over her body.

Once this blame is placed on her, she and her newly awakened son, Qian Huan, will become the most "reasonable" scapegoats.

Li Hanyu's face grew increasingly gloomy, and her thoughts became more and more chaotic. She could no longer foresee how things would develop next.

The best-case scenario is that the special envoy is unharmed, and only one night watchman has died.

In that case, the turmoil might still be contained within the scope of "local conflict," but if the special envoy also gets into trouble, then the Ninth District will probably dig deep and find out the "real culprits" one by one.

How will she save herself then, and how will she be able to save herself?

There are so many things to sort out, it's impossible to make sense of them all!
It's incomprehensible, truly incomprehensible.

It's a chaotic situation that even the murderer couldn't figure out.

The problem is that now that Qian Huan has woken up, the plan cannot be put on hold. After all, she can't keep injecting her son with anesthesia forever.

"We have no choice but to grit our teeth and keep going, taking it one step at a time."

Li Hanyu gritted her teeth, pushed open the bedroom door, and looked at her son, who was "unconscious" in the fish tank. A resolute flame ignited in her eyes.

For her own sake, and even more so for her son's, she would never give up easily.

Even if a storm is brewing ahead, she must find a way to survive for herself and her son.

Inside the bedroom, the lights were adjusted to a warm, soft yellow.

When Li Hanyu entered the bedroom, the three professional service workers were already awake, and the few pieces of cloth covering their bodies were neatly dressed.

Their faces bore a lingering sense of satisfaction.

They had no recollection of having just fallen asleep.

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Li Hanyu's smile returned as she settled the bill for the three of them and even gave them an extra tip.

She composed herself and said calmly:
"Thank you for your hard work, gentlemen. There was a slight mishap at the entrance. Secretary Hou, could you please take these three ladies to the guest rooms on the second floor to rest? We'll arrange for a car to take them away after dawn."

The three men respectfully accepted the banknotes, feeling their unexpected thickness. Their faces immediately lit up with grateful smiles, and they repeatedly said, "Thank you, Madam," wisely refraining from asking any further questions.

Hou Wendong stepped forward from behind at the opportune moment, his expression slightly solemn.

He didn't suspect that the incident at the door was related to his wife; he simply instinctively sensed an impending storm.

"You three, please follow me."

He said in a deep voice, then turned and led the three of them to the second floor.

Li Hanyu approached the fish tank, looked at her son who was in a "coma," pondered for a moment, and then dialed Feng Mu's number.

No matter how things unfold, if the mother and son want to save themselves, the only person they can trust is Feng Mu.

In this time of crisis, only Feng Mu stands by us!

..........
[Masked], chasing after "Old Huang," sped away from Emerald Garden. After turning three street corners, he slipped into a deserted dark alley.

The alley was littered with garbage, and the damp air reeked of poverty. Several stray dogs were foraging for food there.

When the stray dogs saw [Masked] rush in, they were all startled, dropped the food in their mouths, and fled in panic.

Animal instincts told them that they couldn't afford to mess with the white-faced monster in front of them.

A few minutes later, when the figure stepped out of the alley again, it had completely changed its appearance.

The elegant suit has been replaced by a crisp uniform, and the once captivating kaleidoscope eyes have lost all their variegation, returning to a plain, black-and-white color.

The [Fraudster's Glasses] sits firmly on the bridge of the nose, while the [Proof of Loyalty lv3] subtly alters the magnetic field and temperament, stripping away the eccentric and aggressive aura that belonged to "Zheng Hang" and reshaping it into a completely opposite image of humility and refinement.

Without the mask to conceal it, even his voice becomes warm and steady, giving people a strong sense of security.

The phone in his pocket vibrated at just the right moment, and Feng Mu looked at the screen which displayed "Mrs. Li".

He let the phone ring for a full five rings before answering, and then replied in a gentle voice:

"Yes, madam, I'm coming right away."

After hanging up the phone, he habitually adjusted his glasses, a subtle, enigmatic smile playing on his lips.

Tonight's series of unexpected events not only caught Li Hanyu off guard, but also did not unfold exactly as Feng Mu had initially planned.

However, in stark contrast to Li Hanyu's deep concern, Feng Mu felt a sense of joy.

Because there's a wise saying that's often associated with villains: chaos is a ladder.

Feng Mu appreciates the beauty of order, but he never rejects chaos.

In his view, order is a weapon, and chaos is a ladder; the two are not incompatible, but rather together they form a spiral path of ascent.

Feng Mu did not rush over, but stood by the roadside, letting the night wind blow through his hair.

He wasn't in a hurry; he simply looked up quietly at the "iron butt" shrouded in night, his face revealing nothing of his thoughts.

Fifteen minutes later, a black official vehicle from the prison system slowly pulled up in front of him.

The car door opened, and Liu Yi quickly got out, respectfully opening the back door for Feng Mu.

"Minister," Liu Yi greeted in a low voice, his tone tinged with fervor.

Feng Mu nodded slightly, sat in the back seat, rolled down the window halfway, and let the cool night air rush into the car.

Song Ping'an started the car from the driver's seat, driving at a steady pace.

Both of them tacitly refrained from asking the minister why he was there, and simply followed instructions to drive towards Emerald Garden.

Their skills may still need further refinement, but their loyalty and discernment are beyond question; they know exactly what to ask and what not to ask.

Outside the car window, the piercing sound of police sirens suddenly ripped apart the tranquility of the night.

One, two, three... several blue and white police cars sped past their car.

Liu Yi looked at the long string of blue and white car taillights speeding ahead, and it seemed they were going in the same direction.

Liu Yi frowned and said in a deep voice:
"Minister, it seems the police are also heading towards Emerald Garden. It's the middle of the night, something big might have happened."

Feng Mu did not answer immediately, but chuckled softly, the smile not reaching his eyes:

"Yes, something has happened. Warden Qian Huan is probably about to wake up." Liu Yi and Song Ping'an's expressions froze simultaneously, and then a cold killing intent appeared in their eyes at the same time.

This murderous intent was obviously not directed at Feng Mu, but at the warden.

Feng Mu glanced at them in the rearview mirror, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"What, you don't want Warden Qian to wake up?"

He asked slowly and deliberately,

"So, you still don't welcome Warden Qian back to the Second Prison to take charge of its work?"

Liu Yi's Adam's apple bobbed, he hesitated, and carefully chose his words, his voice low:
“It’s not that I don’t want Warden Qian to wake up, it’s just that I think it’s best for our Second Prison to maintain the current situation.”

Song Ping'an was even more direct than Liu Yi. He coldly grunted and said:
"Minister, I don't want Warden Qian to wake up."

Feng Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping over the two faces, and said meaningfully:
"Even if Warden Qian doesn't come, another warden will. So it's best if Warden Qian comes back. If Warden Qian goes back to Second Prison, won't he still have to rely on us to manage the work for him? Hehe—"

Feng Mu paused, noticing the lingering resentment on their faces, then his voice suddenly turned deep and authoritative:
"Remember what I said. Hide your emotions and don't show your dissatisfaction to anyone. Welcome Warden Qian's return with all your heart, understand?"

Liu Yi and Song Ping'an were unwilling, but they still obediently nodded.

Feng Mu's gaze shifted to the fleeting night scenery outside the car window, his tone regaining its calmness, yet containing a deeper strength:
“The Second Prison cannot remain in the status quo forever. Rather than passively waiting for change, we should take the initiative to take control of the changes. Only in this way can the Second Prison have a 'better' future as we wish.”

Song Ping'an didn't quite understand, but he would hide his emotions and strictly follow the minister's instructions.

Liu Yi looked thoughtful, and finally a slightly sinister smile slowly appeared on his face.

He's been following Gong Qi around lately, asking him technical questions. After spending so much time with him, he's gradually picked up some of Gong Qi's traits.

Feng Mu leaned back in his seat, gazing calmly out the window. The light and shadow of the streetlights mingled on his face, creating an image of unwavering loyalty.

A few minutes later, the car headlights illuminated the night, and the outline of Emerald Garden gradually came into view.

Police cars from the police station had completely blocked the entrance, and the alternating blue and red police lights flashed wildly in the thick darkness, illuminating the faces of every constable inside and outside the cordon in a flickering light.

The prison's official vehicle stopped a few meters away. Feng Mu got out of the car and looked over the cordon at the blue and white police car that was surrounded.

That was the police car that [Masked] drove up earlier.

Several constables were carefully inspecting the vehicle. Some were bending over to look under the car, some were shining flashlights inside, and others were wearing white gloves and carefully collecting fingerprints and other traces.

Beside the car, a police officer was holding a cell phone, anxiously dialing the number again and again.

"This should be Captain Li's car..."

He spoke in a low voice to a government official beside him, his tone tinged with unease.
"But in Emerald Garden, the brothers searched everywhere but couldn't find any trace of Captain Li. They couldn't get through to him on the phone either. Oh, and by the way, they couldn't get through to Chang Erbing either..."

The government officials had furrowed brows, and the deep lines between their brows looked as if they had been carved with a knife.

He didn't respond immediately, but instead stared coldly at the distance—several constables were carrying the bodies of security guards out of the bushes in the garden, their outlines stiff and cold under the white sheets.

"Keep attacking," the middle-aged secretary finally spoke, his voice low and suppressed. "Keep attacking, we must find Li Xiang."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the corpses, then added in a harsh voice:
"You want to see people alive, you want to see corpses when you're dead."

After finishing his speech, the government official glanced coldly at the black official car parked not far away, and whispered to the constable beside him:
"Go and ask who that person is."

A constable quickly stepped out of the cordon and headed straight for Feng Mu.

Liu Yi stepped forward two paces ahead, a fake smile on his face, and introduced himself and his purpose:
"We are from the Second Prison. Madam Li sent us here. Please let us in."

The constable immediately turned around, then jogged back to the official's side and whispered a few words back.

The official's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, and he glanced coldly in the direction of Feng Mu and the other two.

Then, with a stern face, he dialed a number. He spoke into the receiver in a low voice, his lips moving rapidly, making it difficult to understand the specific content. However, his tense shoulders and slightly forward-leaning body revealed the weight of the conversation on the other end.

The call ended, and the phone was forcefully shoved back into the pocket.

The officials didn't glance at Feng Mu and the other two again, nor did they order them to be driven away, as if they were just unsightly pebbles on the roadside, left to languish in place.

Liu Yi and Song Ping'an silently etched the unfamiliar face of the official into their hearts.

They can tolerate others being disrespectful to them, but they absolutely cannot tolerate anyone showing the slightest disrespect to Minister Feng Mu.

Before Feng Mu promoted them, they were trampled on like wild dogs and had never tasted respect.

Now, they have finally straightened their backs again, and their thirst for respect has rebounded violently like a spring that has been suppressed for too long. However, this respect is not demanded from themselves, but is projected entirely onto Feng Mu alone.

In other words, they laugh off disrespect, but they take it all to heart when others disrespect Feng Mu.

It's one thing if they don't get a chance to retaliate, but if they do get the chance... just imagine the consequences.

In fact, not only Liu Yi and Song Ping'an, but also Guan Zhong, Jiang Li and many other colleagues in the Second Prison Internal Inspection Department, all shared common psychological traits.

He was both fanatically loyal to Feng Mu and equally petty and vengeful.

It's just a matter of degree; generally, the more loyal someone is, the more vengeful they tend to be.

Yes, they don't hold grudges themselves, but they hold grudges on behalf of Feng Mu!
On the contrary, Feng Mu himself was quite calm. He stood quietly by the car, his gaze lowered, falling on a small patch of ground in front of him illuminated by the car headlights, on which a few withered leaves were blown by the wind.

The night breeze ruffled the hem of his clothes, and his gaze behind his glasses was as deep as a pool.

About seven or eight minutes later, a figure finally emerged from behind the cordon; it was Hou Wendong.

He walked briskly, his hair disheveled by the night wind, and his usually impeccably pressed suit showing a few wrinkles. He stood at the edge of the cordon and waved vigorously in Feng Mu's direction.

Obviously, their car wouldn't be able to get in.

Feng Mu strode forward, raised the cordon, bent down and walked in, flashing a smile at Hou Wendong, then his expression hardened slightly as he said:
"Secretary Hou, what happened here?"

Hou Wendong did not answer immediately. He nodded to the official in charge of the site and then led Feng Mu toward the villa area. Liu Yi and Song Ping'an followed behind Feng Mu without saying a word.

After walking a distance for a while, Hou Wendong slowed down, turned his head, and asked in return:
"Didn't Mrs. Li tell you?"

Feng Mu's smile froze for a moment, and he quickly shook his head:

"Madam just told me to come over quickly; she didn't say much more on the phone."

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P.S.: *crying emoji*
Oh, I'm kneeling, I'm really kneeling.

(End of this chapter)