Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 653 We should give all the power to Feng Mu and let him do that.
The resentful expression on Li Hanyu's face was gradually replaced by a twisted sense of pleasure, and she let out a few low, neurotic laughs:

"So, Huan'er, in the coming period of time, if Wang Xinfa's brain hasn't been clouded by anger, he won't dare to lay a finger on us."

On the contrary, he will probably become the person in the world who is most afraid of any 'accident' happening to my son and me!
Not only does he not dare to kill us, he also has to find ways to protect us. After all, my son and I are too close to the storm, and your congressman father is too close to us.

Hahaha—this is fate smiling upon us, mother and son! Destiny has turned in our favor.

Qian Huan excitedly moved her neck and blinked hard in the nutrient solution, but still said with concern:

"But the lawmakers certainly won't do nothing."

Li Hanyu's smile faded, and she said in a deep voice:
"That's right, Wang Xinfa will definitely do something. He will definitely secretly lay a trap, so my son and I can't just sit idle."

The next period will be the most dangerous time for my son and me, but it will also be the time when we are at our strongest.

We must take advantage of this time to do everything we can, not only do it, but do it big and fast. We must race against Wang Xinfa to get everything done.

Only after the storm passes will my son and I have a chance to seize new leverage, forcing Wang Xinfa to remain hesitant and swallow his anger, continuing to play the role of a good father in front of others.

Qian Huan wished he could devour Wang Xinfa's flesh raw, but if he could seize the opportunity to call Wang Xinfa "Dad" a little longer, he would be more than willing.

Qian Huan really liked her mother's saying: "The more dangerous we are now, the stronger we become."

This feeling of walking on a tightrope above the clouds was incredibly exciting for someone whose entire body was submerged in a "fish tank" and only his head could move.

Qian Huan took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"Mom, I understand. The first step we need to take is to get me back to the Second Prison and let me sit in the warden's seat again."

Only by sitting back in that chair and continuing to promote the "Octagon Project" can I show others my right and value to continue living.

A hint of approval flashed in Li Hanyu's eyes, and she nodded, saying:
"That's right, the Second Prison is now tied to the 'Octagon Project,' and it's no longer something Wang Xinfa can stop."

"As long as you can get back to the Second Prison as soon as possible, no one can bypass you if the plan is to continue."

But then, her gaze inevitably fell back to the cold, enormous fish tank in front of her, and her tone turned solemn and helpless:

"However, you can't leave the fish tank in the short term. Your body needs time to recover and for the next surgery."

Therefore, when you return to the Second Prison, you should rely heavily on Feng Mu and the Internal Inspection Department he established. You saw it today; the two men in the Internal Inspection Department looked at you with such light in their eyes. That kind of loyalty cannot be faked.

Needless to say, Feng Mu was your most loyal confidant. During the time you were unconscious, Mom tested him time and time again on your behalf.

Li Hanyu paused for a moment and then summarized:
"His loyalty to you is beyond question, as solid as a rock, and has never wavered in the slightest."

Once you return to the Second Prison, you can gradually delegate power to him, letting him replace your temporarily immobilized limbs, becoming your hands and feet.

Qian Huan's expression subtly changed at the mention of the name "Feng Mu".

During this period, he was repeatedly plagued by the same dream.

The scenes in the dream were so vivid, as if I had experienced them firsthand. Even after waking up, the lingering sensations and sounds had not yet dissipated.

Now, whenever he thinks of Feng Mu, a strange feeling of wanting to get close to him, yet also harboring a faint fear, wells up uncontrollably in his heart.

Li Hanyu keenly noticed the unusual expression on her son's face and narrowed her eyes suspiciously:

"What? You don't trust Feng Mu?"

Qian Huan shook her head, ultimately not recounting the bizarre dream, and instead replied:
"It's not that I don't believe you, it's just... Mom, didn't you teach me this when I was little?"
People's hearts are unfathomable. In the arena of power, one cannot place absolute trust in anyone. One must always be wary and suspicious, even of one's closest relatives.

Feng Mu has too much power, what if…?

Listening to her son's concerns, Li Hanyu sighed deeply, a sigh that contained both helplessness and an undeniable determination:
“Huan’er, the principles I taught you before were not wrong, but our family is different now. Even if you go back to the Second Prison, you will just be soaking in a fish tank. I can’t go to the Second Prison to keep watch for you.”

Right now, the only person we can absolutely trust is Feng Mu. So for the time being, you must trust Feng Mu as much as you trust your own hands and feet.

Your safety rests entirely on Feng Mu's shoulders. The more unconditionally you trust him, the more desperately he will protect you, and the safer you will be.

Seeing the hesitation on her son's face, Li Hanyu knew she had to be upfront about it:
“Huan’er, listen carefully—after you go back, you only need to be the warden on that ‘business card,’ the warden behind the scenes, while let Feng Mu be the actual warden of the Second Prison.”

Feng Mu is trustworthy and manageable.

The key issue is that he has little experience and no connections outside the prison. Even if you hand over the entire Second Prison to him, he will still be your dog.

Loyalty and trust are the leash we use to keep him firmly on his leash. Hold onto that leash tight, and he'll always be your dog, understand?

Qian Huan pondered for a moment, firmly remembering her mother's words, and replied:
"Mom, I understand what you mean. I will push Feng Mu to the forefront as if I trust my own extended limbs."

He is my shield, protecting me from both open and hidden attacks; he is my sword, clearing away all obstacles for me.

Seeing that her son finally understood, Li Hanyu's tense expression eased slightly.

However, before that slight relief could reach her eyes, she seemed to remember something, her face darkened again, and her voice lowered, carrying a sinister chill, as she said:

"You must be extremely vigilant in guarding against a person, but remember, on the surface, you must show him the utmost trust and goodwill."

Treat him like you would treat Feng Mu, or even more intimately, so that he feels you have nothing to hide from him!

Qian Huan was caught off guard by her mother's sudden shift to a sinister tone and completely different instructions. Her pupils contracted sharply, her eyes filled with astonishment and suspicion.

"Mom? Who...are you talking about?"

Li Hanyu clenched her teeth and coldly squeezed out a name from between them—"Wang Cong".

She stared at her son's shocked face and continued:

"Huan'er, there's something I forgot to tell you."

Less than an hour after you were knocked unconscious by the explosion, while your mother was still waiting outside the operating room in a state of panic, Wang Cong, whom you had personally promoted and regarded as a confidant, had already eagerly pounced on Lu Chenjia's feet.

Wagging its tail and drooling, it went to beg for a bone from its new master.

This person is ambitious and will never be content to be subordinate to anyone; he's an ungrateful wretch.

Qian Huan's face was as dark as ink. He had trusted Wang Cong so much before, and even thought of pushing Wang Cong to the forefront. Is this how Wang Cong repays him?

As expected, I shouldn't have trusted Wang Cong in the first place. Wang Cong betrayed Feng Mu before, and now, naturally, he'll betray me too.

Comparing the two, Feng Mu was consistently loyal, while Wang Cong was prone to betrayal once and then again.

Qian Huan no longer needed his mother's prompting; he understood Li Hanyu's meaning and said:

"Mom, I understand. I will pretend I don't know and continue to trust Wang Cong."

Seeing that his son understood what he was saying, Li Hanyu said in a deep voice:

“I’m sorry to have wronged my son. At this time, trusting Wang Cong is the same as trusting President Lu. Although Wang Cong is hateful, we can settle this score later.”

The most urgent task is to unite everyone who can be united to help us deal with Wang Xinfa, this vicious tiger who devours people without spitting out the bones.

A flash of malice crossed Qian Huan's eyes, which he forcibly suppressed. He suddenly lowered his head and gulped down a mouthful of the salty, murky liquid from the fish tank, as if trying to swallow down his churning hatred.

When he looked up again, his smile, tinged with water, carried an almost ferocious "affection":
"Mom, please call Wang Cong right now! He's my most trusted confidant! I just opened my eyes and there's a whole bunch of urgent things to deal with, and I'm counting on him."

Seeing her son instantly get into character, Li Hanyu's eyebrows and eyes immediately filled with a gratified smile.

Over the years, she has successfully raised her son on her own.

"Okay, Mom will call Wang Cong over for you right away."

As she answered, she deftly pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

The call was answered almost instantly, as if the person on the other end had been holding their breath and waiting.

Wang Cong, with an overly enthusiastic, even slightly obsequious, trembling voice, eagerly emerged:
"Madam! You were looking for me? I was just about to call you to report this! I heard the warden has woken up? What wonderful news! I'm already on my way!"

"I've practically floored the gas pedal! We'll be there soon, almost there!"

His tone on the phone was very enthusiastic, as if he had never betrayed Qian Huan and was still Qian Huan's loyal watchdog.

Li Hanyu held the phone, her fingertips icy cold, her heart filled with a chilling sneer, while her voice betrayed a feigned sentimentality:

"Yes, Huan'er just woke up and is still weak, but the first name she called out was you, saying she had something important to tell you."

Come quickly... and please be careful on the way.

This phone call did not surprise Li Hanyu. Although Wang Cong was a despicable person, his shamelessness in changing his tune with the wind and his ability to adapt to changing circumstances were quite "remarkable".

Li Hanyu hung up the call expressionlessly, then gave her son a knowing look in the fish tank.

She then pulled out another small spare phone from her pocket, deftly pried open the back cover with her fingers, took out the SIM card inside, and without even looking at it, snapped it in half with her fingernail. She then quickly replaced it with a brand new anonymous SIM card.

The whole process was smooth and quick, taking only a few seconds. Without hesitation, she dialed a number she knew by heart.

The call was to Lou Duan.

Faced with this dead end, she urgently needed to drag Lou Duan down with her... no, she needed to express her "deepest gratitude" to this "ally" once again and have a "heart-to-heart" discussion about how to continue "sharing life and death" together.

A cold, calculating glint appeared in Li Hanyu's eyes.

Since the previous act of "opening up to each other and sharing life and death" worked, Lou Duan willingly stepped in...

So, if we force-feed him another bowl of the same poisoned wine, he'd probably still find it as sweet as drinking poison to quench his thirst, right?!
.........

Only a desk lamp was lit in the study. The dim yellow light barely dispelled the darkness around the desk, but it cast Lou Duan's long shadow on the bookshelf behind him, like a sinner nailed to a cross, awaiting judgment.

Lou Duan sat slumped in the large leather swivel chair, neither asleep nor sleepy.

His bloodshot eyes, like cracks in a dried-up riverbed, kept glancing at the computer screen. The screen's cold light painted his face, worn from long hours of staying up late, highlighting his deep fatigue and haggardness.

He's been under so much pressure lately, I just hope that tonight will give him a chance to catch his breath.

In the center of the computer screen, a uniquely shaped icon floats silently—an abstract scale pattern with its left and right trays slightly tilted.

At this moment, in the lower right corner of this eerie scale icon, a tiny green checkmark is flashing clearly and coldly.

Clicking on the marker reveals a concise backend notification:

[Task: Delivery - Status: Completed!]
Lou had no doubts whatsoever about the website's credibility.

This stems not only from the website's past impressive performance, but also from Li Hanyu's probing phone call just hours earlier.

Although Li Hanyu's tone on the phone was relatively calm, Lou Duan could easily understand the questions she was subtly probing.

He immediately understood that the phone call was an interrogation made by Zuo Bai through Li Hanyu, and that Zuo Bai must have been right next to Li Hanyu at the time.

Lou Duan knew perfectly well that Zuo Bai's visit to Li Hanyu's house was definitely not voluntary; he was absolutely invited by the website.

And the website, after several incidents, has now gradually become Lou Duan's biggest trump card.

He naturally couldn't reveal his secrets to anyone, so he hung up the phone after a few words.

At that moment, Lou Duan was extremely excited, as if a highly concentrated stimulant had been injected directly into his veins.

Despite his confidence in the website, he still felt a sense of disbelief when Zuo Bai was actually delivered to Li Hanyu like a piece of merchandise.

This is crazy!
It should be noted that his previous missions all involved killing, and he always provided almost detailed intelligence beforehand.

The website only requires users to go to the location it specifies, and there's a high probability that the website can kill the person.

This time, however, it was completely different. His information about Zuo Bai was almost entirely pieced together from fragments of publicly available information online, making it pitifully scarce.

He had no idea where Zuo Bai was hiding, but the website still completed the task on time.

The information revealed behind this is enough to prove that the website is unfathomable, not only in murder, but also in every other aspect.

Perhaps murder is just the simplest and most wasteful use of a website; it should be used for something more meaningful...

(End of this chapter)