Chapter 530: Chapter 514: Feng Mu’s Foolproof Strategy

Lu Chenjia stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the figure with the gourd on his back merging into the crowd like an ant.

His narrowed eyes flashed with a complex light behind the lenses, scrutinizing it like a familiar artifact.

"Cold-hearted and ambitious, very smart, quick to react, just a bit too aggressive in his actions; not very pleasant to look at when he eats..."

But that’s not a flaw; after all, when he first emerged in the group, he was the same way.

Twenty years ago, when he disguised his revenge and beheaded his beloved superior’s family of five, wasn’t he like this too?

"Heh—"

Lu Chenjia faintly saw in Wang Cong the shadow of his younger self. A tinge of nostalgia appeared on his face, and he muttered to himself:

"Being aggressive indeed invites backlash, but without aggression, without tasting blood, how else can one feast on the meat thrown by those in power?"

But today is different from the past; he now sits firmly at the table, needing to maintain the elegance of his table manners.

"It’s not that I can’t consider it, but I still need to observe a bit more..."

Lu Chenjia wasn’t in a hurry to state his stance.

"However, I could make a move to test everyone’s reaction."

Lu Chenjia was no longer the reckless youth of the past; now he was quite shrewd.

He looked at the secretary who entered through the door and said quietly:

"Notify the security team to cancel the handover with Shi Wuming, and send someone else to protect him."

The secretary had been with Lu Chenjia for a long time and understood President Lu’s meaning immediately. He quickly bowed and exited to make arrangements.

Wang Cong walked along the roadside and hailed a taxi.

Unlike the grandeur when traveling with Feng Mu, he preferred to go solo.

After all, apart from Feng Mu, Wang Cong didn’t want anyone following him, as that would disturb his warm time alone with his parents.

The taxi slowly pulled to a stop, and he awkwardly climbed into the back seat.

The cramped space forced him to unfasten the gourd, which was as tall as a person, and carefully placed it beside him.

The gourd sat next to its owner, and the driver glanced at this scene through the rearview mirror, his eye twitching slightly.

When he saw Wang Cong fastening a seat belt on the gourd, he quickly looked away with slightly stiff fingers gripping the steering wheel.

For this fare, it was better to say and see less.

"To the Second Prison."

Wang Cong told the driver the location and then quietly unlocked the gourd’s mouth, taking out an old-fashioned keypad mobile phone.

Amidst the white sand inside the gourd, there were seemingly other spare phones of different models.

His thumb danced quickly on the keypad, and the prepared message disappeared from the screen with the press of "send":

—President Lu’s attitude is ambiguous, also, Li Hanyu seems displeased with me.

In less than ten seconds, the phone vibrated slightly in his palm.

—Good, keep it up.

Inside the prison, the seeming amicability between Feng Mu and Wang Cong was all orchestrated by Prison Director Qian Huan.

Now that Prison Director Qian Huan had fallen.

But Feng Mu and Wang Cong decided to extend this relationship beyond the prison walls.

Feng Mu, after all, was not God, and couldn’t control every person like a puppet in the game.

The complexity of the game lay in everyone thinking of themselves as the player, whereas in reality, everyone was but a pawn.

Everyone enters the game, and no one can truly transcend the board to overlook the whole situation, not even Feng Mu.

Yet, Feng Mu’s cunning lay in the fact that at the start of the game, when all the pieces were still distinguishing friend from foe, he had already quietly placed a hidden piece marked [one of us] next to each one.

The game was chaotic, and the scale of victory could tip unpredictably.

But he ensured his win!

"Has something happened again?"

Chang Erbing looked at Feng Mu fiddling with his phone and asked.

"Nothing, just good news from the hospital; Prison Director Qian is temporarily out of danger."

Feng Mu put away his phone and said with a hint of joy.

Chang Erbing opened his mouth, initially wanting to chat about something else with Feng Mu.

Such as ’your father is no good, spreading rumors about Captain Li at the Patrol Office, his intentions are reprehensible.’

But thinking about Feng Mu’s current predicament, out of friendship and "respect" for those few Small Yellow Croakers in his pocket, he swallowed his words back down.

Chang Erbing followed Captain Li to the Second Prison for a case-solving mission; the order was personally given by Mr. Wang, commanding them to solve the case within three days.

They were personally escorted into the Second Prison by Secretary Hou and were hurriedly led by Feng Mu to the crime scene upon arrival.

And they received a secret yet fervent welcome along the way.

When those Small Yellow Croakers landed heavily in their palms, both Chang Erbing and Li Shang broke out in a cold sweat.

The two exchanged glances, both seeing the same terror in each other’s eyes—could it be that this friend in front of them was the perpetrator of the explosion?

Fortunately, Feng Mu’s next words were not asking them to help cover up a crime, but rather, "Prison Director Qian treated me with great kindness. Please find the perpetrator, I will tear them into pieces yadda yadda."

It was their first time seeing Feng Mu like this, baring his teeth, eyes red with a chilling murderous aura, as if he would madly lash out and kill at any second.

They believed Feng Mu, vowing repeatedly to find the real culprit.

Mainly due to Li Shang’s assurance, since he is, after all, the Detective!

At this moment, Li Shang stood at the explosion site, tangled in complicated thoughts.

On one hand, he truly enjoyed the perks of the "Detective" title, allowing him to progress continuously, but on the other hand, he was burdened by it.

Now, whenever a major case arose, he was always the first to be pushed to "put out the fire," standing in the storm’s center.

The tricky part, however, was that he neither designed this explosion case nor could he easily pin it on a scapegoat, so how should he solve it?

Li Shang fell into deep thought.

Hou Wendong stood in the corridor at the door, a long ash hanging from his cigarette.

He hadn’t followed into the crime scene, knowing he couldn’t solve a case, he’d rather quietly wait for the result than cause disruptions by going in.

But what stopped him was an indelible sense of dread.

In the original itinerary, the next stop after the press conference was Qian Huan’s office.

So, just a little closer, just a bit... and he might have been lying in the hospital like Qian Huan.

The ash suddenly broke, scattering over black leather shoes.

Hou Wendong realized this was the third time he narrowly escaped death recently.

"Once kidnapped, once at school, now the third time today... Could it be that something sinister has targeted me?"

Hou Wendong was someone who believed in science, but recent events forced him to be superstitious.

"Or maybe I should, as Ma Bin suggested, try to ward off bad luck with a happy event?"