The night was as dark as ink, and several black official cars filed out, driving through the iron gates of the Second Prison.

In the backseat of the last car, a figure wrapped in a trench coat lay flat, gently rising and falling with the bumpiness of the vehicle, like a corpse being hurriedly transported away.

As the car reached a deserted intersection, its speed suddenly dropped.

Guan Chong, in the front passenger seat, signaled with his hand, and Jiang Li tacitly stepped on the brake.

The engine roared lowly before going silent, plunging the interior into a brief dead silence.

The trench-coated figure in the back seat slowly sat up, the rustling sound of fabric rubbing echoed.

A pale hand reached out from the sleeve, the fingertips tracing along the jawline, suddenly pinching the cheekbones forcefully, causing the skin to cave in like clay.

Guan Chong’s Adam’s apple bobbed once.

Despite his loyalty to Feng Mu long engraved in his bones, he was still chilled to the spine by this terrifying scene.

Driver Jiang Li stole a glance through the rearview mirror, just in time to see a glint of cold light between the person’s thumb and forefinger, as three silver needles appeared, piercing in and out of the flesh, with crimson blood clinging to their tails.

"Screech—"

The sound of sewing with needles and thread was particularly piercing in the enclosed car.

The needle tip shuttled between the facial skin and muscles, like a tailor adjusting an ill-fitting costume.

The eyelids were pulled higher, the bridge of the nose became more angular, even the curvature of the lips began to resemble a familiar shape...

Jiang Li found his scalp tingling painfully at the sight alone.

Guan Chong’s throat felt dry, watching the man before him gradually becoming like the Minister, almost unable to suppress the urge to draw his gun and shoot the man’s forehead.

He could not allow anyone to dare disguise themselves as the Minister.

Oh, it’s what the Minister instructed.

Then it’s fine.

"Here, the Minister asked me to give this to you."

Guan Chong’s voice was hoarse as he took out a pair of black-framed glasses from his pocket, the folding marks on the legs were brand new, the lenses exuding a faint coating sheen.

These were the same style as the glasses Feng Mu wore.

Guan Chong handed over the glasses with a stiff motion, instinctively avoiding contact with the reaching hand.

In the rearview mirror, a face strikingly similar to Feng Mu’s slowly lifted, with only a slight flaw in the eyes.

Painting the bones and skin is easy, but the spirit is hard to capture. That’s the reasoning behind this.

The eyes are the window to a person’s soul, the most difficult to disguise, but the solution often is the simplest.

The silver needles swiftly retracted into the sleeve. The man took the glasses, and the moment the black frames perched on his nose, the lenses conveniently covered the final flaw.

Jiang Li and Guan Chong gasped in unison, even knowing the person behind them was fake, they almost involuntarily raised their hand to salute.

Too similar!

No, this can’t just be called "similar," it’s practically the Minister himself.

Guan Chong’s Adam’s apple struggled to roll as he passed over a palm-sized sealed bag.

It looked just like an evidence bag, but was actually made from material cut from a professional body bag, leakproof, odorproof, and waterproof, specifically used to package those "special fragments" not suitable to see the light.

"Did Feng Mu have anything else to say?"

The "Feng Mu" in the back seat spoke, asking if there were any further instructions, the scene truly bizarre.

As he spoke, he pricked a few more needles into his throat, the timbre vibrating with his vocal cords became indistinguishable from Feng Mu’s.

Guan Chong lowered his voice with a grave expression:

"The Minister wants me to remind you once more, the one guarding the hospital is his senior, Li Bashan. Be extremely careful, don’t actually end up dead!"

No more voices came from the back seat, just the barely audible sound of a door opening and closing, as the shadow vanished without a trace.

After three seconds of silence, the engine roared back to life, the vehicle speeding to catch up with the convoy ahead.

Jiang Li, still feeling the lingering fear, glanced again at the rearview mirror, then looked at the speechless Guan Chong and asked:

"Strange, there’s such a character hidden in our Second Prison, not among our prison guards. I recognize all the prison guards’ faces, could it be he’s hidden among the prisoners?"

Bang!

Guan Chong slammed the storage compartment in front of the car with his plaster-wrapped arm, his entire face contorted with deep self-reproach:

"Once he put on those glasses, I couldn’t tell the difference between real and fake!"

Plaster fragments fell,

"I deserve to die... truly deserve to die!"

Guan Chong couldn’t bear being deceived by an "imposter." Wouldn’t it mean that should someone really impersonate the Minister in the future, he would be unable to tell them apart?

"I’ve betrayed the Minister’s trust, my loyalty to the Minister is still far from enough!!!"

Guan Chong was filled with shame, feeling it necessary to increase his loyalty to the point where, even if the Minister turned to ashes, he could recognize whether it was the real ash instantly. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Jiang Li opened his mouth, intending to comfort:

"That person was too well-disguised, it’s normal you couldn’t tell, this has nothing to do with loyalty."

But seeing Guan Chong’s eyes red, as if he was about to gouge them out himself, Jiang Li wisely shut his mouth tightly.

Better not to speak rashly, lest it be misunderstood as disloyalty to the Minister.

Even though, Jiang Li believed his loyalty to the Minister was already at one hundred percent.

However, in the eyes of a person like Guan Chong with three hundred percent loyalty, one hundred percent might very well be seen as downright disloyal!

Jiang Li realized he probably wouldn’t be able to persuade Guan Chong and came to an understanding:

"I also need to increase my loyalty to the Minister, or else, one day Guan Chong might shoot me in the head for disloyalty."

Damn, elsewhere, a hundred percent is absolute loyalty.

But at the Internal Inspection Department, one hundred percent is just the threshold for loyalty, can you believe it?!!

...

The convoy continued onward.

In the backseat of the middle black sedan, Feng Mu was resting with his eyes closed.

In the front seat driving was Liu Yi, with Gong Qi sitting in the passenger seat.

At the moment, Gong Qi was holding a phone, with the navigation page open, marked by two overlapping red dots moving together.

Those moving red dots were the two Prison Chiefs they were heading to visit.

"The target is 7.6 kilometers away."

Gong Qi looked at the phone, a grin forming at the corner of his mouth.

Obviously, Gong Qi had implanted a tracker app into those two phones.

It wasn’t done today but was implanted a few days ago, probably the day the Internal Inspection Department was established.

In fact, those two Prison Chiefs weren’t the only ones implanted with such a program.

The majority of people in the Second Prison had their phones subjected to the same "treatment."

The long string of folded and hidden red dots in the bottom right corner of Gong Qi’s phone was the most powerful evidence.

After all, the meaning behind "Internal Inspection" is profound, for those who don’t understand, think it through carefully.

As for how he implanted it, the method was straightforward—an SMS link.

The content of the SMS could be an enticing notification of winning a prize, a tempting gambling invitation, an official request for illegal cooperation, or some other provocative content...

In short, an array of enticing options.

And the inspiration for this internal inspection system initially came from a "social skill" casually mentioned by the junior brother, with a demonstration once performed on a female college student sister.

Now, Gong Qi had already drawn analogies, mastered them thoroughly, surpassed his master, reaching heights even unfathomable to Feng Mu.

It’s worth mentioning that most of the people in the Second Prison had far less awareness than the initial female college student.

Most couldn’t last a single round, falling to the same message, having their phones captured by Gong Qi to become his informants.

Which specific message achieved such great feats is a classified secret of the Internal Inspection Department, and cannot be disclosed.

"Turn right to enter the side road."

Gong Qi remarked with a smile.

Holding the steering wheel, Liu Yi’s peripheral vision inadvertently kept drifting towards the phone.

If he wasn’t mistaken, he seemed to have caught a fleeting glimpse of his own name in that scroll of red dots just now.

.....