Chapter 537: Chapter 521: Two Feng Mus? Fatal Strike!

The answer "no" would not align with his persona of being fiercely loyal to Prison Director Qian.

But answering "I don’t know, I defer to Madam’s decision."

This may seem like a clever response, but in reality, it guarantees suspicion of playing tricks.

So, there can only be one answer.

"Lou Duan must have been involved, otherwise, why would the two Prison Chiefs seek him out in the middle of the night?"

Feng Mu said murderously over the phone,

"I’m right outside their building now, Madam. Just say the word, and I’ll rush in with people. Before dawn, their three heads will definitely be on your table."

Feng Mu’s response was straightforward, his reasoning blunt to the point of being brutal, leaving Li Hanyu on the other end with a slight sense of suffocation.

"No wonder he was the knife my son chose, full of lethal intent, simple-minded!"

Li Hanyu couldn’t help but increase his trust in Feng Mu by another notch.

The less complex the knife, the easier it is to control and to trust.

Li Hanyu had been worried that Feng Mu might hesitate to kill, but now not only was there no such concern, he even had to comfort Feng Mu:

"Feng Mu, don’t act impulsively, Lou Duan can’t die."

After saying this, Li Hanyu quickly added an explanation:

"We still don’t have evidence linking him to the explosion."

A moment of dead silence hung on the other end, as if the air had solidified.

Li Hanyu’s feelings were complicated; on one hand, he was moved by Feng Mu’s eagerness to avenge his son, on the other, it gave him a bit of a headache.

A knife too sharp and too bloodthirsty can trouble its own master.

At this moment, Li Hanyu could feel the same feelings his son Qian Huan had once felt.

Feng Mu was satisfied with Li Hanyu’s restraint, becoming increasingly certain that Qian Huan took after his mother—equally suspicious and cautious.

He deliberately let out a long sigh, filling his voice with repressed anger and resentment:

"Madam, about the other two, can I..."

Li Hanyu actually wanted two alive, so they could hold greater value.

But hearing the repressed breathing through the receiver, he didn’t dare to push further, worried Feng Mu might misunderstand him as a comrade in the explosion.

In the end, he ordered coldly: "Bring their heads back."

Laughter over the phone was tinged with a horrifying madness: "Yes, Madam."

Li Hanyu’s heart tightened, quickly adding:

"Wait till they leave Lou Duan’s house before making a move, don’t alert them. Also—"

He paused,

"Bring back the evidence of their conspiracy."

Although Li Hanyu despised Wang Xinfa’s cold and utilitarian ways, he could borrow a bit of his logic.

As the call was about to end, Li Hanyu posed a soul-testing question:

"Feng Mu, Hou Wendong instructed you, but you chose to report to me... did you ever consider the consequences?"

He deliberately slowed his speech for one final probe into Feng Mu’s intentions,

"You know, Mr. Wang Xinfa, he’s always hated being defied by those under him."

A brief silence ensued on the other end, only the faint sound of static could be heard.

After a while, Feng Mu’s voice came through, low and resolute:

"Prison Director Qian’s grace towards me is as heavy as a mountain, I care not what Mr. Wang thinks, I only want those who harmed him to die, but my mind is dull, I don’t know what would be best.

And Madam, you are Prison Director Qian’s mother, so, just like you once told me, you trust me as well..."

Feng Mu paused, replied with determined conviction:

"In seeking revenge for Prison Director Qian, the only one I can trust unreservedly, is you, Madam."

The power of language at this moment struck Li Hanyu’s heart through the receiver.

Compared to Feng Mu’s unreserved trust, Li Hanyu suddenly realized that despite speaking of trust, secretly investigating Feng Mu was somewhat despicable.

Under the compounded impact of shame and emotion, his trust in Feng Mu soared to ninety-nine percent!

Only one last percent from achieving one hundred percent absolute trust!

(Of course, since it hasn’t reached one hundred percent, necessary follow-up investigations shouldn’t be neglected.)

Li Hanyu’s voice held nine parts genuine emotion, and one part deliberate commitment:

"Feng Mu, you go ahead and do what you need to, if there’s any dissatisfaction from Wang Xinfa’s side, I’ll handle it for you."

However, before Li Hanyu could finish speaking, he heard some commotion outside the hospital ward.

Then, the door to the ward was gently pushed open.

A man, dressed in a neat uniform and wearing black-rimmed glasses, walked in slowly.

His face was stern yet had a scholarly air, he bowed slightly to Li Hanyu, addressing with a low and polite voice:

"Good evening, Madam, I couldn’t put my mind at ease, so I came to check on Prison Director Qian."

Meanwhile, the voice over the phone, identical to the man in front of him, was concluding:

"I trust you, Madam, I’m off to handle the task now!"

The dual voices entered Li Hanyu’s ears almost simultaneously, his gaze landed on the man approaching him, and his usually sharp mind experienced a brief crash.

Is the man before him Feng Mu?

Then who’s the man on the phone?

Are there two... Feng Mus?!!

"Feng Mu, don’t hang up yet..."

Li Hanyu snapped back to reality, intending to speak into the phone, but the call had already ended, leaving behind only a series of cold beeps.

"Beep... beep..."

Feng Mu dislikes being doubted, even if it’s just one percent of doubt, it would haunt him.

Thus, he delivered a "surprise" to Li Hanyu in the dead of night, completing that bit of doubt’s... fatal blow!

And the Feng Mu in front played along, showing a puzzled expression.

Yet that expression, in Li Hanyu’s eyes, exuded an indescribably stiff and eerie vibe.

"Madam, were you calling me? But I didn’t hang up on you?"

The Feng Mu in front slowly lifted his head, still smiling, but his voice suddenly turned cold and sticky, exuding a spine-chilling jest:

"After all, I never... called you in the first place!!!"

Li Hanyu’s pupils constricted to needles.

No, it wasn’t that his pupils had constricted to needles, but rather a silver needle was dramatically enlarging in his pupil.

"Ssshhh—"

A faint sound of tearing air, then, like a nail, it drove into the center of his pupil.

The surface of his eye cracked and shattered instantly, the sound of the vitreous humor exploding echoed within his skull, his head feeling like it had been struck by an iron hammer, causing him to lean back, taking the sofa down to the floor with him.

"My eye, aahhh—"

Li Hanyu screamed in terror, his whole being seemed enveloped by the shadow of death.

He let out a shrill cry, feeling warm liquid trickling down his cheek from his right eye socket.

His remaining left eye was bloodshot, resentment and fear intertwined furiously within.

He scrambled up from beneath the sofa, his voice hoarse and distorted:

"Who are you, you’re not Feng Mu?"