Chapter 625: Chapter 594: Found the Recharge Window? The System Is the Real Detective

When Feng Ju saw Li Shang, Li Shang was also looking at him, but their eyes met only briefly, and neither of them spoke first.

The special commissioner was sitting on a black leather sofa, habitually holding a crystal goblet with a bit of dark red wine remaining at the bottom, reminiscent of blood.

He did not drink but slowly rotated the stem with his long fingers. The light from the ceiling reflected off the glass, casting flickering shadows on his face.

"Have you found [Mask]?"

The commissioner’s voice was low, asking coldly.

Feng Ju’s body reacted almost instinctively, tensing up and bowing his head so low it nearly touched his chest.

His Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed with difficulty, making him appear both terrified and ashamed:

"I’m sorry, Commissioner, I’ve done everything within my power, deployed every resource, every informant.

I’ve had Zheng Hang’s former residence and any places he frequented under 24-hour surveillance, but still haven’t found a trace of him.

He’s vanished as if into thin air..."

He paused, as if summoning the remainder of his courage to complete his statement,

"I... I suspect that when Zheng Hang left the sewer tunnel that day, he immediately fled Zone 9."

As he finished, beads of sweat the size of beans trickled from Feng Ju’s forehead.

Ever since his resurrection, Feng Ju’s control over his muscles had improved, especially his facial muscles.

Simply put, his acting was decent before; now it’s epically enhanced, vividly portraying the helpless terror of a subordinate.

"Not a trace?"

The commissioner’s voice dropped a few notches, becoming morbidly gloomy.

There were, of course, clues!

Clues related to Feng Ju’s once-cherished, now detested daughter.

But he couldn’t utter a single word and had to bury this secret deep within himself.

It wasn’t to protect his daughter, but rather to protect himself.

After all... the bond of blood is one that cannot be severed!

If he were to confess the truth now, would the commissioner believe his righteousness in sacrificing family ties, or conclude that he has been [Mask]’s backstage protector all along?

The opposite of a man achieving enlightenment and bringing blessing to all around him is...

Feng Ju had no answer, gritting his teeth and remaining silent.

"Hmph!"

The commissioner set down the wine glass, staring intensely at Feng Ju, the weight of power almost crushing his spine.

Even though Feng Ju was a dead man, he could feel cold sweat forming on his forehead.

"Useless, utterly useless, you’re wasting my time and patience. I was considering promoting you to Chief of Patrol Office or even sending your daughter to Upper City, but do you think you deserve it?"

The commissioner began his reprimand.

"Beep beep beep, beep beep beep, blah blah blah..."

The reprimand flowed like a flood, ravaging Feng Ju’s spirit and dignity wave after wave.

Words can sometimes be sharper than knives, especially insults from a superior.

If it had been Feng Ju alive last week, it would have made him wish for death, unbearable to live.

Fortunately, he was already a dead man now!

So, he only found the commissioner annoying.

Chief of Patrol Office?

Whoever wants it can have it, like hell he cared.

Upper City?

Upper City can go to hell, like he’d ever go.

Feng Ju hung his head low, body trembling slightly, but his fingernails dug deep into his palms.

This wasn’t due to the loss of prospects, but because the countdown flashing on his retina had ticked away another precious ten minutes.

To someone with only 4.75 days left, this was outright murder.

Every second felt like a year to Feng Ju; he wished he could leap up and twist the commissioner’s head off.

But he couldn’t.

He had to act like the most obedient dog, bearing this murder with a humble demeanor, wearing an expression mixed with fear, loss, and shame.

In truth, the commissioner wished he could twist Feng Ju’s head off just as much.

What good is a useless dog alive?

But the commissioner had few people he could use in Lower City, let alone retrieve the costs invested in Feng Ju and his team. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

People engage in deals that risk decapitation, but not in money-losing business.

Li Shang, who sat quietly beside him, had arrived no more than two minutes earlier, just slightly ahead.

At this moment, watching Feng Ju being reprimanded like a dog, trembling and drenched in sweat, a look of disdain flashed through his eyes:

"The father is much worse than the son."

Li Shang was sure if it had been Feng Mu, he would never allow the commissioner to speak so wantonly. In fact, he believed Feng Mu would carry out any task the commissioner assigned beautifully.

He might not bring back [Mask]’s head, but finding [Mask]’s hideout would be no problem.

"Should I recommend Feng Mu to the commissioner?"

A thought sparked in Li Shang’s mind, but he extinguished it immediately.

Better not; it’s too dangerous~

While contemplating, the commissioner finally finished his scolding, sipped his wine to soothe his throat, and glanced at Li Shang.

Li Shang quickly collected his scattered thoughts, stood promptly, seized the opportunity, and stepped to the commissioner. He bowed his head and respectfully presented a sheepskin scroll.

The commissioner’s gaze fell on the scroll, and then slowly lifted to Li Shang’s face.

His eyes were cold, scrutinizing, laced with undisguised detachment and mockery.

He obviously understood Li Shang’s intentions, to mend their relationship with a gift.

More precisely, to appease him and request that he not hold a grudge for his previous ’betrayal.’