Feng Mu gently rubbed his slightly itchy eyes, but the itch didn’t alleviate; instead, it felt like tiny insects burrowing under the skin, causing a deeper, unsettling numb itch.

Feng Mu decided to visit the warden, Qian Huan. How could such a momentous occasion be without his company?

Of course, Feng Mu wasn’t surprised by Qian Huan’s awakening. It was already a part of the meticulously crafted script he had planned.

It was best if Li Hanyu could awaken Qian Huan, but if she couldn’t, he had ways to ensure Qian Huan woke up at the opportune moment.

Injecting venom secretly into Qian Huan was Feng Mu’s contingency plan.

From the very beginning, Feng Mu’s goal wasn’t to kill Qian Huan; he’s not a heartless person.

He never coveted the position of warden because he knew his weaknesses better than anyone—no background, no qualifications, and too young.

Even if Qian Huan died, the "crown" of the warden would never land on his head.

He didn’t need the crown on his head; he needed it not to land on anyone else’s either.

Only this way could he become the uncrowned king of the Second Prison.

Oh~

The crown could stay on Qian Huan’s head!

After all, only his head could move, just fitting for wearing the crown, and only wearing the crown at that.

Completely still, becoming the literal beauty of the Second Prison!

Originally, Feng Mu couldn’t be sure his plan would succeed, but the continuously rising progress bar on the system interface was undoubtedly the strongest evidence.

For Feng Mu, the most precious function of the system was far from just leveling up and enhancing.

It was more like a lighthouse in the night, guiding his course.

Whenever he needed to confirm he was on the right path, the flashing system prompts served as the best compass.

Just as he became a guiding light for his sister, the system also illuminated the quickest path to the depths of the abyss for him.

Gratitude!!!

As he sat in the car outside the prison, Feng Mu suddenly received a call.

It was from Ma Bin, who told him some good news—they had caught a big fish and wanted to invite him to watch the show and gave him a location coordinate.

Feng Mu sank into contemplation in the car, indecisive:

"Both sides are a show, so which invitation should I prioritize?"

......

Feng Ju’s shoe sole was almost welded to the accelerator pedal, speeding along with the special agent, daring red lights.

Until the tires screeched against the gravel road, whipping up a cloud of smoke, the car came to a halt just in front of the abandoned factory’s iron gate.

"The special agent’s here, should be nearby."

Feng Ju turned off the engine and got out of the car.

Their phones only informed them of the final position coordinates but not how to reach there, they had to figure it out themselves, as there was no GPS navigation in the underground tunnel.

The two explored the overgrown factory area for ten minutes before finally locating a manhole cover beside a rusted steel frame.

"Here."

Feng Ju said, spreading his fingers like steel claws to grip the raised edge of the manhole cover.

The mechanical arm’s internal micro-engine emitted a low hum, and the hydraulic system instantly increased pressure!

"Creak—boom!!"

The cast-iron manhole cover, almost rusted solid with the ground, was forcibly lifted, taking with it a large chunk of adhered mud and concrete debris.

A strong, nauseating smell mixed with decaying organic matter and chemical waste rushed out, almost suffocatingly.

Feng Ju hesitated not a bit, nodding towards the special agent.

Then, with a leap, his figure was instantly engulfed by the thick darkness below, leaving only a faint "thud" as he landed.

The special agent stood at the edge of the manhole, eyebrows knitted tightly.

It wasn’t his first time descending into a sewer, but this time, it smelled horrendous.

He took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing his instinctive aversion, and then carefully retrieved a pair of Finger Tiger from his pocket.

The Finger Tiger was a restrained, deep reddish-gold, not the garishness of gold but a unique luster of some ancient alloy weathered by time.

Its design was simple and unadorned, but where the ring met the knuckle, numerous twisted, winding tadpole-like characters were engraved.

These characters faintly emitted an extremely subtle, cold light, pulsing as if alive.

The Finger Tiger, simply named "Zhen," has unclear origins, but judging from the ghost talisman atop, it’s likely something emerged from a Hidden Sect somewhere.

After several transfers, it finally ended up in the hands of the Song Family.

Since the Song Family deemed it worthy of collection, it’s implied that this Finger Tiger is extraordinary.

And indeed, it possesses the ability to break Gang Qi.

Gang refers to Gang Qi, an intangible barrier forged by Martial Arts warriors of the pinnacle of the sixth rank or above the seventh rank, solidified through relentless honing of their massive vitality, hard as fine steel, serving both offensive and defensive purposes.

And this Finger Tiger, harboring a peculiar energy field, can easily tear through Gang Qi.

Although it just "breaks the defense" and can’t cause deeper damage, this alone proves its excellence, a formidable tool for crossing classes and counter-killing.

"Zhenxie" is self-evident, meaning it possesses unique effects in restraining evil spirits and filth.

Of course, when facing an actual Evil Sacrifice, this Finger Tiger becomes mere child’s play, but if it’s just a parasitic body of an Evil Sacrifice merely past its larval stage.

Then this Finger Tiger is genuinely a weapon for precise eradication.

The special agent slowly inserted the Finger Tiger onto his fingers. The cold metal touch transmitted an unusual, powerful energy wrapped around his fist, as if it also dyed his fist with a noble reddish-gold hue.