Chapter 525: Chapter 509: The Best Boss Should...

The deafening explosion abruptly halted the press conference, plunging the playground into chaos.

Everyone was startled by the explosion and looked up at the violently shaking windows upstairs.

Alarmed prison guards pointed incredulously at a certain window:

"It’s Prison Director Qian’s office!"

As they spoke, several prison guards immediately rushed towards the main building.

But faster than anyone else was Li Bashan, ordered by Feng Mu, who sprang off the ground like a cannonball, leaping several meters to the window.

He ripped the window apart with his bare hands, dashing in and out, carrying a bloody and mangled form back.

"Quick, quick, quick, Prison Director Qian is still breathing, hurry and get him to the hospital for rescue."

Feng Mu stepped forward in a flash, his fingers trembling as they felt for Qian Huan’s breath.

If the two glass-shattered nostrils, spewing blood froth, could still be called a nose.

Feng Mu bowed his head, his eyes behind the lenses revealing a bizarre rotating Hook Jade.

Qian Huan [17/417]

The triple-layer explosion-proof glass had indeed played a significant role, blocking most of the explosion’s impact, yet it became the most lethal secondary damage.

Logically speaking, someone like Qian Huan, who neither hosted an Evil Sacrifice parasite, nor underwent scientific modifications, and had ordinary Martial Arts skills, was bound to die from such severe injuries.

But, he had a loyal subordinate.

Under the gaze of the Blood Bar Deceit Eye, Qian Huan’s life was transformed into a ’blood bar’.

([Blood Bar Deceit Eye]: With this secret technique, you can see the opponent’s blood bar; the consequence is that both your body and the opponent’s body will be digitalized during the secret technique’s duration, immune to all fatal attacks, dying only when the blood bar hits zero.)

Even though the blood bar was rapidly decreasing, once it hit zero, he would still die.

A drop of black blood quietly oozed from Feng Mu’s fingertip, seeping silently into Qian Huan’s shattered body.

In the past, he used [Feast] to always kill the target completely before bringing them back to life, calling it "gifted transformation".

But this time was different, he didn’t want Qian Huan to be resurrected; he just wanted to keep his good leader’s last breath.

The best leader should be like a dead person, yet not truly dead.

Because when truly dead, they would be replaced by a new one.

So, this time it wasn’t a gift, just a simple blood transfusion.

Perhaps, blood transfusion was the correct use of [Feast], and the "kill first, save later" approach of the gift was an extreme misuse?!!

Feng Mu transfused blood bit by bit, in the truest sense of bit by bit.

He barely replenished Qian Huan’s blood bar to [30/417] and it wouldn’t go up any further, truly just a "sliver" of blood.

Feng Mu’s love for his superior was extremely stingy, yet he showed extreme anxiety outwardly, not panicking and still directing the scene.

Feng Mu shouted sternly:

"Where’s the prison doctor, hurry up and bandage Qian Prison Director, why are you just standing there?"

"Liu Yi, you go start the car, Secretary Hou, please contact the hospital to make preparations."

Feng Mu spoke rapidly, snapping the stunned crowd back to reality.

Only then did the prison doctor stumble forward, and Hou Wendong nodded, pulling out his phone.

Deng Jiajia’s on-the-spot reaction was absolutely in the top tier, and she stood out as the best among the reporters.

While Feng Mu directed the scene, she directed the camera to shoot Feng Mu.

The camera closely followed the thrilling rescue scene:

Li Bashan’s burly figure charged out like a tank, holding the bloody and mangled Prison Director Qian in his arms.

Feng Mu followed closely, keeping his left hand steadily supporting the back of Qian Huan’s head, as if using all his strength to help Prison Director Qian breathe more smoothly.

Deng Jiajia directed a close-up shot.

Feng Mu’s sleeves were soaked with fresh blood, his hand veins bulging.

Anyone could see through the screen that there was a relationship between Feng Mu and Prison Director Qian that went beyond a normal superior-subordinate bond, one that resembled the protection of the most important existence in life rather than rescuing a superior.

Indeed, to Feng Mu, what he held in his hands wasn’t Qian Huan, but clearly the key to initiating the "Base Vehicle" and taking control of the Second Prison in the future.

In front of the big TV screen, Li Hanyu’s face turned as pale as paper.

She covered her mouth in horror, her legs uncontrollably weakening.

Until she saw the close-up of Qian Huan’s bloody and mangled face, she suddenly jumped up as if electrocuted, bare feet ready to rush out the door.

"You haven’t put on clothes yet!"

Wang Xinfa grabbed her wrist, his grip leaving red marks on her skin from the force.

With a grim face, he zipped up his pants, not bothering to console his trembling lover, grabbing his coat and striding out quickly.

The elevator lights cast a cold reflection in his glasses.

The [Octagonal Cage Beast Fighting Plan] had become a crucial cog in his political map, and he couldn’t allow anyone to ruin it.

Several possibilities flashed across his mind quickly:

"Is it that the prison system hasn’t given up, or is it an opposing Member of Parliament trying to hinder my efforts to gain influence, who, who did this?"

Wang Xinfa wasn’t a detective, he couldn’t figure out the answer immediately.

The waiting driver promptly slid the black sedan to the front door, and as the secretary opened the door respectfully, the stormy look in the Member of Parliament’s eyes was evident.

"Tell Li Shang to see me immediately."

He sat in the back seat, his voice cold and eerie,

"Also, I need to know as soon as possible if Qian Huan can be saved."

The secretary nodded vigorously, dialing the phone while gesturing to the driver.

The driver understood and drove swiftly towards the Executive Government.

Wang Xinfa closed his eyes slightly, already contemplating the worst-case scenario — if Qian Huan couldn’t be saved, who should be selected to replace Qian Huan to continue advancing the subsequent plans without disruption.

This replacement must be obedient enough and capable enough to keep the prison in check without further trouble, smart enough to handle all the possible pressure that might come from all directions, and also...

Must get the nod of approval from Bright Group.

Wang Xinfa sifted through face after face in his mind but couldn’t find one that met all the criteria.

In the midst of his chaotic thoughts, a young face flashed across his mind from the TV but was immediately dismissed:

"Too inexperienced."

Wang Xinfa muttered to himself,

"No foundation, inexperienced, even if the abilities are fine... but in other areas, they are far from qualified."

Suddenly, a name came to Wang Xinfa’s mind, and he squinted his eyes, muttering to himself:

"Bringing him back might be qualified, but I wonder if Bright Group would agree."

Even though Qian Huan still lingered with a sliver of life, Wang Xinfa was already enacting a contingency plan as if he were dead.

The cold heartlessness of a Member of Parliament was chilling.

Unlike Feng Mu, who rushed anxiously to the hospital, cold and near breakdown, conveying a hint of warmth that humanity still existed to a distraught mother...