Chapter 528: Chapter 512: All-In? Card Verification!

Inside the Second Prison.

Qin Liang looked at the name displayed on his phone, hesitating for a moment before answering the call.

He had a premonition about this call. After all, with Qian Huan blown to such a miserable state, Li Hanyu would definitely investigate the situation at the Second Prison.

And since she had no spies in the Second Prison, she would most likely come to ask him first.

However, the question took Qin Liang by surprise.

Qin Liang finally pressed the answer button, hesitating before saying:

"Hello, Madam Li, Prison Director Qian he..."

Just as he spoke, he was interrupted by a question from the other end of the phone.

The question landed like a blow to the head, causing his temples to throb intensely.

Qin Liang quickly looked around, then instinctively pushed the door open and walked into the cold storage room.

It was as if he felt this was the safest place where no one would eavesdrop on him.

He expected the call, but he never expected such a question.

In an instant, his palms were sweating from fright, and he had to switch hands, wiping his sweaty palm on his pants.

"You’re suspecting Feng Mu, but Prison Director Qian clearly trusted him the most."

Qin Liang couldn’t fathom Li Hanyu’s thoughts, but being experienced, he knew he couldn’t afford to say anything wrong at this moment.

Otherwise...

Li Hanyu did not answer Qin Liang’s question, instead she continued to inquire:

"You don’t need to be concerned, just tell me what you know."

Qin Liang’s face darkened, then his eyes slowly shifted towards a cold storage cabinet, where Feng Mu’s gift to him lay.

He couldn’t afford to offend Li Hanyu, but he equally didn’t dare lose Feng Mu’s friendship.

The warm and calm smile of everyday flashed through Qin Liang’s mind, sending an inexplicable shiver down his spine.

He weighed his options repeatedly in his heart, and finally made a decision.

He took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound steady and firm, and replied in a deep voice:

"As far as I know, there’s no conflict between Feng Mu and Prison Director Qian. On the contrary, Prison Director Qian values Feng Mu greatly, which is evident to everyone, and Feng Mu is also loyal to him without a second thought."

Pausing slightly, Qin Liang gritted his teeth before adding:

"To say something I shouldn’t, quite a few people privately gossip that Zhao Xing’s death was orchestrated by Prison Director Qian, and the person who executed it... was Feng Mu."

Qin Liang’s implied plea was, please stop asking, Feng Mu is your son’s Black Glove.

Li Hanyu, however, seemed oblivious and continued to ask:

"So, are you sure there’s no friction at all?"

Qin Liang remained silent; he didn’t dare answer this one flippantly.

After thinking it over, he could only say:

"I can’t say for certain whether it counts as friction. Well, it’s just that there seems to be some resentment between Feng Mu and another of Prison Director Qian’s trusted aides, named Wang Cong."

Qin Liang slyly shifted the friction between Feng Mu and Qian Huan onto Wang Cong.

Li Hanyu fell into contemplation on the other end of the phone.

She looked into the surgery room filled with tubes, where not much skin was left on her son, recalling the indifferent figure with the gourd seen during the day.

Wang Cong came and left hurriedly, without a decent word of consolation, forming a stark contrast with Feng Mu’s constant presence.

If Feng Mu gave her a feeling of affection and loyalty, then Wang Cong left an impression of indifference and heartlessness.

Simply put, Li Hanyu’s initial impression of Wang Cong was very unfavorable.

Qin Liang, hearing no response for a long time from the other end of the call, grew even more anxious.

Gritting his teeth, he braced himself and added:

"I just can’t understand what motive Feng Mu would have to harm Prison Director Qian, Madam Li, where did your suspicion arise from?"

Li Hanyu naturally would not explain much to Qin Liang. After pondering for a moment, she said steadily:

"Alright, I understand, Forensic Doctor Qin. I hope you can forget this conversation of ours."

Qin Liang quickly replied: "Alright, Madam Li."

The call ended, and Qin Liang muttered a curse under his breath:

"Living people are truly troublesome."

He then opened the mortuary cabinet, feeling the chill blow over him.

He gazed at the frost-covered gift inside, his mood somewhat eased, and couldn’t help but mumble to himself:

"No matter how many times I see it, it’s incomparable beauty."

Qin Liang’s expression changed several times before picking up his phone, carefully editing the answers from the call into a text message, sending it to Feng Mu.

Soon enough, his phone buzzed, notifying him of a new message.

— Thank you, Forensic Doctor Qin, you’ve worked hard, rest early. By the way, is there any gift you want recently, Forensic Doctor Qin?

Reading this text, the corners of Qin Liang’s mouth curved slightly, revealing a subtle smile.

Just like how Li Hanyu compared Wang Cong and Feng Mu, with a clear distinction, Qin Liang felt a similar comparison between Li Hanyu and Feng Mu.

Each question from the former’s call felt like an interrogation, filled with the coldness of a superior;

While the latter’s text, even the punctuation marks conveyed care, full of the warmth between friends.

If it were you, which side would you choose?

Feng Mu sat in the car, expressionlessly replying to Qin Liang.

"Is this what they call the suspicion of those in power? Outwardly professing trust, yet forcing me to swear on my father and sister, only to sneakily investigate me behind my back?"

Feng Mu coldly sneered in his heart, gaining a deeper understanding of the shamelessness of those in power.

I saved your son, yet you suspect me?

It’s truly disheartening.

Luckily, I always accumulate good deeds and treat people sincerely, exchanging true hearts with true hearts with friends.

Feng Mu decided to gift Qin Liang two new presents to show his gratitude.

Saying one thing in the message, but sending two gifts; imagine how surprised the friend would be, and how solid the friendship would remain?

These are the life lessons Feng Mu has accumulated over time.

In this day and age, being a villain isn’t just about mindless violence and cruelty, but rather being more like a good person and better at understanding human relationships.

So those with no talent should just honestly be a good person, and never think of becoming a villain.

After turning these thoughts over, Feng Mu pondered again:

"However, Li Hanyu investigating me isn’t because she doubts me, but like a gambler preparing to go all-in, it’s the last card check.

It seems she indeed has no one else to use, and can only place all her bets on me; in that case, let me lend her another hand!"

Feng Mu, being considerate as ever, decided to empathize with Li Hanyu’s difficulties, considering the deep bond with Prison Director Qian.

"The previous backup plans don’t seem comprehensive enough, with Li Hanyu being so suspicious, I need to devise a foolproof plan to completely dispel her doubts about me and earn her complete trust."

Feng Mu had quite the insight into the art of gaining others’ trust.

In just a blink, he came up with no fewer than thirteen plans in his mind and quickly picked out the one most suitable for Li Hanyu.