Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 339 - 323: Can Feng Mu Even Solve Cases?

Let’s be honest, Station Chief Lou did indeed issue an order, allocating 50 head-count targets to Zhou Hu.

Zhou Hu did meticulously prepare and plot, but before he could take action, Zhao Xing’s Death Row staged a "complete annihilation" play.

50?

Zhao Xing completed even 100 of them, all while forcing Prison Warden Qian Huan to complete it for him.

Zhou Hu never expected that day at Station Chief Lou’s house, when Zhao Xing, who repeatedly said no, effortlessly achieved his own target and even completed Zhou Hu’s share.

"That’s ruthless!"

Zhou Hu thought he had been ruthless all his life, but it was only at that moment that he realized, people like him who frequently talk about being tough aren’t truly ruthless; the genuinely ruthless ones are like Zhao Xing, who appear soft-spoken.

"This is what Station Chief Lou taught me—the dog that bites doesn’t bark!"

This time, Zhou Hu looked at Zhao Xing in a new light.

"Since Zhao Xing has done everything, can I just sit back and enjoy the benefits without doing anything? Hmm..."

Zhou Hu originally was in a good mood today, if it weren’t for Ma Xuan being invited away by the Internal Inspection Department.

"Prison Warden Qian Huan must have completely lost his mind to appoint a new prison guard to form the Internal Inspection Department, responsible for investigating large-scale incidents like this; it’s simply ridiculous."

In Zhou Hu’s eyes, he was certain of his innocence and equally sure of Ma Xuan’s innocence, leading him to believe Feng Mu didn’t understand how to investigate.

The investigation direction isn’t completely off, but saying it will uncover the truth is absurd.

Zhou Hu thought for a moment, secretly took out his phone, and dialed a number, whispering a few orders into the receiver:

"Something big happened in Second Prison, Ma Xuan might have to stay for night shifts for a few days. So, go to his house and take care of things for him, let her not worry about Ma Xuan."

Zhou Hu felt utterly innocent, but he had to be cautious, for someone might try to pin the blame on him, since Second Prison is crawling with criminals.

If it were the missing Chang Wei, Zhou Hu would feel a bit more at ease because Chang Wei isn’t too bright, such people tend to be more loyal.

But Chang Wei went to find his nephew, and now the person taken by the Internal Inspection Department is Ma Xuan, so Zhou Hu had to make extra preparations.

Because Zhou Hu knew well that Ma Xuan is smart, and the big issue with smart people is that they often try to slip away; it might be necessary to screw them down firmly.

Good people feel they’re surrounded by criminals;

And criminals feel they’re surrounded by criminals;

Being a criminal is really tough!

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Zhao Xing had a completely different mindset from Zhou Hu at this moment. When he learned the Internal Inspection Department was established and took away Lou Rui and Ma Xuan, his mind went blank.

"How could it be, the riot in Death Row was clearly planned and driven by me, Zhou Hu hadn’t even had the chance to do anything yet, how did the Internal Inspection Department trace it to the Light Supervision Area?"

Zhao Xing struggled to sort through the intelligence reports fed back by his subordinates, but the more he thought, the more confused he became:

"Feng Mu being able to trace to Gong Lao isn’t surprising, but then Gong Lao was silenced, up to this point, everything was in my plan, but then..."

"Where did Lou Rui suddenly appear from? Oh, he’s an ordinary prison guard under the Light Supervision Area. But the problem is....."

"After Zhao Jia silenced Gong Lao, why didn’t he report to me immediately, but instead called Lou Rui? Is there some hidden connection between the two that I don’t know about?"

Zhao Xing’s mind was almost a chaotic mess; he had kept some contingency plans, waiting for someone to trace things back to him so he could use them to prove his innocence.

But he didn’t expect events to unfold completely differently from his predictions; those contingency plans had no stage to be showcased at all.

"Not being traced back to me should be a good thing, right?!!"

Zhao Xing sat in his chair, took out a blood-stained badge from his pocket, unconsciously clutching it in his hand. However, no hint of joy rose in his heart; instead, a nameless irritation enveloped him.

Zhao Xing cursed irritably: "Feng Mu, do you even know how to investigate a case?"

After pondering for a long time, Zhao Xing still felt the situation was too bizarre, after much hesitation, he finally took out his phone and dialed Zhou Hu’s number.

As soon as the call connected, Zhao Xing hadn’t even had a chance to speak when Zhou Hu’s somewhat irritable voice sounded in his ear:

"Do not call me, and don’t think about meeting me. The events in Death Row have nothing to do with me; I’m entirely innocent, don’t think about dragging me into your mess..."

This was followed by a string of vulgar words insulting women, leaving no chance for Zhao Xing to interject or explain; the call ended abruptly.

"???"

Listening to the dial tone, Zhao Xing’s face instantly turned as black as coal, almost crushing the badge he held.

After deeply inhaling for three seconds, Zhao Xing managed to suppress the fury in his chest, biting his gums so hard they bled, muttering to himself:

"Zhou Hu is trying to distance himself from me, this idiot, fool, what on earth is going through that brain of his?!!"

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In Second Prison, a certain cold warehouse has been cleaned briefly and temporarily converted into the office of the Internal Inspection Department.

Some small rooms were partitioned off to serve as interrogation rooms, with Lou Rui and Ma Xuan separately placed in two separate rooms.

In the room, lame Lou Rui was handcuffed with alloy cuffs on the wall, looking in terror at Guan Chong squatting in front of him; the latter’s face unusually calm, to the point of eeriness.

In the room were only Lou Rui and Guan Chong, others sensibly refraining from entering, since Feng Mu kindly said they should have a private space free from disturbance.

Guan Chong softly began:

"Do you know? I’ve dreamt countless times of the day when I can do this.

Imagining peeling your skin inch by inch with my nails, letting you witness the messy flesh and sinew, then using scissors to cut along muscle fibers, revealing the bone beneath, and then using a hammer to smash bone piece by piece."

Guan Chong’s voice carried a twisted sense of satisfaction as he continued:

"Throughout this process, you won’t die; you’ll stay alive, watching and experiencing continuously.

This process might last three days and nights, until all my hatred towards you transforms into minced meat on the scale."

Guan Chong paused, eyes glimmering with cruelty, continuing in a suffocatingly calm tone:

"I’ve calculated it carefully; as long as the weight on the scale reaches 98 jin and yet you remain alive, I’ll let you go. You should understand why it’s 98 jin, right? Because I stayed under you for 98 days, a jin per day, quite fair, don’t you think?"

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