Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 348 - 332: Returning the Favor

At the same time, in the parking lot at the foot of a mid-range residential high-rise, Feng Mu received a call from the prison system.

The voice on the other end sounded very young, clearly instructing him to report to the Patrol Office early the next morning to assist Chief Constable Chen Yang with the investigation.

Feng Mu did not show the slightest resistance; instead, he expressed sincere gratitude for his trust in the prison system.

Before hanging up, he politely asked which leader in the prison system had taken the trouble to issue this order.

The response from the other end was courteous and vague, both surprising and reasonable:

"Sorry, I can’t answer your question. Oh, me? I’m Feng Baoguang, a temporary worker on shift in the delivery room!"

Feng Mu politely hung up the phone, furrowed his brows slightly, and murmured to himself with a thoughtful look:

"Which high-ranking official in the prison system, did they smell the scent of danger? Haha—, it seems it’s the same everywhere, temporary workers are the best firewalls!"

While opening the car door for Feng Mu, Guan Chong spoke with a somber face:

"Minister, Chen Yang is probably the young Chief Constable we met outside Gong Lao’s house last time. Tonight, I’ll guard the door of the Patrol Office and shoot him dead as soon as he shows up tomorrow morning."

Feng Mu had no doubt about the determination in Guan Chong’s words; he really planned to ambush and kill a Chief Constable at the door of the Patrol Office.

Since being taught how to use a gun, Guan Chong’s mind has been filled with the realization of communicating with the world through gunfire.

Feng Mu was very satisfied with this but also a bit troubled.

He declined Guan Chong’s good intentions, speaking gently:

"Guan Chong, I have no doubt you can kill him, but there’s no need to rush. Coincidentally, I also want to visit the Patrol Office myself."

Feng Mu paused slightly, then his face bloomed with a meaningful smile, continuing to explain:

"My father was a Chief Constable at the Patrol Office, and as his son, I’ve never really had a good look around there. If this is spread, outsiders might think I’m unfilial. This opportunity is rare and we shouldn’t let Chen Yang’s invitation go to waste."

A trace of concern flashed across Guan Chong’s face: "What if Chen Yang really intends to frame you, Minister?"

Feng Mu chuckled lightly; he already had a plan in mind, but he wouldn’t undermine his subordinate’s loyalty and enthusiasm. Instead, he replied gently:

"If it really comes to that, it won’t be too late for you to talk to him then, right?"

Guan Chong felt the Minister’s approval and trust, as if he was tasked with safeguarding his well-being. This made his chest burn with warmth, and he nodded firmly.

Feng Mu continued to walk forward unhurriedly, while Guan Chong quickly opened the trunk, pulling out two boxes of exquisite synthetic food gift sets, and followed him into the unit door.

Two minutes later.

The elevator doors slowly opened.

Guan Chong firmly held the two boxes of gifts, while Feng Mu stood beside him, directing a gentle and refined smile towards the peephole as he spoke warmly:

"Sister-in-law, sorry for the inconvenience, could you open the door? There are some benefits from the prison being distributed, and Chief Zhou Hu specifically asked us to come over and deliver them."

This scene seemed familiar.

So two minutes later, Feng Mu slowly squatted down, his gaze softly landing on a woman curled up in the corner and trembling uncontrollably.

His face maintained a delicate smile, speaking warmly:

"Sister-in-law, in the future, you’d better remember not to open the door to strangers so easily, especially not to your husband’s colleagues. Understand?"

Zhou Hu’s wife was as pale as paper, her eyes filled with fear, she looked at Guan Chong’s dark gun barrel and then shifted her gaze to Feng Mu’s kind face, instinctively leaning towards Feng Mu.

Feng Mu smiled gently, soothing her in a soft voice:

"Sister-in-law, don’t be afraid, we mean you no harm. It’s just that your husband took something from my friend today. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Well, I believe it was unintentional, so could you call him and ask him to unintentionally return the item to my friend?"

With trembling hands, Zhou Hu’s wife took the phone, her fingers touching the buttons lightly. When the call connected, her voice quivered with sobs:

"Zhou Hu, two of your colleagues are at home, they say you took something from someone else. What on earth did you take? Hurry and return it to them!!!

In a previous life, Feng Mu had seen many news stories about child trafficking and deeply understood how hard it was to find those children who had been abducted.

Fortunately, in this life, he learned the thought process of a detective, and he had his own solution to dealing with abductions — to use the way of others to deal with them!

As for sparing the family from harm?

Sorry, in the education Feng Mu received, a family must advance and retreat together, and must remain united!

...

Second Prison, Light Supervision Area.

Inside the Prison Chief’s office, Zhou Hu logged into the prison system’s intranet, his eyes falling on the latest "announcement" on the screen, and the corners of his mouth curled into a sinister arc.

"The higher-ups want Feng Mu to go to the Patrol Office for investigation tomorrow morning!!! Great, wonderful, acting so arrogantly, now even Qian Huan can’t protect you, hmph—"

Zhou Hu laughed heartily in his office, unable to suppress the excitement in his heart, wishing to fly to the Internal Inspection Department to see for himself the panic and confusion on Feng Mu’s face upon hearing this news.

"Youngsters are still too naive, not knowing how to leave themselves a way out, wholeheartedly following Qian Huan’s sinking ship, but now that the boat is sinking, you’re going to be the first sacrificial fish fodder, hahahaha!"

Zhou Hu’s grin was unstoppable, but then his expression froze as he answered his wife’s call.

Zhou Hu was stunned for three seconds, his mind falling into a momentary blankness, unable to recall what he might have taken from someone today, but the sobs coming from the other end were all too real.

He involuntarily lowered his voice, urgently asking over the phone:

"Honey, speak clearly, who is at our home? What have they done to you?"

The sobs from the other end continued intermittently, and Zhou Hu’s wife could not answer his questions; she could only mechanically repeat what she said before.

The veins on Zhou Hu’s forehead bulged like writhing worms, unable to suppress his anger and fear, he roared incoherently into the phone:

"Who, who is in my house, I’ll kill you, you answer the phone, don’t stay silent, you—pick up the phone for me!"

Just as Zhou Hu was about to lose control in his fury, a faint laughter suddenly echoed from the other end of the phone.

The laughter came through the receiver with a slightly distorted resonance, yet it reverberated in his eardrums with unusual clarity, containing an inexplicable familiarity that sent Zhou Hu plummeting into an icy abyss:

"Anger doesn’t solve problems; on the contrary, anger is a sign of weakness. So, I advise you, Prison Chief, to best adjust your demeanor and choose a different attitude when speaking with me......"