Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 265 - 249: Does Wearing Armor Make You Weak?!!

"In our utterly ordinary Second Prison, we're not allowed to have such outstanding people exist," Feng Mu said, his eyes showing a fleeting strange red line as he lowered his head.

Qian Huan ended the call and looked quietly at Feng Mu through the thick explosion-proof glass for a moment before speaking slowly, his pace unhurried:

"Feng Mu, you've been working at Second Prison for a week now. How do you feel? Can you adjust?"

Feng Mu looked up to meet Qian Huan's gentle gaze, so different from the indifference of their first meeting, and quickly stood up, responding respectfully and formally:

"Warden, although I'm new here, Second Prison has given me a warm impression. The prisoners are willing to listen to reason, my colleagues are approachable, and my direct supervisor is considerate. I've felt the warmth of a family here."

"???" Qian Huan's expression couldn't hold.

So, you're calling the inmates' ambush on you turning into their own defeat as being willing to listen to reason; colleagues backstabbing you as being approachable; and your supervisor setting you up as being considerate, huh?

Qian Huan looked at Feng Mu's earnest expression and felt speechless: "If I didn't know what you've been through, I might have been fooled by your nonsense."

Since Feng Mu's answer was unconventional, Qian Huan swallowed the polite inquiries he'd prepared in advance.

He thought for a moment, decided to skip the fake pleasantries, and asked meaningfully:

"So do you think there's no problem with the environment at Second Prison?"

Feng Mu shook his head and slowly said, "Not exactly."

He paused, sighed deeply, and showed a hint of compassion in his tone:

"The nature of this job is indeed just a tad high-risk. This morning, my team leader couldn't withstand the pressure and committed suicide."

He continued, "Also, I seem to have heard that my division head had some incident last night, as if they ran away from home to find his nephew and is currently missing."

A flash of reminiscence passed through Feng Mu's eyes, and he softly concluded:

"They were both very good people. Alas, how could such misfortune happen? I felt deeply saddened when I heard the bad news."

"You think your two superiors, one committed suicide, and the other ran away from home?" Qian Huan's eyes twitched involuntarily.

Feng Mu, however, looked unusually serious:

"Otherwise? They couldn't possibly have been harmed by bad guys, right? Overnight, our Second Prison lost two members of management. Such news spreading out would reflect terribly on the company.

Anyway, I absolutely don't believe that under your wise governance, such malicious events could happen at Second Prison."

Qian Huan's pupils suddenly contracted. He suddenly felt that Feng Mu's words had some truth.

He looked deeply at Feng Mu, then smiled:

"You're right, there are no bad people at our Second Prison. Anyone trying to make a fuss over these two events is framing us, throwing dirt on our Second Prison. As the warden, I will absolutely not allow such things to happen."

Feng Mu immediately stood straighter, righteously declaring:

"Yes, I firmly believe in your wisdom as the warden. Although I am a lowly subordinate, if anyone tries to use this against you, I will definitely stand up, refusing to be a silent coward."

In their conversation, not a single word asked, "Were you the murderer?" Yet, seemingly in and between the lines, every punctuation mark tacitly agreed on the premise and tactically reached a mutual understanding.

The translation sums it up as:

I can "take the fall" and protect you; I'm willing to be your "knife" to target anyone you wish! 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

The art of speaking for the wise lies in understanding without the need to explicitly say.

Shi Wuming stood in the corner like an invisible man, listening to their conversation; it felt both like he had overheard something and like he hadn't heard anything at all.

He felt the world's deep malice against the pure-hearted and could only sigh inwardly:

"Another two silver coins... Alas, a brainless person like me is only fit to be a bodyguard, to take the knife or the bullet for them."

After a round of conversation, Qian Huan had not fully achieved his goal of controlling Feng Mu, who turned out to be smarter and more shameless than expected. As the warden, he found it difficult to say the grandiose words that came out of Feng Mu's mouth.

Qian Huan wasn't fully satisfied but thought it was acceptable. The key is, with the bodyguard sent by his mother Li Hanyu, he felt more confident and could handle situations more smoothly.

Although Shi Wuming was there only to protect his safety and wouldn't completely obey his orders to kill.

He had to slowly cultivate and control the knife for killing himself.

But with armor, his mindset naturally changed.

This armor was not only the personal safety guarantee brought by Shi Wuming, but more importantly, Shi Wuming's arrival signified the Bright Group's backing as a signal.

Even if this backing was somewhat deceptive, how could anyone grasp the depth of this deception without throwing in a life or two? Crucially, the top of the prison system are all wise; nobody would want to use their life to test the depth for the collective, right?

In short, Qian Huan felt that the most dangerous period was over, and he had initially secured his position as warden.

Now, he could ease off the madness, proceed gradually, and handle things nicely without being overly bloody.

Let everything return to the surface rules of the poker table.

Qian Huan's thoughts spun, contemplating his most beneficial development, as he spoke to Feng Mu:

"After all, we're short of two people now, and the Second Prison is a bit on edge. As the warden, I still have a responsibility I can't shirk."

This time, Feng Mu didn't chime in.

Qian Huan pulled an envelope from the drawer, reaching it through the narrow gap in the explosion-proof wall:

"As fate would have it, the two people missing are both your direct superiors. Let's not mention the missing one for now, but Tian Tao's family is left with a widow and orphan. How about you represent me and the Second Prison to extend some compassion and condolences?"

Feng Mu took the envelope with both hands, greatly appreciating the human kindness he saw in Qian Huan akin to his own.

He said, "The warden is benevolent, but why should the money come from only him? I think we should start a fundraiser and let every prison guard at Second Prison donate a bit."

Qian Huan also saw the human kindness in Feng Mu, and agreed sympathetically: "Alright, you handle it then."

A good deed shouldn't go unnoticed; it has to be known to lead people toward kindness!

Qian Huan smiled again and said, "Hopefully, after the fundraising, the storm over these two incidents can settle quickly, allowing everything at Second Prison to get back on track."

Feng Mu understood the insinuation in Qian Huan's words and heard the "peacefulness" in his tone.

Feng Mu didn't like this "peacefulness" at all; he believed one should doggedly pursue a path without turning back. Since madness already led to overturning the table, how could one half-heartedly stop, drop their weapons, and turn back to safety?

"Indeed, once someone puts on armor, their spirit becomes weak. I need to give the warden a boost of progressive motivation," thought Feng Mu to himself, though outwardly, he appeared compliant:

"I believe Second Prison will surely get back on track and head down the right path under the wise leadership of the warden!"