Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 327 - 311: Tainted by Proximity, Prolong Life?

Chapter 327: Chapter 311: Tainted by Proximity, Prolong Life?

Gong Qi looked at his junior brother with sparkling eyes and said deeply:

"Junior brother is truly a kind soul; I admire you. However, you have to practice martial arts daily, so how can you care for so many people?"

Gong Qi paused slightly, considering his words:

"I don’t think you can’t do it, junior brother. I just feel that today I am deeply moved and my soul has been touched. I also have a passion that I can’t express and want to learn from you to be a good person, so..."

Gong Qi grinned exaggeratedly to the root of his ears, his tongue stretching softly, and said sincerely:

"So on the path of treating people kindly, junior brother, please take your senior brother along."

Feng Mu looked at Gong Qi’s oddly extended tongue, increasingly feeling that his fifth senior brother resembled a venomous snake, and the more he watched, the more satisfied he felt.

As Feng Mu, he believed his fifth senior brother was very good;

As Feng Mu, he thought it could be even better, perhaps adding a prefix of [Destiny]?

The vehicle slowly came to a stop. Before Liu Yi could get out, Guan Chong dashed over and meticulously opened the car door for Feng Mu.

The rest of the people watched this scene with a slight sense of frustration.

They couldn’t beat Guan Chong in answering questions quickly, couldn’t collect achievements faster, and now they even lagged behind in opening car doors?

For a moment, everyone’s thinking had somewhat improved, and Feng Mu also sensed the change in atmosphere, so he smiled gently.

He hoped to unite his subordinates, but he wouldn’t fix the order of the knots and sequences in this unity; everyone’s position in the organization is something they need to strive for themselves.

This might as well be the notion of one’s position determining their mindset.

Thinking back to his past life as a corporate grinder, he hated the "wolf culture"; yet now, he believed competition was the ladder to human progress.

Of course, he did not advocate for harsh discipline and coercion. On the contrary, he preferred to inspire his employees through encouragement, arousing their loyalty and initiative from a more humane perspective.

Feng Mu patted Guan Chong on the shoulder, asking calmly and gently, "Have you chosen your helper?"

"Yes, I have."

While answering, Guan Chong glanced behind him. Two prison guards stepped out and stood behind him, their faces showing a smile as if they licked the gravy because they didn’t get the meat.

Feng Mu is not the type of leader who dumps tasks and ignores them. His every word and action interpreted leadership responsibility.

He said warmly, "Don’t be afraid of any resistance you encounter. Remember, you are not alone; our strength is combined, and will always stand as your most solid backing."

Feng Mu’s tone was very gentle, but in everyone’s ears, it was more inspiring than any impassioned speech.

Everyone turned their gaze to Feng Mu, thinking of those unsuitable leaders in the Second Prison. The difference between them and Feng Mu was as clear as black and white, apparent at a glance.

In the depths of each person’s heart arose an uncontrollable shared wish:

"If only Feng Mu were the warden himself, instead of just the warden’s favorite, how great would that be!"

Unfortunately, [Blood Bar Deceit Eye] has not yet been able to discern loyalty; otherwise, he could have clearly seen the loyalty and cohesion of this newly formed and even unnamed organization skyrocketing multiple times a day, each time surging like a circuit breaker.

Guan Chong and the others nodded frantically.

The gentle smile on Feng Mu’s face grew more pronounced, with not a hint of aggression, looking much like a kind teacher handing out small red flowers to outstanding students in class. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

He looked at Guan Chong and said, "Now it’s time for rewards. Go, enjoy it well!"

Guan Chong’s neck thickened with excitement, unable to express his gratitude with words. With a crisp "Sir!", he stood at attention on the spot and saluted Feng Mu with the two behind him.

Feng Mu favored saluting with a fist over the heart, but the salute style of fingers closed into a palm position by the temple seemed acceptable too.

Feng Mu returned a light salute, while a voice resonated softly within him:

"One day, I will use my fist instead of my palm, so everyone will offer their hearts to me."

Gong Qi watched with a hint of regret as the three left with an aura of hostility:

"Why didn’t they choose me? Was my method of severing heads not attractive enough?"

In fact, it wasn’t that. It was mainly because he was Feng Mu’s senior brother, and his "noble" identity card created a sense of insurmountable distance for Guan Chong and others.

At this point, Liu Yi strode up, presenting a phone to Feng Mu, saying solemnly:

"The prison events have been exposed online by a self-media person named [Graveyard Tree]. So far, over ten thousand people have viewed his post."

Feng Mu took the phone and skimmed through it quickly, remaining expressionless and unsurprised at the current situation.

He paused momentarily on the post author’s name, chuckling softly:

"[Graveyard Tree]? The name is fitting. This report seems to have dug the warden’s grave, hehe—"

Liu Yi couldn’t decipher the meaning in Feng Mu’s words, but seeing Feng Mu’s consistently calm demeanor, his own anxiety eased.

Liu Yi wasn’t siding with the warden, but in his technical role, he didn’t care much about whether the Second Prison would fully sever from the prison system. After all, switching sides wouldn’t lead to his dismissal.

But now, Liu Yi inwardly hoped for the warden Qian Huan to weather this storm, not for Qian Huan’s sake, but for Feng Mu.

Though the interaction was brief, merely half a day, he had already witnessed Feng Mu’s charismatic personality.

Feng Mu handed the phone back to Liu Yi, and as he stepped towards the prison, he nonchalantly remarked:

"This time, it’s quite inevitable for the warden to be doomed. Liu Yi, what do you think we should do next?"

Liu Yi pondered for a moment, gritting his teeth:

"We must find this [Graveyard Tree] and make him delete the post and publicly admit to slander and apologize. If he doesn’t cooperate, we’d have to..."

Liu Yi’s eyes glinted harshly, and he gestured a chopping hand towards Feng Mu, the meaning clear.

Gong Qi remained silent, observing Liu Yi. He noticed that in just half a day, Liu Yi’s demeanor seemed to have undergone a drastic transformation, almost like a metamorphosis.

This change was like a flawless piece of paper accidentally stained with dark ink, quickly spreading to gray and never returning to white.

He looked less like a timid technical prison guard now and exuded an aura like those in the Second Prison frequently wielding electric batons.

Gong Qi discreetly glanced at others and couldn’t help but marvel internally:

"My junior brother may not teach them martial arts, but he’s taught them something far more terrifying. Like a dog, martial arts can only sharpen its claws, but a dog remains a dog. However, what junior brother teaches can transform a dog into a wolf!"

Feng Mu gave Liu Yi a subtle look, nodding slightly in agreement, then lightly shook his head, sighing:

"Yours isn’t a bad idea, but it’s quite difficult to find [Graveyard Tree] in a short time, and the warden doesn’t have much time left, so we need to buy the warden some time."

Liu Yi nodded, understanding belatedly, only he didn’t know that Feng Mu’s method of "buying time" was a bit costly!

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