Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 330 - 314: Rapid Promotion?

Qian Huan rummaged through the files with large movements, not particularly trying to avoid Feng Mu’s gaze.

On one hand, perhaps he thought that the handwriting on the report was too small for Feng Mu, sitting at a distance, to clearly see the dense text.

On the other hand, Qian Huan might not consider the contents of these reports to be particularly sensitive.

Most importantly, the trust index Feng Mu held in Qian Huan was continuously hitting new highs. From the bottom of his heart, Qian Huan didn’t mind revealing a bit of secrets to Feng Mu.

Thus, as each page of color reports flipped swiftly, they were captured clearly by Feng Mu’s dynamic vision.

Although many tables and fonts were obscured due to the angle, the title "Bone Report" was completely visible at the top.

Additionally, terms like "Bright·Second Level Database" and "Bone Detection Eye," which appeared frequently, were noted by Feng Mu, sparking some attention and speculation in him.

Feng Mu maintained a calm demeanor, yet he subtly glanced at Shi Wuming in the corner, his gaze sweeping over the latter’s cold eyes.

Feng Mu didn’t doubt Qian Huan at all, instead, he focused all suspicion on Shi Wuming. At this moment, he and Qian Huan had totally mutual trust, reaching a peak level.

Feng Mu pondered:

"Could there be something wrong with my bone report, leading to Cheng Gao’s attack? The issue indeed stems from Shi Wuming, doesn’t it?"

Nevertheless, Feng Mu didn’t harbor resentment against Cheng Gao. On the contrary, he was quite grateful for the "dynamic vision" left as a gift by the other party.

Similarly, he’s not angry at Shi Wuming anymore. He was just a bit curious whether Shi Wuming could learn from the spirit of his friends and leave him a distinctive pair of eyes too?

Within him, Feng Mu felt a slight stirring:

"The ’Blood Bar Deceit Eye’ is slightly lacking compared to the Sharingan in certain details, but perhaps I can find a way to complete it?"

Shi Wuming, with sharp perception, gazed at Feng Mu without any emotion, the coldness in his eyes unmasked.

Feng Mu turned his head and revealed a seemingly friendly smile to Shi Wuming, a smile emanating warmth and sincerity from deep within his facial bones, without a trace of falseness.

For a moment, Shi Wuming’s gaze lingered on Feng Mu’s genuine smile, his mind filling with question marks:

"That fool Feng Mu, does he still not know I’m trying to kill him and sell the body?"

At this time, Feng Mu’s smile was heartfelt. His initial plan was just to kill Shi Wuming, but now he hoped Shi Wuming would feel his goodwill more before dying.

With goodwill exchanged for goodwill, in this way, Shi Wuming’s heart might explode with the "gift" he desired, right?

Though the "Blood Bar Deceit Eye’s" "Copy" function is random, Feng Mu is still willing to dream that every bit of goodwill should not be wasted!

Qian Huan slammed Lou Rui’s report onto the table, letting out a cold snort:

"It’s not Lou Rui. Whether in terms of his abilities or his position, he’s far from sufficient."

Feng Mu immediately nodded, voicing Qian Huan’s thoughts:

"The Prison Chief’s perception is sharp. I’ve judged the same—Lou Rui is definitely not the instigator behind the scenes; he’s merely a link in this chain. There must be more weighty figures hidden behind him, possibly more than one."

Qian Huan’s face turned gloomy, "Who do you think it could be?"

Without the slightest hesitation, leaving no room or retreat for himself, Feng Mu, appearing ready to stand or fall with the Prison Chief, resolutely replied:

"Zhao Xing, Zhou Hu—only a Prison Chief of such caliber could orchestrate such a large-scale prisoner riot. I believe it’s one or several of them working together."

Feng Mu paused, his voice dripping with menace:

"They all deserve death—every last one of them. But, for now, I only have Lou Rui in custody and lack concrete evidence pointing towards them."

Each of Feng Mu’s words seemed tailored for Qian Huan, striking right at his heart and even leaving room for Qian Huan to correct, thereby piecing the truth together further.

Qian Huan was quite satisfied with Feng Mu’s response, and coldly sneered:

"You’re right, Feng Mu. Every Prison Chief in the Second Prison has sufficient motives and suspicions, not just them—even outside the Second Prison, the upper echelons of the prison system might have people involved. Without backing, they might not have been brave enough to pull off something this big."

Feng Mu’s expression changed slightly, feigning astonishment, "Ah? This..."

Qian Huan, seeing Feng Mu’s shocked expression, wasn’t bothered, knowing Feng Mu made the same mistake as Wang Cong, limiting his view to just the Second Prison and missing the larger board.

But this wasn’t their fault—their upbringing and environment limited their perspective and had to be nurtured over time.

Qian Huan suddenly stood up, walking purposefully to the glass wall, gritting his teeth:

"However, you needn’t concern yourself with higher-level struggles. I will handle those. If they have someone inciting behind the scenes, I, Qian Huan, also have someone behind me—but I’ll have to bleed a bit, let go of more chips, huh..."

Whether he truly had confidence or was merely feigning calm to reassure Feng Mu was uncertain, but he shifted his tone sharply:

"Anyhow, Feng Mu, I don’t care what means you use—you must pry open Lou Rui’s mouth for me and nail down the guilty as fast as possible, understood?" 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Feng Mu met Qian Huan’s sinister gaze through the blast-proof wall and, feigning hesitation, said:

"Of course, I am a hundred into doing this for the Prison Chief. However, they have informants scattered throughout the Second Prison. Any actions I take will likely not go unnoticed.

I’m just worried that some Prison Chiefs won’t sit still and might protect their subordinates, coming to demand people from me. Given my lowly position, how can I refuse them?"

Qian Huan, following Feng Mu’s line of thought, delved into deeper consideration and realized this potential problem.

If he remained in the prison, the Prison Chiefs might not dare be too arrogant.

However, he certainly couldn’t stay in the Second Prison forever; he needed to go outside and conduct necessary activities.

Therefore, then, how could Feng Mu intimidate those plotting Prison Chiefs? How could he suppress them, merely as a Prison Guard—not even a captain?!!

Qian Huan felt immense regret for not quickly promoting Feng Mu earlier.

Fortunately, Qian Huan’s mind turned quickly, and by this point, he had shed all scruples.

He immediately returned to the table, took out paper and pen, signed an appointment, and affixed his seal with both hands.

At the moment the seal became effective, a prompt popped up on Feng Mu’s retina....