Chapter 217 Begins
Feng Mu nodded without explaining: "Yes."
Tian Tao's anger seemed to be aroused by this sentence. He laughed in anger, with a hint of ferocity in his voice: "Did I warn you that you must collect every penny and not drag down the entire team?"
Feng Mu's expression remained calm and he nodded again: "Yes."
Tian Tao's brows were furrowed, veins bulging on his forehead. He suddenly reached out, grabbed Feng Mu's collar and pulled hard.
A sharp tearing sound was heard, and a corner of Feng Mu's collar was roughly torn, but his body stood still as if nailed to the floor, without moving an inch.
Tian Tao's movements suddenly stopped, his face turned livid, and after taking a deep breath, his voice became cold and eerie: "Feng Mu, do you think that if you don't charge the prisoners, they will be grateful to you?"
Tian Tao didn't wait for Feng Mu to answer, and said sarcastically: "No, these wild dogs will not be grateful to you. They will only smell the disgusting smell of weakness on you, and then pounce on you and gnaw your bones into pieces."
Feng Mu's expression remained calm, and he answered sincerely: "I know, so I never expected them to be truly grateful to me!"
Tian Tao said no more. He pointed outside the door coldly, his voice chilling to the bone: "I'm waiting for that day, waiting to see you torn to pieces by them without leaving even a bone residue. I hope that by then, you won't regret it."
Feng Mu walked towards the door calmly and slowly, his posture was calm and elegant, and he even remembered to close the door politely.
Although the captain's attitude was very rude, Feng Mu's attitude remained gentle throughout. In terms of treating people with courtesy, he almost achieved the ultimate.
As the crack in the door slowly closed, Feng Mu and Tian Tao's eyes met in the air for a moment.
Tian Tao looked at Feng Mu as if he were a dead person. He casually threw the torn cloth in his hand into the trash can and mocked him in his heart, "You naive and stupid guy, I'll wait to collect your body."
Feng Mu's expression remained gentle, but there was a strange blood line hidden in his eyes, looming, as if he had foreseen that the blood bar above Tian Tao's head would silently melt into a gray color.
When Feng Mu returned to the duty room, there was no one in the room.
He walked to the locker, gently opened the door, took out the thermos bucket outside, placed it gently on the table, and then unscrewed the lid.
Feng Mu's pupils shrank slightly, and a shocking line of words appeared in his eyes - "Second addition of spoiled food (17/20)".
There was not much surprise on his face. He just sighed softly and took out a special plastic bag from his pocket.
The plastic bag was a special bag made by "Hong Ya's Workshop" with very good airtightness. It was originally used to hold broken limbs, but now Feng Mu used it to hold leftovers, which was a waste of the material.
He carefully put the leftovers into a bag, tied the bag tightly, then gently threw it into the washbasin under the bed and pushed it to the deepest part of the wall.
Feng Mu stood up, picked up the thermos and went out, turned into the cafeteria, and put the thermos and a pile of food bowls and plates together. In a while, a special prisoner would take them away and wash them clean.
The good thing about prisoners is that as long as you are willing to give them a chance to work, they can do anything.
Although Feng Mu looked down on the efficiency of the Second Prison's use of prisoners, as he felt that these methods were too primitive and crude, he still highly appreciated the Second Prison's meticulous use of the prisoners in their daily lives.
Washing clothes, making clothes, making furniture, washing dishes, washing vegetables, mopping the floor, cleaning the toilet and so on.
It can be said that any prisoner in the Second Prison who is released is definitely a multi-talented person who is hardworking and capable of many things.
Especially for workers in the cleaning and housekeeping market, it can cause a devastating blow and can drive the entire market price to the floor.
While Wang Cong was eating, his eyes kept drifting towards the door, as if he was waiting for something.
When Feng Mu appeared in his sight carrying the thermos bucket, he walked over calmly and threw the lunch box in his hand into the sink.
"Have you finished your meal?" Wang Cong asked casually, with a hint of relief in his tone.
Feng Mu responded just as casually: "Yeah, I'm done eating."
Wang Cong nodded and walked out the door, saying, "It's finally Monday. I don't have to work the night shift tonight, so I can go home and have a good sleep. How about you? Can you still hold on?"
Feng Mu gently moved his shoulders and massaged his stiff cheeks, showing a tired but determined expression: "It's okay, I can still hold on. I'm especially good at staying up late."
Wang Cong looked at Feng Mu's forced appearance and couldn't help but sigh:
"Who is really good at staying up late? Even a strong person would be exhausted after staying up for a few nights, not to mention that you are not strong enough."
Feng Mu cooperated very well and gently rubbed his temples on both sides. Wang Cong had no idea that if the iron content in Feng Mu's skull was not seriously exceeded, his temples would have been flattened long ago due to the force in his fingers that he could sometimes control and sometimes could not control.
Feng Mu met Wang Cong's concerned eyes and said in a low voice, "Captain Wang Cong, I'll tell you a secret. I'm really made of iron."
Wang Cong's heart skipped a beat. His ears, which had been perked up, drooped again when he heard the words and curled his lips in disapproval.
Wang Cong walked to the bathroom door, habitually took off the electric baton from his waist, handed it to Feng Mu, and then went into the toilet partition to flush the toilet.
He stood in front of the mirror, washing his hands carefully, while secretly glancing through the mirror at Feng Mu who was standing at the door. The latter seemed unaware and was waiting quietly.
Wang Cong took out a tissue from his pocket and gently wiped the water droplets on his hands, leaving no corner untouched, until his hands were completely dry.
He then walked out of the bathroom, took back his electric baton, and then naturally took the one from Feng Mu's hand. The two electric batons looked exactly the same, but only Wang Cong knew the difference between them.
Feng Mu walked into the partition room and closed the door gently.
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Wang Cong's gaze stayed on the door for three seconds. Then he turned around, with his back to the surveillance camera at the end of the corridor, and silently swapped the electric batons in his left and right hands.
The sound of the toilet flushing can be heard in the bathroom
Feng Mu washed his hands in front of the mirror, then turned and walked towards the door. Wang Cong had considerately handed him a tissue.
"Wipe your hands." Wang Cong's voice was gentle and friendly.
"Thank you." Feng Mu responded, his smile polite and gentle.
He took the tissue and gently wiped each of his fingers until there was no trace of water. Then he took the electric baton handed to him by Wang Cong and casually slung it across his waist.
Wang Cong stood at the door of the corridor, lit a cigarette, puffed out smoke rings, and asked Feng Mu:
"By the way, I always forgot to ask you, how is your family situation? Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
Feng Mu replied calmly: "Yes, I have a sister who is in high school. She is a genius. The whole family has high hopes for her and believes and hopes that she will have a bright future."
"My father is the head of the police station. He was recently injured on duty and has been in the hospital for a while, but he should be able to be discharged soon."
"As for my mother, she is a woman with no opinion of her own and is pitiable."
Wang Cong listened carefully and memorized all the information in his heart. He took a deep puff of his cigarette butt and said with deep emotion: "It doesn't sound easy. Hey, Feng Mu, you taught me a lot. If I have the chance in the future, I must visit and thank my uncle and aunt."
Hearing this, Feng Mu glanced at Wang Cong meaningfully, sneering in his heart:
"Are you trying to resolve your inner guilt and betrayal in this way? It's really hilarious."
His face remained expressionless, and he said calmly, "That's not necessary. Captain Wang Cong will thank me in the future. As for my family, I will do my best to be filial and take care of them myself."
"That's right!" Wang Cong pinched out the cigarette butt, threw it on the ground casually, and then stepped on it hard a few times with the sole of his shoe to make sure that the cigarette butt was completely extinguished.
This scene was clearly recorded by the surveillance camera in the corridor.
Tian Tao stood in the monitoring room, staring at the screen, and received the signal sent by Wang Cong.
He took out his cell phone and sent a text message to the division chief Chang Wei: "Everything is ready, please give instructions!"
(End of this chapter)
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