Chapter 189 Am I overthinking? Unlock.
The prison storm is unfolding at a seemingly slow but actually violent pace.
It cannot be said that there are undercurrents, but rather the situation is tense on the surface. The accumulated contradictions are like a powder keg, all placed on Feng Mu's dining table, just waiting for him to light the match and detonate one by one.
But not today. It would be unlucky to kill his boss on the first day of imprisonment. What if he scared the warden? It would be embarrassing. He had to give the warden face.
The main reason is that if he kills his boss now, it would be like making room for someone else. He has no merit and no reason to take the job.
Feng Mu is not the kind of stupid villain who does crazy things and then makes things difficult for others.
He needs to lie dormant and wait for the right opportunity.
Feng Mu estimated in his heart that this dormant period would not last too long, because he could keenly feel that several of his direct superiors were plotting evil, and they seemed to be more eager to force him to "take the top position" than he was.
"Half a month? Ten days? Seven days?"
When he just reported in the morning, ever since Zhou Hun confronted him and removed him from his position as the eldest senior brother, Feng Mu estimated in his heart that it would take about fifteen days for the enemy to launch a gank against him.
When he was assigned to work under Chang Wei, Feng Mu saw the man's sad face as if his nephew had died, and he felt that the time had to be shortened by half.
By the evening, seeing Tian Tao's arrogant expression and his disgusting but effective fatigue attack, Feng Mu felt that the time could be shortened by half.
At this moment, when he looked at Wang Cong's bloodshot eyes, looking as if he was almost driven to death, Feng Mu couldn't help but be shocked.
"The enemy's patience won't be so great that it can't even last seven days, right?"
Feng Mu felt mixed emotions. He was happy that he would be promoted soon and the next wave of inheritance rewards might already be in the queue.
What worries him is that he hasn't found a chance to collect the rewards from the current bronze treasure chest. Will he be rear-ended?
The other thing is...
"I don't have much time left to create the image of a warm and kind prison guard here." Feng Mu sighed deeply in his heart.
Feng Mu is not like Tian Tao, Chang Wei, Zhou Hu, those brainless villains who have bad guys' faces painted directly on their faces. He knows how to create a good guy card for himself.
Especially when entering a completely new environment without any foundation or background, creating a good first impression is his most valuable business card. In this closed "system", such an image can often bring him unexpected help at critical moments.
Creating a perfect "good guy card" and making a lasting first impression will most likely help boost his career.
For example, when your boss dies unexpectedly? ! ! The mystery behind this can only be said that friends who have experienced the death of a boss can understand how deep the door is. Those who have not experienced the death of a boss will not understand it even if I tell them.
…….The clock pointed to eight o'clock, and the ringing of the doorbell in the prison broke the silence.
The prison guards, who had changed their uniforms and were ready to go to work, were obviously in a bad mood after waking up. They knocked roughly on the cell doors with electric batons and urged the prisoners in a harsh tone to wash up quickly. After breakfast, they lined up to go to the workshop to operate sewing machines.
In this air filled with rage and hostility, only Feng Mu's actions seemed exceptionally gentle.
He knocked on the door gently, as if injecting a breath of fresh air into the depressing atmosphere.
"Let's go and wash our faces." Wang Cong said to Feng Mu while yawning.
Feng Mu nodded in agreement. When he walked towards the bathroom door, Wang Cong stopped him again: "You go first. I'll smoke a cigarette here. By the way, don't let the electric baton get wet. Take it off and I'll hold it for you."
Feng Mu handed the electric baton to Wang Cong with a smile, then went into the bathroom and washed his face with cold water twice.
After a moment's thought, he pushed open a partition and squatted there for a while.
When he came out, Wang Cong had just finished smoking two cigarettes. He threw the cigarette butts on the ground and stomped them out, then returned Feng Mu's electric baton to him, and at the same time took off his own electric baton and handed it over.
Wang Cong walked into the bathroom and rubbed his cheeks vigorously with cold water in front of the mirror. However, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of Feng Mu standing at the door through the reflection in the mirror. A gentle smile still hung on the latter's profile.
Feng Mu was tying an electric baton back to his waist, while his other hand was gently holding another electric baton.
Wang Cong walked out of the bathroom quickly, wiped his clothes dry with his hands, then took his electric baton and gave Feng Mu a slightly forced smile: "Let's go, let's go eat first."
Feng Mu shook his head gently: "You go ahead, I'm a bit picky about food, Senior Brother Bashan will bring me food later."
"Oh." Wang Cong didn't think much about it and left quickly.
Feng Mu watched his back with a gentle smile on his face.
He lowered his head, and dark blood lines entangled in his pupils, switching to the form of [Bloodline Weird Eye].
[An ordinary electric baton (10/10)] At the same time, four overlapping blood bars appeared above Feng Mu's head.
Feng Mu gently weighed the electric baton in his hand, carefully pushed open the voltage switch, played with it for a while, and then turned it off again.
"No problem. Am I too suspicious?"
Feng Mu narrowed his eyes and didn't think any more. Instead, he quickly walked towards the gate of Prison Area A. It was time for him to pick up his meal.
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At the door, Li Bashan stood straight. No matter how the prison guards in Area A tried to persuade him, he was unwilling to hand over the thermos bucket to them. He insisted on handing the food to his junior fellow apprentice personally.
It’s not that Li Bashan suspected that the prison guards in Area A would poison the food. He just simply felt that if food was passed from one person to another, there might not be a single grain left.
Tian Tao had a cold look on his face, and his tone was filled with sarcasm and undisguised contempt: "Why, the prison food is not to your taste? Do you need special treatment for meals too?"
Feng Mu smiled slightly and explained in a calm tone: "I'm sorry, I was severely depleted of Qi and blood before. This is the medicinal diet specially prepared for me by my master. It contains some medicinal herbs for nourishing the body."
Feng Mu did not lie. He had indeed been depleted of energy and blood, and it had happened twice.
Feng Mu took the thermos bucket and explained to the surrounding prison guards in a very friendly manner. Then he turned to look at Tian Tao with a firm and serious look: "Captain, I want to remind you that the Prison Guard Regulations Manual does not seem to stipulate that we must eat in the cafeteria."
Tian Tao snorted coldly. Since the first day he was imprisoned, he had never read the "Prison Guard Regulations Manual".
In his opinion, any normal prison guard would read that kind of stuff, he must be mentally ill.
Tian Tao turned around and left, not wanting to get angry with a dead man. The main reason was that Li Bashan was too tall, and he always felt uncomfortable standing next to him.
"It's strange. Two years ago, I went to the prison archives to look up Li Bashan's employment information. It clearly stated in the file that his martial arts level was just at level 4. Although this level is not inferior to the warden, why do I always feel that standing in front of Li Bashan is much more terrifying than standing in front of the warden?"
"Is it because he is too tall that the visual sense of oppression is enhanced?"
Tian Tao looked down at his short and strong body, muttering indignantly, "Fuck you, these tall guys are easy to deceive people, right?"
Feng Mu returned to the duty dormitory carrying two thermos buckets. Wang Cong had gone to the cafeteria to eat and had not returned yet.
Feng Mu put a thermos into the closet, unscrewed the lid of another thermos, and quickly began to show off his food. While showing off his food, his eyes gradually became unfocused, as if something invisible in the void had captured his mind.
[[Your inheritance degree exceeds 10%, and you unlock the bronze treasure chest! ][You received the following rewards:
1. You obtained special skill points*1.2, you obtained gene injection level D*13, you unlocked the equipment slot, and you obtained a C-level lottery ticket.
Feng Mu glanced at the rewards in the first three rows, then quickly locked onto the last row, with a glimmer of surprise in his eyes:
[4. You have acquired 27% of the shares of Qingteng Technology Co., Ltd. and have full ownership of one of its laboratories. The laboratory has brought together a group of researchers with different fates. They are conducting a secret experiment that has achieved epoch-making results. Now, all of this is waiting for you to receive it in person! ]…….(End of this chapter)
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