Chapter 348 Another Imoto?
Oh~ it’s my stupid Imoto, it’s okay then!
Feng Mu's feelings for Yimoto are like brocade with fine textures, complex and dense.
At first, Feng Mu had a high wall in his heart and seemed closed and indifferent towards Yimoto.
However, as time passed, Imoto's ever-increasing dedication quietly changed Feng Mu's state of mind, and he began to develop a deep love for Imoto.
One gives silently, regardless of the cost; the other pays attention silently, and quietly gives guidance and support.
To some extent, their story has become the most touching brother-sister story of the year, warming the hearts of everyone who knows it.
The only regret is that this touching story is a little restricted and cannot be told to outsiders for free.
Oh, you asked how much it costs to listen to this story. It’s not much, just a warm midnight snack will be enough!
Feng Mu closed the system subtitles and frowned slightly: "My growth to this day is also inseparable from Imoto's contribution, but why does she only target the people closest to her?"
Feng Mu had no idea what disease Imoto had, as his taste in food became increasingly monotonous.
Feng Mu felt that this was not good and that this kind of diet structure was very unhealthy.
If he follows this recipe, Imoto will soon have nothing left to eat and will have to cook his family as well.
It would be fine if Imoto only invited her father to dinner, but I'm afraid she would go to her poor mother, or even couldn't help wanting to invite her good brother to dinner.
Feng Mu still has some feelings for his original mother deep in his heart. There is nothing he can do about it. He is a kind-hearted person. If others treat him a little bit badly, he may forget it as soon as he turns around. But if others treat him a little bit well, he may remember it for the rest of his life.
Feng Mu pondered for a long time, and silently offered the most sincere prayer for Feng Yuhuai: "My stupid Yimotowa, I hope you will never do anything stupid that you will regret. My good brother, I have spent a lot of effort on you, so please don't come to deliver food to me too early."
The Lord of Destiny is praying for Imoto, which shows how great Feng Mu's love for Imoto is.
Feng Mu could only pray, but there was nothing more she could do. After all, her dear father had taught her one thing since she was a child:
Whatever she wants, she will get it in the end.
The iron-clad faith that my father has forged for Imoto cannot be corrected by my brother simply guiding him in secret a few times.
Feng Mu took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. The breath seemed to contain deep helplessness and heavy emotions, echoing in the room for a long time:
"System, I think your vision is too narrow. True family affection should never be constrained by innate blood. Think about it carefully. Does what I said make sense?"
Feng Mu had to prepare for the worst. If possible, he wanted to try to find the next Imoto to replace Feng Yuhuai.
Feng Mu thought to himself: "If I had another Imoto, then I wouldn't feel the pain of having to 'eat' my sister."
This principle is just like those boyfriends who have two girlfriends at the same time. They will not feel too sad because of a breakup.
Feng Mu despises scumbags very much, but as a villain living in harsh conditions, he feels it is necessary for him to absorb or learn the survival skills of scumbags.
………
The cold boots stepped on the dry corridor, making a dull echo. After the access control was sensed, the hydraulic door slid open to both sides, revealing the passage.
Qian Huan walked steadily into the newly cleaned death row ward. There was no fluctuation on his face as his eyes swept around coldly.
The rusty water dungeon had been thoroughly flushed, and no traces of yesterday's blood and dirt were left.
The carpet dragged on the ground was as smooth as a mirror. Under the cold light from above, Qian Huan's stern and grim face could be reflected on the ground.
However, the air was still filled with a bloody smell that was difficult to dissipate, which made Qian Huan frown slightly. He said lightly:
"Spray more air freshener in the air to suppress the smell."
Wang Cong followed behind Qian Huan. He nodded and said sympathetically, "This smell will probably take a few days to completely disappear. But there's nothing we can do about it. Whether the body is cleaned or burned, there will always be a smell. Unless..."
Qian Huan turned his head and glanced at Wang Cong: "Unless it is?"
Wang Cong replied dimly, "Unless it is eaten and decomposed into fertilizer. This is the answer that nature has long told humans. Being eaten and decomposed is the most traceless way to deal with corpses."
Qian Huan now increasingly values Wang Cong's imagination and wisdom, but on this matter, he does not completely agree with Wang Cong's views.
He smiled softly and said:
"That's not necessarily true. It's just that our existing technology is still relatively backward, and many aspects of life are relatively primitive. I've visited a hospital in the upper city before, and their treatment and use of corpses is very advanced and convenient. It's amazing."
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Wang Cong heard this and a hint of longing appeared on his face:
"I really hope that one day I can go to the upper city with the warden."
Qian Huan smiled and promised seriously:
Qian Huan smiled, his expression became serious, and he promised:
"There will always be opportunities. As long as our [Octagonal Cage Colosseum] can develop smoothly, advance steadily, and continue to expand its influence, the Upper City may not be out of reach. After all, the Upper City also has a prison."
Wang Cong was very tactful and excited when he heard Qian Huan's pie in the sky. He murmured, "The prison in the upper city, I can hardly imagine what the prison in the upper city looks like. I think it must be very different from the prison in the lower city, far beyond my imagination."
The corner of Qian Huan's mouth twitched. Wang Cong's question really touched upon Qian Huan's blind spot of knowledge. When he visited the upper city, he had never visited the prison in the upper city.
After all, he had never thought at that time that Tianguang Capital could actually invest in the prison system, and that he could transform himself and go from a private enterprise to a prison warden.
I can only sigh that fate is unpredictable and the world is unpredictable.
Qian Huan let out a long breath, interrupting Wang Cong's fantasy. He said in a deep voice: "The prison in the upper city is still too far away, so let's not think about it for now, but you can think about this death row in front of you."
Wang Cong stood there in a daze for a moment.
Qian Huan patted Wang Cong's shoulder heavily, took out an appointment order with the scent of ink, and stuffed it into the latter's arms: "Yesterday, I appointed Feng Mu to set up the Second Prison Internal Inspection Department, which is mainly responsible for investigating the riot and stabilizing the order of the prison. But everything he did, in the final analysis, was to lay a solid foundation for our plan."
Qian Huan paused for a moment, showing an expression that said "You are the person I value most", and said in a deep voice:
"The death row is the most important part of the plan. I am now handing it over to you to manage. From now on, you will be the new warden of the death row of the Second Prison."
(End of this chapter)
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