"Let’s go, greet the warden!" Feng Mu instructed lightly.

Jiang Li and Liu Yi exchanged a knowing glance. In their hearts, the warden of the Second Prison was already Feng Mu.

No matter who sits in the warden’s office in the future, the true master of this prison will always and only be the Minister, Lord Feng.

This is not only their belief. They both firmly believe this is also the shared sentiment of all their colleagues in the Second Prison, and even all the prisoners.

If anyone has a different opinion, then they can only be invited to join Qian Huan.

"Yes!"

The two spoke in unison but added two words in their hearts.

Not to mention Gong Qi, he is a man who shares a secret with his junior apprentice brother, and his heart unknowingly tied itself to his junior apprentice brother.

The vehicle drove smoothly all the way, at a moderate speed.

They arrived at Li Hanyu’s villa entrance, the time was exactly 22:00.

Li Hanyu was very welcoming to Feng Mu’s arrival, at least outwardly appearing very happy.

Feng Mu slightly observed the villa’s guards and setup, and then followed Li Hanyu to the innermost bedroom.

Feng Mu first took a close look at the fish tank, a restrained sadness appearing on his face, but not much.

This made it seem genuine. After all, Qian Huan had been in the fish tank for some days, if he still appeared overly sad, it would seem overacted and insincere.

Li Hanyu gently left the door ajar, speaking in a hushed voice:

"I wanted to recommend you to Mr. Wang. I thought he might consider you for my sake. If I worked a bit behind the scenes, you’d have at least a 30% chance.

In the end, Mr. Wang mercilessly refused. He already had a firm candidate in mind. He wanted Du Changle to take over the Second Prison."

Li Han sighed, his eyes filled with sincere apology:

"Mr. Wang had made up his mind and left no room for me to mediate. I dared not say more... Continuing would not only be useless but might even bring you trouble."

Feng Mu listened quietly, his face slightly disappointed, but more of an apologetic expression as if saying "I’ve troubled the lady".

He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, a sinister crimson flashed beneath the lenses, and he silently memorized the name "Du Changle" in his mind.

—Could this person be the mastermind behind the recent inexplicable attack?

Feng Mu had no evidence, but did he need it?

Just like Du Changle could send people to attack and kill him and Wang Cong with just a thought, he could remember this name and put it on the death list with just a suspicion.

Detectives solving a case should follow "free conviction".

For Feng Mu, noting someone on his little book only required — I have noted you!

Li Hanyu observed Feng Mu’s expression and continued:

"I’ve met Du Changle. On the surface, he is all smiles and appears friendly, but in reality, he’s a complete wolf in sheep’s clothing, profoundly scheming with ruthless tactics.

And he is Mr. Wang’s trusted confidant. If he really settles into the warden’s position at the Second Prison, the consequences could be dire."

Li Hanyu did not elaborate on how dire, leaving a sufficiently shocking blank.

She was waiting for Feng Mu’s reaction, for Feng Mu’s response.

"The lady need not worry, I’ll just kill him!"

Feng Mu did not ask further and said it without hesitation.

Regardless of whether he acted out of selfishness or loyalty, overall, Li Hanyu was very satisfied with Feng Mu’s response.

A loyal dog that would kill and only solve problems through killing is the most trusted by Li Hanyu.

Therefore, Li Hanyu reassured Feng Mu in return:

"No need to act rashly, Du Changle is after all Mr. Wang’s man, killing him would be difficult to end well.

Rest assured, I have a way, and I will definitely not let Du Changle become the Second Prison’s warden. In fact, the prison system has already temporarily rejected Du Changle’s appointment."

Feng Mu revealed just the right amount of confusion.

Li Hanyu feigned mystery:

"It was Lou Duan who recommended another person at the prison system’s internal meeting. Who this person is doesn’t matter, they were only brought out to fight against Du Changle, with the aim to temporarily keep the warden’s position vacant."

Li Hanyu paused meaningfully:

"As long as the warden position at the Second Prison remains vacant for a day, we still have a chance, you still have a chance!"

Feng Mu seemed to completely believe Li Hanyu’s words, nodding heavily, realizing afterward:

"I see, no wonder the lady kept Lou Duan, it was all for this step!"

Seeing Feng Mu’s reaction still lingering on the previous step, Li Hanyu couldn’t help but smile:

"Behind all this, naturally, there’s your contribution as well. Without your proper handling, Lou Duan might not have been so ’cooperative.’"

Li Hanyu wasn’t intentionally deceiving Feng Mu; on the contrary, her trust in Feng Mu reached 200%.

But this didn’t contradict her using a bit of trickery on Feng Mu.

Or rather, it was precisely because of this trust that she could comfortably use Feng Mu, and thus she needed that big promise to keep him hooked.

Trust is one thing, manipulative skills are another; they should not be confused.

Trust is built on the foundation of being "usable" and "controllable."

Manipulative skills, on the other hand, are necessary measures to ensure this "usability" and "controllability" are maintained over the long run.

No one would truly think that someone like her would be completely honest with others, especially with a dog.

As for later, if Qian Huan wakes up and recovers his position as a warden, would Feng Mu have other thoughts?

It doesn’t matter. By then, she wouldn’t let Qian Huan mistreat Feng Mu. She’d compensate him from other areas.

For a dog, if it can’t get the juiciest meat, even the bone with the most leftover meat can still fill its belly!

When it comes to dog training, Li Hanyu prides herself in having quite the knack.

Not only does she plan to use Feng Mu, but when Qian Huan wakes up, she still wants Feng Mu to be the most loyal of loyal dogs, helping her son completely control the Second Prison.

Feng Mu didn’t know how much effort Li Hanyu put into taming him, and he couldn’t be bothered to figure it out.

Through interactions over time, he had roughly understood Li Hanyu’s character.

In short, Qian Huan’s mother was a woman who was inherently suspicious and had 800 tricks up her sleeve.

However, Feng Mu didn’t need to dissect Li Hanyu’s every calculation. He only needed to be sure of one thing:

Everything Li Hanyu did, ultimately, was for her son Qian Huan, and that’s enough.

Thus, what Feng Mu had to do became very clear: simply deliver a well-prepared thick gift to Qian Huan’s side and then patiently wait for the rewarding outcome to fall right into his hands.

It was like laying out a blanket under a tree, waiting for the ripe fruits to fall down by themselves.

Feng Mu gently shook the cold storage box in his hand, and Li Hanyu indeed took the bait, asking:

"What is this?"

Feng Mu held up the box with one hand, deftly unhooking the latch with his thumb.

Wisps of icy cold air leaked out immediately, revealing a frozen, deathly pale human head inside.

Li Hanyu’s pupils shrank suddenly, but she wasn’t overly panicked.

Feng Mu showed a strange smile on his face and said softly:

"I previously promised the warden that I’d deliver the head of [Graveyard Tree] to him as part of his collection."

"[Graveyard Tree]?!!"

Li Hanyu’s mind raced, instantly recalling the name.

If she remembered correctly, the instigator behind the initial crisis in the Second Prison was this very [Graveyard Tree].

The beginning of all problems started with those online exposés from [Graveyard Tree]!

Not only that, the recent uproar about the [Air Tax] in Zone 9 was also a piece of news set off by this person.

"This person truly deserves to die!"

Li Hanyu snorted coldly.

Feng Mu held the head in his hand and added with a smile:

"I wish to use this gift as a welcome-home present for the warden when he’s discharged, hoping that receiving this will help him wake up soon."

Li Hanyu took the head with both hands, receiving it with respect, and looked at Feng Mu with even greater satisfaction.

Until now, no one else had remembered her son and sent a precious gift since Qian Huan’s hospitalization; Feng Mu was the only one.

Moreover, it was a head full of thoughtfulness.

Who knows how many people in Zone 9 wanted [Graveyard Tree] dead?

But none of them had been able to find [Graveyard Tree]. Now Feng Mu had presented it, and the efforts involved made Li Hanyu deeply moved.

Li Hanyu took a deep breath, sighing:

"Thank you for your effort. By the way, do you know how my son usually stores these... collectibles?"

Feng Mu thought for a moment and answered seriously:

"I remember the warden loved to soak his collectibles in transparent glass jars, displaying them on his desk, often playing with them during work to cultivate his mood!"