Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 278 - 262: Eyes Don’t Lie?!!

[Killing him wasn't enough? You also want to gain the full gratitude of his relatives?]

[Tian Tao's body isn't even cold yet~]

[Is everything behind this a distortion of human nature or a collapse of morality?]

[...Congratulations, your evil index has slightly increased, Game Inheritance Level ↑]

Watching the notification flash across his retina, Feng Mu's eyes slightly wetted. A growing sympathy appeared in his gaze as he looked at Tian Tao's wife. He sighed and said:

"Captain Tian Tao died unjustly. It's rumored in prison that Captain Tian Tao did something shameful and committed suicide out of remorse due to overwhelming pressure. But no matter what others think, I don't care. In any case, I will definitely investigate thoroughly and give Captain Tian Tao the truth he deserves."

Tian Tao's wife looked at Feng Mu with gratitude, while several of his prison guard colleagues who came along to offer condolences also looked at Feng Mu with increasing admiration.

Tian Tao's son, who was as sturdy as an ox, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes vigorously and said to Feng Mu:

"You think my father didn't do anything shameful and wasn't suicidal, so he was murdered?"

Feng Mu paused for a moment and replied, "I can only confirm that Captain Tian Tao did not commit suicide."

Tian Xiaohai glared with his round eyes, angrily said, "You mean my father did something shameful."

Tian Tao's wife quickly tugged at her son, while Feng Mu maintained a gentle demeanor and said solemnly, "I hope he didn't, but I can't defend him because I don't have the evidence."

Bloodshot filled Tian Xiaohai's eyes, despite Tian Tao being notorious in prison for his brutality and violent behavior.

At home, however, Tian Tao displayed a different demeanor, being a good husband and father who could do housework and patiently tutor his son's studies.

Faced with Feng Mu's ambiguous and equivocal explanation, Tian Xiaohai felt deeply enraged. His fists clenched tightly, making his knuckles creak from too much force.

Suddenly, he took a deep breath, bowed deeply to Feng Mu, bending his back at a ninety-degree angle, and said hoarsely:

"I'm currently in my third year at university, and I have excellent grades. My martial arts performance is also top-notch, and in Zone 9's university martial arts league, I've already made it to the top thirty-two."

Standing behind Feng Mu, several prison guards exchanged bewildered looks, looking at Tian Xiaohai with great excitement.

Being in the top thirty-two in Zone 9 university league is no small feat. Even if it's not certain he'll break out of Zone 9, he could at least get into one of Zone 9's top-ranking military schools.

His future is limitless. After graduating in a few years, he might even become a figure they have to look up to.

Tian Xiaohai ignored everyone's thoughts, staring intensely at his polished leather shoes, a preparation for military school, as he heard one requirement was learning to shine shoes.

The shoes sparkled, almost reflecting his flushed face full of agitated emotions, his neck veins protruding like earthworms.

Tian Xiaohai took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently with the effort, then said resolutely with a hint of determination:

"If I give up on entering military school and instead apply to join the Second Prison, hoping to become a prison guard like my father, can you help me?"

Feng Mu looked at Tian Xiaohai, seeing his short yet robust build, it was as if Tian Tao was resurrected, yet it seemed almost as if he saw another Wang Cong possessing him.

Feng Mu squinted his eyes slightly, sighed, and sincerely advised:

"You don't need to do this. I will investigate your father's case thoroughly. With your excellent grades, you should develop a brighter, more expansive future at the military school."

Tian Tao's widow sat beside them, her lips quivered slightly, wanting to speak but never did. Her face was filled with worry and unease.

Tian Xiaohai lowered his head and said loudly, "I understand, but I would rather personally investigate the cause of my father's death myself. I hope you can help me."

Feng Mu's brow furrowed slightly, and he stepped forward, gently supporting Tian Xiaohai's shoulder. He spoke earnestly:

"This matter concerns your life. You're too emotional right now, and shouldn't make such a rash decision. If your father were alive, he wouldn't want you to follow his path either."

Feng Mu paused for a moment, feeling a deep gratification, and said:

"Listen to me, you have a bright future ahead and shouldn't let hatred blind you, which could push you into an abyss. Besides, such a significant decision should be discussed with your mother first."

Feng Mu slowly extended his hand, trying to move Tian Xiaohai's arms, but the latter stood firmly still, lowering his head even further until it almost touched the shoe surface.

He roared, "You don't need to persuade me. My mother will definitely support me."

Feng Mu released his hand resignedly, turning to look at Tian Tao's wife, and said with difficulty, "Ma'am, you..."

At the moment, tears were streaming down Tian Tao's wife's face. She covered her cheeks with her hands, and tears slipped through her fingers:

"Xiaohai was close to his father since childhood. Whether as a wife or a mother, I cannot stop him if he wants to investigate the truth for his father."

Feng Mu displayed genuine surprise. He hadn't expected that someone as rough and brutish as Tian Tao would have such a well-educated and courteous wife, as well as an exceptional and filial son.

How interesting this is!

Feng Mu sighed helplessly, and his expression seemed to soften somewhat. As such a compassionate person, how could he remain indifferent to this deeply moving scene before him?

A hint of warmth filled his eyes, seemingly touched by the true affection and sincerity of both mother and son, even the surrounding prison guards had moist eyes.

Feng Mu sighed, glancing at the memorial tablet in the room. Tian Tao's black-and-white photo was chosen well, an image of him smiling kindly in life.

Now, as they witnessed what unfolded, the smile seemed even more vivid.

"The deceased is gone, but the son remains." Feng Mu felt an endless surge of emotion. At that moment, he deeply understood the significance of human propagation.

He turned his head and looked at Tian Xiaohai, softly asking one last question, "Today many prison guards came to mourn. Why did you specifically request my help?"

Tian Xiaohai felt a flicker of hope and earnestly responded:

"Because I heard from a few prison guards that you specifically fought for my father's pension with the prison warden and even initiated a fundraiser.

I am deeply grateful for your kindness, and I hope to work in the prison under your guidance, as a way to repay, in some small part, the profound benevolence you have shown my family."

Feng Mu modestly smiled and waved his hand, saying:

"That's too much praise. It was simply what I should do. Additionally, I'm just a new prison guard. Many of those prison guards who came to mourn have more experience and authority in the prison than I do."

Yet, Tian Xiaohai stood firm in his belief, replying in a calm voice,

"The eyes, I trust what my eyes have seen, because eyes don't lie. I've observed that many of the guards here today regard you with respect and conviction."

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