Strength 8.9 corresponds to Fist Power level 11.2.

Agility 6.2 corresponds to Attack Speed frequency 7.3.

A stack of Low-Grade Martial Arts skills, whether Perfect or Limit-Breaking, corresponding to a skill rating of 5.1?

As for the first two, Feng Mu couldn't deduce the exact formula, and when it came to the final skill rating, Feng Mu couldn't grasp the evaluation standard at all.

But it was no matter; Feng Mu wasn't a data fanatic, too lazy to explore the principle behind these data conversions. He belonged to the experiential camp.

In Feng Mu's view, true strength couldn't be measured by simple addition and subtraction.

Whether one can be invincible at the same level or achieve a cross-rank counter-kill can only be revealed in life-and-death combat.

Only actual combat can truly test where one's limits lie!

The numbers on the evaluation form, to put it bluntly, are for filling out job resumes; essentially, they are a straightforward and lazy way of assessing talent.

Li Bashan put away the evaluation form, patted Feng Mu on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Junior brother, don't put too much faith in numbers. Numbers are dead; people are alive."

Feng Mu nodded slightly, a knowing light in his eyes: "Senior brother, rest assured, I understand."

With a satisfied nod, Li Bashan then took large strides out of the martial arts hall.

Feng Mu turned back into the courtyard, continuing his morning practice, afternoon practice, evening practice…

Feng Mu hardly took a break, only taking a moment during lunch to consult his second senior sister, Liu Xie, about some professional questions.

For example, he asked about how to skillfully weave the clues of a supposedly dead person seeming still alive to make it all seamless;

He was particularly concerned that his sister might go astray, urgently wanting to know how to track her location remotely and in real-time;

Additionally, he inquired from Liu Xie whether the Arresting Bureau had any excellent spyware tools to help him investigate more effectively.

Liu Xie quietly listened to her junior brother's queries, her usually unfluctuating expression showing a subtle oddity in her gaze towards Feng Mu.

However, Liu Xie patiently answered all of Feng Mu's queries one by one. Her professional guidance proved enormously beneficial to Feng Mu.

During this, the fifth senior brother, Gong Qi, listened with great interest, his eyes revealing intense curiosity.

He enthusiastically demonstrated his excellent computer skills, volunteering to provide his junior brother with powerful technical support.

Gong Qi's fingers danced lightly on the keyboard, like a musician playing keys, swiftly opening various strange software interfaces on the screen.

He input a dizzying array of codes rapidly and accurately, then nodded at Feng Mu, signaling him to enter "Feng Yuhuai's" cell phone number on the computer.

As Feng Mu input the number, Gong Qi tapped the Enter key gently, a confident smile playing at his lips as he said leisurely, "Junior brother's issue is easily solved with just a text message link."

To ensure foolproof success, Gong Qi cleverly used a virtually generated number to send a barrage of over a dozen text messages.

Hong Ya watched for a while. Noticing that the junior brother seemed overly concerned about his sister Feng Yuhuai, she couldn't help but worry.

She lightly pursed her lips, feeling somewhat bored, yet her heart secretly surged with a strong sense of urgency.

She quickly ran back to the front desk, squatting on her throne, opening the laptop she got from the fifth senior brother, and proficiently logged into a video site to start binge-watching shows.

Hong Ya thought, tonight she couldn't watch dramas as she needed to intensify her training, so she must binge during the day to make up for lost time.

Though such arrangements were a bit tiring, Hong Ya was willing to work hard to maintain her senior sister's dignity and status.

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Zone 9, Prison Number Two.

The towering alloy walls resembled indestructible steel fortresses, covered with a complex network of high-voltage wires, electric light flickering, reflecting a layer of thickened tempered glass, like a transparent barrier, completely isolating the inside world from the outside.

Beneath the glass, red cameras were densely distributed, like demonic eyes flickering with merciless red light in the dim light, watching every movement of the prisoners below, surveilling their every gesture.

Inside the walls were irregular clusters of holes, like meticulously designed traps, with icy cold gun holes ominously aligned inside, like hidden deadly snakeheads, ready at any moment to unleash terrifying metal storms, tearing prisoners on the plaza to shreds should warnings fail.

The cold metallic gate clanged open slowly, a narrow gap appearing, like an entrance to another world.

Li Bashan walked expressionlessly, his footsteps heavy on the icy stainless steel floor, echoing in the desolate prison corridors.

He proceeded through one massive door after another, swiping his work card each time. Accompanied by electronic recognition's beeps, the gun muzzles hanging from the doors would retract into the ceiling, and only then would the doors click open.

This prison system cut into multiple isolated sections by crisscrossing hallways and sophisticated door control systems, resembling a maze woven from steel.

Each prison area was endowed with a numeric identifier, seeming to dissect this closed world into different territories artificially:

Zone 1, the Light Supervision Area, an area of relatively loose confinement, imprisoning those with lighter crimes;

Zone 2, the Heavy Supervision Area, closed and fortified, holding those with serious offenses requiring strict monitoring;

Zone 3, Death Row, gloomy and silent, a cold station of last resort for those condemned to the ultimate punishment;

Zone 4, VIP Area, like an island in this prison, standing apart from the austerity and cruelty of other areas. It offers a relatively comfortable imprisonment environment for those with special status, a gentle corner hidden behind severe punishment;

Zone 5, the Restricted Area....

Each area operated autonomously, independently, resembling territories on this closed map.

In their respective territories, the Prison Chiefs were the undisputed lords, holding the power of life and death over their domains.

Above these territories sat an officially supreme king—the Prison Warden, Qian Huan.

The Prison Warden's office area, located in the heart of this vast prison, not only represented power but also served as a transportation fortress connecting various prison areas, like a mysterious hub, controlling the pulse of the entire prison.

This area was heavily guarded, with unparalleled security strength within the prison.

The apertures in the walls hinted not at ordinary gun muzzles but at gleaming laser weapons.

They lay dormant, though currently deactivated, but Li Bashan knew that upon activation, these cold machines could unleash a terrifying heat capable of melting anything alive.

Every inch of space in this area was filled with potential threats, silently warning anyone who might dare to overstep; the prison's rules were not to be challenged.

Li Bashan walked through the laser passage unflinchingly and knocked on the office door of Prison Warden Qian Huan.

"Enter!" instructed a calm voice from within the door.

Li Bashan pushed the door open and walked straight to the desk. He strode to the desk, his rough, broad hand slapping down heavily, laying out a job application and evaluation form neatly.

Qian Huan's gaze fell on Li Bashan's giant-like figure, and for once, his perpetually stern face showed a hint of helplessness.

He briefly furrowed his brow, sighed softly, and said, "Li Bashan, you always put me in a dilemma as the Prison Chief!"

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