The prison drama was unfolding at a speed that appeared slow but was actually violent.

It's not even an undercurrent anymore; it's open hostility, the accumulated tensions put on Feng Mu's table like a powder keg, waiting for him to strike a match and set them off, one by one.

But not today. Killing your boss on the first day in prison is terribly inauspicious. If it ended up scaring the prison chief, things wouldn't look good; he has to give the prison chief some face.

The main reason is that killing his superior now would be like making room for someone else, and he has neither the achievements nor the reason to step up.

Feng Mu is not the kind of foolish villain who stirs up trouble only to benefit others.

He needs to lie low and wait for the right opportunity.

Feng Mu estimated that this waiting period wouldn't be too long because he could sense astutely that his direct superiors were also up to no good, seemingly even more anxious to push him "up the ranks" than he was.

"Half a month? Ten days? Seven days?"

When he reported in the morning and was face-to-face with Zhou Hu, who axed the big brother position, Feng Mu estimated that the enemy would launch a gank against him in about fifteen days.

Once he was assigned under Chang Wei, seeing the look of grief on his face as if he'd lost a nephew, Feng Mu figured that time would be cut in half.

By the evening, seeing Tian Tao's arrogant face and the disgusting yet practical fatigue tactics, Feng Mu felt the time could be cut in half again.

At this moment, seeing Wang Cong with bloodshot eyes, looking on the verge of collapse, Feng Mu couldn't help but be shocked.

"Could the enemy's patience not last even seven days?"

Feng Mu felt a mix of emotions; happy that his rise was imminent, and the next wave of inheritance rewards might already be on its way.

Worried that he hadn't found the chance to claim the current bronze box's rewards yet—hopefully, he wouldn't get tailgated!

Moreover...

"The time left to establish a warm and positive prison guard image is running out." Feng Mu sighed deeply in his heart.

Feng Mu was not like Tian Tao, Chang Wei, or Zhou Hu, those brainless villains who wore their bad nature on their faces; he knew how to craft a good-guy card for himself.

Especially when stepping into a brand-new environment with no foundation or background, creating a good first impression was his most precious business card. In this closed "system," such an image often brought unexpected help at critical moments.

Crafting a perfect "good-guy card" and creating a deep first impression could very well propel his career forward.

For instance, when your superior dies unexpectedly?!!

The hidden connections behind this can only be understood by those who've experienced the death of a superior; those who haven't wouldn't get it even if explained.

....

As the clock struck eight, the electric bell in the prison pierced through the silence.

Guards, ready for duty and clearly carrying morning grumpiness, rudely banged on cell doors with electric batons, urging prisoners in a harsh tone to quickly wash up and, after breakfast, line up to head to the workshop to use the sewing machines.

In this atmosphere filled with irritability and hostility, only Feng Mu's movements appeared particularly gentle.

He tapped the door softly, like injecting a breath of fresh air into this oppressive ambiance.

"Let's go, wash your face." Wang Cong yawned as he spoke to Feng Mu.

Feng Mu nodded in agreement, and as 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 get the electric baton wet; take it off, and I'll hold it for you."

Feng Mu smiled as he handed the electric baton to Wang Cong, then walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face twice.

After a moment of thought, he opened a cubicle door and squatted for a while.

When he came out, Wang Cong happened to have just finished two cigarettes. He tossed the butts on the ground and crushed them before handing Feng Mu his electric baton back, and also took off his own, handing it over as well.

Wang Cong walked into the bathroom and, facing the mirror, rubbed his face vigorously with cold water, but through his peripheral vision, he caught Feng Mu standing at the door, a gentle smile still on the latter's face.

Feng Mu was tying one electric baton back onto his waist while lightly gripping the other in his hand.

Wang Cong quickly left the bathroom, casually wiped his hands on his clothes, then took his electric baton from Feng Mu and showed a somewhat forced smile: "Let's go, go eat first."

Feng Mu shook his head lightly: "You go ahead, I'm a picky eater. Brother Bashan will bring me food later."

"Oh." Wang Cong didn't think much of it and quickly walked away.

Feng Mu watched him leave, his face still holding that gentle smile.

He lowered his head, his pupils entwined by dark bloodlines, switching to the [Blood Bar Deceit Eye] form.

[A perfectly ordinary electric baton (10/10)]

At the same time, four stacked blood bars appeared above Feng Mu's head synchronously.

Feng Mu weighed the electric baton in his hand gently, carefully pushed the voltage switch on and played with it for a moment before turning it off again.

"No problem, am I being too suspicious?"

Feng Mu squinted, didn't think further, but instead headed quickly towards Zone A's entrance; he needed to go get his meal.

At the entrance, Li Bashan stood straight, refusing to hand the thermos over to Zone A's guards despite their persuasion, insisting on delivering the food to his junior brother himself.

Not that Li Bashan suspected the A Zone guards would poison the food; he simply had a naive but firm belief that if food passed through one more person's hands, there might not be a grain left.

Tian Tao's face carried a tint of coldness, with both sarcastic and undisguised disdain in his tone: "What's the matter, the prison food doesn't suit your taste? Even meals require special treatment?"

Feng Mu smiled slightly, calmly explaining: "Sorry, I used to suffer from severe blood deficiency. It's a medicinal meal specially prepared for me by my sect, containing some ingredients for nourishing the body."

Feng Mu wasn't lying; he did suffer from blood deficiency before, and he had been depleted twice entirely.

Taking the thermos, Feng Mu amicably explained to the guards around him, then turned to Tian Tao, his eyes resolute and earnest:

"Captain, I want to remind you that the 'Prison Guard Regulations Manual' doesn't seem to mandate that we must eat in the cafeteria."

Tian Tao snorted contemptuously; he had never bothered reading that 'Prison Guard Regulations Manual' since his first day in prison.

In his view, a normal prison guard wouldn't read such things unless they were out of their mind.

Tian Tao turned around and left, not wanting to fuss with a dead man, mainly because standing next to the towering Li Bashan made him feel entirely uneasy.

"Strange, two years ago, I went through the prison files specifically to read Li Bashan's employment records. Clearly written, his martial arts level was just entering level 4, though that level rivals the prison chief. Yet, being near Li Bashan feels far creepier than standing beside the prison chief?"

"Is it because he's so tall that it visually enhances his intimidating presence?"

Tian Tao looked down at his gradually honed short and stout physique, mumbling resentfully to himself: "Damn these tall guys, their build naturally misleads others!"

Feng Mu carried the two thermoses back to the duty dorm; Wang Cong had gone to eat and hadn't returned yet.

Feng Mu placed one thermos in the wardrobe, untwisted the lid of the other, and quickly started eating. As he wolfed down the food, his eyes gradually unfocused, as if something unseen drew his mind away.

[[Your Inheritance Level has surpassed 10%, unlocking the Bronze Chest!]

[You have received the following rewards:

1, You have gained 1 Special Skill Point.

2, You have received 1 D-grade Genetic Needle.

3, You have unlocked an equipment slot and obtained a C-grade lottery ticket.

…]

Feng Mu glanced briefly over the first three reward entries and quickly focused on the last one, his eyes flashing with a hint of excitement:

[4, You have gained a 27% share in Qingteng Technology Co., Ltd., along with full ownership of one of its laboratories. This lab, gathering a team of Destiny's researchers, is undertaking a secret experiment that has achieved groundbreaking results. Now, everything waits for your personal takeover!]

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