Chapter 852: I Haven’t Even Given My Last Words Yet

Chapter 852 -707: I Haven’t Even Given My Last Words Yet

The word “Member of Parliament” entered his ears, Feng Mu’s pupils imperceptibly contracted slightly.

What flashed through his mind was not Wang Xinfa’s imposing square face, but a face that always wore a Maitreya Buddha-like warm smile — Du Changle.

“Could it be Du Changle?”

The thought silently slipped through Feng Mu’s mind.

Almost simultaneously, Li Shang, standing slightly behind, clearly caught the words “Mr. Wang”, and his face was instantly covered with immense astonishment.

He looked at the two members of the Mobility Department, the trace of apprehension in his eyes quickly replaced by surging suspicion.

In his perspective, because of Madam Li, Feng Mu was considered a “confidante” trusted by Mr. Wang, even holding a higher position in the circle than himself.

If these two from the Mobility Department were sent by Mr. Wang, why would they show such an attitude, so aggressive?

“This person is lying, could it be… Feng Mu is not just talking nonsense? Are these two really not from the Mobility Department?”

Li Shang’s mind raced, trying to sort out this complex relationship.

The tumult of suspicion surged like a tide against the levee, had he a moment more, he might have unraveled this tangled mess, but alas, time waits for no one.

Zhao Lu was at death’s door, breathing unevenly, on the brink of dying.

And the most crucial part was that Feng Mu turned to look at him again.

No words spoken, yet Li Shang understood the meaning in those eyes, as if a voice echoed directly in his mind:

—— “I’m about to accept your ‘kindness’, why are you hesitating?”

—— “Do it!!”

The next instant.

A crisp crackling sound.

Feng Mu’s five fingers suddenly clenched tightly, then his palm released, and Zhao Lu’s body fell limply to the ground like a pool of mud, making a dull thud.

His eyes bulged, almost popping out of their sockets, frozen in the last moment of life with fear and disbelief.

As though until his consciousness sank into eternal darkness, he could not believe he would die in this manner, in Second Prison, at the hands of mere Feng Mu.

Zhao Lu: “!!!!” I didn’t even get a chance to leave any last words.

The other person from the Mobility Department had lips trembling violently, pointed at the corpse on the ground, then looked at Feng Mu, his voice trembling beyond recognition:

“Feng Mu… you… you… you really killed him?! You actually dared to kill him?!”

Li Shang’s heart seemed to skip a beat with the sound of the bone cracking, his mind experienced a brief crash.

Killed… really killed… right in front of him… leaving no room for maneuver…

Feng Mu did not push Li Shang, seeing him frozen, so he slowly raised his hand and reached for the other person from the Mobility Department.

The movement wasn’t fast, yet it exuded the oppressive feeling of Death God claiming its prey.

“Ah!!! I’ll fight you to the end!!”

The Mobility Department personnel, seeing Feng Mu reaching out again, finally had their tightly-strung nerves completely snap, turning extreme fear into desperate madness, emitting a wild roar, spreading his arms, throwing himself toward Feng Mu with reckless abandon.

This wild roar was like a thunderclap, jolting Li Shang from his brief crash.

In the blink of an eye, Li Shang didn’t have time to consider any consequences, almost instinctively drawing his sidearm from his waist, arm extended, aiming at the figure lunging towards Feng Mu, pulling the trigger.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

In the flash of gunfire, bullets precisely hit the target.

On the ground, there was instantly another body still twitching slightly.

From the bullet holes newly added in the forehead and chest, warm blood gushed out, spreading an alarming dark red across the floor.

The office was suffused with a heavy smell of gunpowder smoke and blood.

Li Shang tightly gripped the gun, the muzzle slightly drooping, gasping for breath, his chest heaving violently, feeling as if his heart was about to leap out of his throat.

He forced himself to lift his head, look at Feng Mu, squeezing out a fierce smile, his voice hoarse, saying:

“You… You promised to let me help you kill one, how… how could you steal the move?”

Feng Mu gazed deeply at Li Shang, then burst into laughter and said:

“Ha ha ha! It is my fault, couldn’t hold back for a moment, my bad, my bad!”

He stepped forward, naturally patted the shoulder of the arm with which Li Shang was holding the gun, and sincerely praised:

“But no matter how fast I am, Li Captain’s bullets are what’s truly fast! Precise! Accurate! This marksmanship of Li Captain, this is it!!”

As he spoke, Feng Mu gave a hearty thumbs up to Li Shang.

Meanwhile, a few prison guards wearing masks team up in pairs, lifting the two bodies on the floor, while the remaining guards quickly took out cleaning tools, skillfully spraying chemicals, wiping blood stains, and cleaning up the grime on the ground.

Their practiced movements and perfect coordination seemed as if they had rehearsed countless times, causing Li Shang to twitch slightly at the corner of his eye, a deeper chill creeping into his heart.

Li Shang took a few deep breaths, he looked at the still petrified Chang Erbing, irritably snapped:

“Don’t just fucking stand there, go and help, when it comes to professionally destroying evidence, we Patrol Office have the job done right!”

Feng Mu understood Li Shang’s meaning, he smiled at Chang Erbing and said:

“Then we will trouble Brother Erbing to guide the work in our Second Prison. Whatever professional advice you have, feel free to suggest.”

Chang Erbing was jolted back to his senses by Li Shang’s shout, his steps somewhat unsteady as he followed several prison guards, exiting the office together.

Soon, a prison guard brought over a clean wet towel.

Feng Mu took it, but did not use it himself, instead handing it to the somewhat pale-faced Li Shang, warmly said:

“Captain Li, you’ve worked hard, wipe your hands.”