The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

The bathroom door in the prison corridor.

Feng Mu habitually took off the electric baton, handed it to Wang Cong and said, "Help me hold it, I'm going to the bathroom."

Wang Cong took the electric baton, nodded slightly to Feng Mu, and then lit a cigarette at the door, puffing one after another, gently inhaling and exhaling smoke.

Feng Mu pushed open the bathroom cubicle, locked the door, then took out his mobile phone from his pocket and answered a call from a virtual number.

As soon as the call was connected, he did not rush to speak, but tapped a rhythmic signal on the phone case with his fingers, patiently waiting for the other party to respond to the tapping signal of different frequencies.

After confirming that the code from the other side matched, Feng Mu lowered his voice and asked, "What happened?"

Ma Bin's voice came slowly from the phone: "This morning, an explosion occurred on Qiming Street. The news report said that it was an accident caused by a gas pipeline leak, but it was quite coincidental that Qian Tong's car was involved in the explosion."

Feng Mu frowned slightly and asked suspiciously, "Who is Qian Tong?"

Ma Bin immediately replied, "The general manager of Tianguang Capital and the uncle of Qian Huan, the current warden of Prison No. 2."

Feng Mu was slightly stunned, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He did not remember that he had asked Ma Bin to pay attention to the relatives of the warden. This was obviously Ma Bin's own decision.

In fact, it was true. Since Feng Mu asked Ma Bin to help Chen Ya and others transfer to prison, although Ma Bin did not know the inside story, he had instinctively begun to pay close attention to various information related to Prison No. 2.

This behavior was not for any specific purpose, but was the instinct shown by Ma Bin as an excellent [downline].

He does not need Feng Mu to give clear instructions on what to do before he will take action. Instead, he will take the initiative to stay alert in his daily life and be ready to provide all possible support and help to [Shangxian].

Just like the top eunuchs who accompanied the emperor in the ancient times of the last era, they would not foolishly wait for the emperor to say he was thirsty before making tea.

Instead, they would be ready to hand the tea cup with suitable temperature and fragrance to the emperor's lips at any time.

Just like now, Ma Bin realized that this news might be useful to Feng Mu, so he would take the initiative to verify the authenticity of the news, and then pass the confirmed news to Feng Mu as soon as possible.

Feng Mu narrowed his eyes and said, "Go on."

Ma Bin replied, "Prison No. 2 is a pilot prison equity reform of the Executive Government. There is only half a year left before the equity reform agreement expires. The death of the warden of Prison No. 2 due to overwork is very strange."

When Ma Bin answered the question, he was very clear about the ability of Shangxian, so he assumed that Feng Mu was clear about the background of Prison No. 2.

He didn't waste any words, but went straight to the point and gave a conclusion:

"So I think the explosion on Qiming Street was an accident targeting Qian Tong."

Feng Mu's brief and powerful response also confirmed Ma Bin's judgment. He said: "Power struggle is either you or me, so is Qian Tong dead?"

Ma Bin replied: "The explosion didn't kill him, but he still died in the hospital."

Ma Bin gave the answer directly. He did not elaborate on how he disguised himself and sneaked into the hospital after receiving the news, and how he cleverly used various means and meticulous observations to deduce the cause of Qian Tong's death and the subsequent secret handling step by step.

Although this process is full of twists and turns and complexities, and can even be said to be a bit brain-burning and thrilling, Ma Bin does not regard these details as capital for seeking credit.

His goal is pure and clear, that is, to provide the most accurate and timely support and help to the upper line.

Every bit of his effort is for the lofty goal of [Destiny], not personal promotion.

Feng Mu was slightly surprised: "The explosion didn't kill him, but he still died in the hospital?"

Ma Bin said firmly: "Qian Tong's car was reinforced with explosion-proof, so the explosion did not cause fatal injuries. He was killed by injection of toxins after leaving the emergency room."

"The hospital blocked the news, and now outsiders only think that Qian Tong was injured but not dead. In fact, Qian Tong's sister, Li Hanyu, the mother of Qian Huan, the warden of the second prison, has quietly packed Qian Tong's body and secretly transported it to the headquarters of Guangming Group to win sympathy and support."

Feng Mu did not ask Ma Bin how he deduced the above conclusion. He believed that since Ma Bin dared to say so, the truth must be like this.

Feng Mu thought for a moment and asked, "Anything else?"

Ma Bin added, "Li Hanyu went to the headquarters of Guangming Group and has not come out since then. Qian Huan has been to the hospital twice. The second time he left the hospital, he went back to prison."

Ma Bin paused and said, "Qian Tong's death will have a great impact on Qian Huan. The mother and son blocked the news and went to the headquarters of Guangming Group, while the other returned to the prison urgently. This is a posture of risking their lives. Qian Huan's behavior in prison may become very radical in the future."

Feng Mu understood that Ma Bin was advising him to be careful and pay attention to safety, and was also testing himself in the end whether to stay in prison.

Feng Mu smiled slightly and secretly admired in his heart that it was really cool to have such a capable [downline].

Feng Mu grinned, just as a reward for such a capable [downline]. He said faintly, "I know, I will make good use of this opportunity in prison."

Ma Bin's mouth curled up at the other end of the phone. He heard the tacit hint in this sentence, which was equivalent to admitting and exposing his identity to him.

Haha——

Sure enough, [Masquerade] is Feng Mu!

Ma Bin took a deep breath and said, "I know. I will try my best to help you keep an eye on the dynamics of the governors in the prison system."

Feng Mu responded concisely with one word: "Okay." Then, he hung up the phone gently.

There was a tacit understanding between the two of them that did not need to be said. They did not discuss in depth who killed Qian Tong, nor did they analyze the possibility that people in the prison system were involved in the murder.

These details were not important to them at all.

"What's important is that Qian Tong is dead, and who the murderer is in the mind of the warden Qian Huan, and what role should I play in the warden's revenge script, or what kind of adjustments should I make to climb up faster?"

Feng Mu thought for a while in the bathroom, and after figuring out some joint problems, he pushed the door out and put on a warm smile on his face again.

"Let's go, and continue working."

Feng Mu took back the electric baton, put it back on his waist, and yawned in a tired manner.

Wang Cong's pupils shrank slightly, and he lowered his head and followed Feng Mu.

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