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

Four hours have passed since Feng Mu took the initiative to cooperate with the police station, which means that he has been suffering from unjust accusations in the police station for a hundred years and four hours.

The moment his shoes stepped out of the steps in front of the police station again, Feng Mu breathed in the fresh air outside, and he suddenly felt like he was reborn.

"My innocence was tarnished. Although it was eventually cleared by Detective Li Shang, the traces of dirty water remained on my body forever, causing indelible trauma."

Feng Mu turned his head and glanced behind him, with some reluctance flashing in his eyes. He would find a chance to go back to the police station to get back his mental damage compensation.

Chang Erbing observed Feng Mu's expression and felt a little surprised. For some reason, he always felt that Feng Mu's eyes were a little weird, as if he had left something important behind.

Chang Erbing walked up to him and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Feng Mu shrugged his shoulders, shook his head and asked with a smile: "Where's Captain Li Shang? I still have time to thank him."

Chang Erbing said expressionlessly: "Captain Li has other things to do, so..."

Feng Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not ask any further questions.

He could sense that Li Shang's attitude towards him had subtly changed. Although he was somewhat confused, he could already guess some of the reasons.

He sighed softly and said politely but sincerely:

"It's a pity. Please tell Captain Li that Feng Mu is definitely not someone who doesn't know how to repay a favor. I will definitely visit again later to express my gratitude to Captain Li in person."

Chang Erbing nodded perfunctorily.

Just then, two men in black suits walked over quickly, holding a copper brazier in their hands and placed it respectfully at Feng Mu's feet.

The charcoal fire in the brazier was burning brightly. The orange-red flames licked the air, making a crackling sound and reflecting Feng Mu's face.

He grinned and glanced at the convoy on the opposite side.

Those vehicles were not luxurious luxury cars, but the prison logo was clearly spray-painted on each of them—a black shield with a silver chain wrapped around it, and the logo emitted a cold luster in the air.

As Feng Mu's eyes swept over, all the men in black suits half-bowed their heads in unison, speaking in low but uniform voices:

"minister!"

The sound echoed on the empty road, and passers-by looked sideways. After seeing the logo on the car clearly, their faces showed more awe than when they saw a luxury car.

Feng Mu was speechless, but his expression remained calm.

He looked forward and saw Gong Qi with his arms open, walking towards him quickly like a peacock spreading its tail.

Feng Mu stepped over the brazier, hugged Gong Qi with a smile on his face, and asked calmly:

"Brother, what's going on?"

Gong Qi raised his eyebrows and replied helplessly:

"Hongya sent me a video of a TV series last night and asked me to pick you up with this content today."

He lowered his voice, his tone sounding like he was complaining but also like he was enjoying it:

"You must not dislike it. Hongya might be watching secretly in the dark right now."

Feng Mu understood immediately, and the smile on his face deepened:

"Okay, Junior Sister is finally not satisfied with just watching TV dramas anymore, and has started to pursue the goal of becoming a director."

Feng Mu's eyes swept around vaguely, as if looking for a figure hiding in the dark.

Gong Qi let go of Feng Mu and suddenly kicked the brazier over.

The copper basin rolled on the ground, charcoal fire splashed, and sparks drew a few brief streaks of light in the air before dying out on the wet ground.

Gong Qi said two words in an extremely domineering manner: "Bad luck!"

Feng Mu secretly complained in his heart, a prison officer despises the police station for its bad luck? It's a bit of magical realism, right?

But his face remained calm, as if he had long been accustomed to Gong Qi's behavior.

He walked towards the car in the middle, the door of which had already been opened by Jiang Li.

Song Ping'an stood beside the car, his body straight and his eyes stern, like a silent sculpture.

Feng Mu had no idea how hard Song Ping'an had worked this morning to grab the honor of opening the car door, and he had barely suppressed the competition from his colleagues including Jiang Li, Liu Yi, Guan Zhong and others.

Only after Feng Mu sat firmly did a row of his subordinates raise their bent backs and get on the car in unison.

The car doors closed, the engines roared, and the convoy started slowly, as if it were some kind of ritual, and drove away from the police station steadily and orderly.

At the door of the police station, there was only an overturned brazier left, the weak flames whimpering in the wind, like some kind of silent mockery.

Chang Erbing watched the convoy drive away with a slightly grim expression, his eyes flashing with complex emotions such as dissatisfaction, envy, sourness, and "that person can replace him".

Finally, he stomped hard on the fire basin and murmured weakly:

"Is being a prison guard so classy these days? Damn it, so domineering. Damn it, damn it."

Dong Ping had the same idea as him. He was standing at the window peeping at the scene on the street, feeling mixed emotions:

"Young people are arrogant and domineering. However, I feel that Captain Feng's son has surpassed Captain Feng. I am not as good as my son. Captain Feng is not just because of this...."

Dong Ping took a deep breath and suddenly felt that Captain Feng was too narrow-minded. The thought of betrayal in his heart was like a vine winding up and getting stronger.

In the dark alley opposite the police station, several figures stood quietly.

Their eyes followed the departing convoy with complicated expressions—joy mixed with a strong sense of regret, as if there was some emptiness after some expectation was dashed.

"Just like what Junior Brother said, he came out on his own."

Zhao Zhixin yawned and lazily took off the pig-face mask on his face.

"I told everyone to trust Junior Brother. You don't have to come today."

His tone was relaxed, but it couldn't hide a hint of loss.

Yuan Xidi stood beside him, clutching the hyena mask he had just taken off in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force.

His voice seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat, with a twisted and sick tone:

"We prepared in vain... in vain... the police station is a bunch of rubbish!"

Hong Ya was the only one who did not wear a mask. She had great trust in her junior brother, and although she felt a little regretful in her heart, it was not much.

Because she was fiddling with a video equipment that looked very expensive. She had already recorded all the wonderful moments that had just happened, so she could appreciate them over and over again when she returned.

"That's right, Fifth Brother Gong Qi was laughing so hard that his face couldn't close. He kind of stole the spotlight. Damn it, who told him to kick over the brazier? He was secretly adding drama to himself, hum——"

Hong Ya curled her lips, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone.

"Why can't Prison No. 2 recruit female guards? In the final analysis, there are too few female prisoners in District 9. Hey, when will the crime rate of women in District 9 catch up with that of men?"

Her eyes were rolling around, and no one knew what strange ideas were going on in her mind. The smile on her lips became more and more cunning, like a little fox.

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