Era of Magic and Martial Arts

Chapter 562 - 546: Look, They’re All Dogs Down There...

Li Hanyu now trusts Feng Mu 120%, yet this doesn’t prevent her from seeing Feng Mu as a dog.

On the contrary, only by being a dog, a good dog, can one gradually gain the trust of those in power. When the dog starts to think about becoming human, it’s time to...

Either be skinned and cooked by the master or bite the master’s throat.

Li Hanyu’s thoughts suddenly drifted back to when she was six years old, when her father gave her a little hunting dog, with a shiny coat, always liked to rub her palm with its wet nose.

It accompanied her throughout her childhood until she was eleven when that dog they’d raised for five years dared to jump on the dining table and grabbed the bone she left in her bowl.

Even though at that time, she could not eat anymore and didn’t want to eat, she still watched as her father strangled the dog to death before her eyes.

To this day, she still remembers the cunning light in the dog’s eyes, the feel of the satin belt her father handed over digging into the palm of her hand, and the last few claw marks the dog scratched on her skirt before it suffocated.

"A good dog should know what it can eat and what it cannot touch,"

Her father pried open her trembling fingers and tossed the warm dog corpse to the cook.

The meat from that night was exceptionally fragrant, tastier than any she’d had before.

Later, she raised a few more dogs, none dared to jump on the table again.

And then, she stopped raising dogs because her father took her to a Bright Group banquet, then stood in front of the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the bustling crowd on the street outside, and educated her:

"See, those below are all dogs too!"

It’s lamentable how Destiny toys with people; her father passed away early due to a sudden accident, ultimately failing to impart these worldly lessons fully to his grandson.

Qian Huan naturally learned some of them, but judging by the results, clearly didn’t grasp them well enough, leading to the breeding of a disloyal dog; fortunately, he did breed a loyal dog.

"Using a loyal dog to kill a disloyal one is also an indispensable part of dog training."

Li Hanyu withdraws her thoughts, her eyes shimmering with cold light.

She opened the hospital room door.

Bodyguards stood at the door, looking straight ahead.

Li Bashan casually leaned against the wall, holding a coarse wooden food bucket and enjoying his meal, mouth dripping with oil, not stopping even when Li Hanyu opened the door.

The world may be vast, but eating is the greatest.

Hong Ya brought food again, standing next to Li Bashan and looking at Li Hanyu.

Li Hanyu smiled kindly and waved at her, smiling benevolently:

"Come, chat with me for a while."

Hong Ya glanced at senior apprentice brother, seeing Li Bashan had no objections, trotted into the hospital room.

In the neighboring VVIP hospital room, Bright Group’s black-clad credit department agents acted swiftly, disassembling Shi Wuming’s remains as though handling scrap machinery.

Each piece of bionic muscle was weighed and priced, each nerve path evaluated by quality.

As for the brand-new repair parts just delivered, yet to be signed for.

"The brand new prosthetic parts depreciate by 50%, already an internal friendly price."

The assessor wearing gold-rimmed glasses tapped a tablet, voice filled with empathetic fairness,

"According to company regulations, such second-hand reclaimed pieces should be valued at just 10%."

The flesh and mechanical debris were classified into different containers, meant to be sent to different recycling workshops.

At final settlement, the red numbers on the tablet continued to jump, clearly, even squeezing every last bit of value from this body couldn’t fill the "Bright Loan" gap.

"The bill will be sent to his relatives."

The credit manager smoothed the wrinkles on his suit and flashed a professional smile at the empty bed now just a pile of clothes.

Though records showed Shi Wuming’s parents were deceased and he lived alone, even if he survived, he likely wouldn’t know if he had any living relatives in this world.

But it doesn’t matter, Bright Group’s credit department excels in finding long-lost family members for clients.

Beside it, the credit "enforcement device" flashed red, faithfully recording the appraisal and recovery scene — evidence to be shown to relatives.

Hou Wendong watching nearby marveled at Bright Group’s professional work efficiency.

"If the bureaucrats in the Executive Government were this efficient, would they still be cursed by the public daily?" Hou Wendong contemplated.

"Wait a moment..."

He suddenly raised his hand to stop the staff trying to process the discharge paperwork,

"Keep this hospital room for now, let the bodyguards use it as a resting room during shifts, it was part of his unfinished work."

Work unfinished in life, continuing even in death seems very reasonable, right.

The credit department manager pondered briefly, then said to the hospital nurse:

"Alright, put the cost on Shi Wuming’s debt, we’ll send someone to settle it upon discharge."

The hospital cooperatively nodded, showing evident trust in Bright Group’s credit.

Once everyone departed, Hou Wendong slightly loosened his collar, sat to rest in the room, leaving the door open, saw Li Hanyu beckoning Hong Ya inside, seemingly instructing her on some matter.

Yet he pretended not to see, stepped out to have a few bodyguards rotate into the room for rest, leaving only two in the corridor was sufficient.

Li Hanyu chatted casually with Hong Ya, naturally revolving the conversation around Feng Mu.

When it comes to evaluating people, or dogs, she sees with precision, noting Hong Ya’s heart and eyes filled entirely with her little junior apprentice brother.

A few words brought joy to Hong Ya, her braided pigtails bouncing cheerfully.

Then, Li Hanyu pulled out a memo from her pocket, scribbled a line on the back, and leaned down to instruct Hong Ya:

"Please take this to... and have him do this, then that..."

The latter half turned into a whisper, only Hong Ya could hear.

Next, the task Li Hanyu was about to undertake required utmost confidentiality.

Gong Qi hacking into Lou Duan’s computer reminded her — certain arrangements were no longer suitable for phone communication.

Since Wang Xinfa could send bodyguards to "protect" her, he might also "protect" her communications.

Although unlikely, it’s always safer to be cautious.

While listening to Li Hanyu’s whispered instructions, Hong Ya’s eyes lit up instantly, like a little fox discovering a new toy, lively and mischievous.

Her pupils rolled around, her face filled with apparent reluctance, muttering:

"Little junior apprentice brother works at Second Prison, I’m not there, I’m just here delivering food to senior apprentice brother, why should I help you?"

Li Hanyu slightly furrowed her brows, patiently responded:

"Don’t you want to help Feng Mu? Helping me with this task now is in fact helping Feng Mu."

Hong Ya pouted, mumbling inwardly, feeling that this old woman was a bit dense, failing to comprehend her hint.

Helplessly, she lightly coughed, saying:

"I can help you, can you get me into Second Prison?"

Li Hanyu was suddenly enlightened, she didn’t like dogs negotiating with their master, but for now, only Feng Mu was her dog, his senior and junior apprentice brothers and sisters didn’t count just yet.

You are my dog, but your family isn’t, which many big figures dislike, including Li Hanyu.

She then smiled warmly:

"No problem, once the task is completed, I can get you into Second Prison at any time."

Hong Ya blinked, accepted the memo, humming a little tune, bouncing out the door, her braided pigtails almost flipping up to the sky...