After organizing the rewards, Feng Mu sorted through his thoughts in his mind:
"The top priority next is to completely control the prison, and quickly deploy the base vehicle. This isn't difficult, it only requires this... and this... completing the final few steps to wrap up."
This plan had already been simulated in his mind 17 times, ensuring it was foolproof.
"Then, what is urgent is having a reunion dinner with the family, huh—"
Feng Mu got up from the bed, casting a sidelong glance at the camera.
He had a strong premonition that this meal would likely be the last fully-attended family dinner.
Feng Mu slowly sat down at the table, tapping his knuckles on the damaged camera on the table.
The body was covered in scratches, the lens glass cracked like a spider web, but the viewfinder screen inside remained miraculously intact.
He flicked the dust-covered switch with his fingers, the machine emitted a dying hum.
