"No sign of Little Knife and Hawkeye's bodies... at least, it's not a total loss. Hawkeye and Little Knife... they managed to escape, they must have!"
Just then, a steady sound of footsteps approached.
Feng Mu returned.
But his uniform was spotless, contrasting sharply with the bloody and filthy surroundings.
Wang Cong naturally stood beside Feng Mu, his voice low as he reported:
"We couldn't catch them all, the grass area is too extensive, seems like one or two might have escaped."
This statement was like an invisible whip, lashing every working prison guard on site.
Though their expressions were hidden by masks, the slightly lowered heads and the instinctively clenched fists clearly conveyed their shame and unease.
Feng Mu surveyed the scene, showing no sign of disappointment or blame. He gently waved his hand:
"It's no big deal, everyone worked hard, letting one or two slip away is of little consequence, they'll come back soon enough."
