What Exactly Did Xu Mu Do

Xu Mu and Meng Wanyue were sitting inside a Wuling Hongguang.

Through their phones, they monitored the situation inside the private room.

Since they had taken the initiative to invite them, there was plenty of time to install the pinhole cameras.

The audio and video were crystal clear.

“This Feng Jian definitely won’t be able to resist. He dreams of making a name for himself in Feng Kang’s eyes,” Xu Mu said with a light chuckle as he watched the footage on his phone.

Indeed, that was the case. Upon hearing this, Feng Jian suddenly grabbed Zhang Shuaikai’s arm and sat down beside him.

He had heard from Dai Xiao that the Xu family had new drugs.

If he could get his hands on those drugs ahead of time, his father would surely look at him differently.

Plus, with his mother as a strong backing, he could fight for more resources.

After the initial shock, Feng Jian’s expression turned a bit puzzled. “Zhang Shuaikai, this is such an important matter. Why didn’t you inform my dad or my brother? Why come to me?”

“Feng Young Master, to be honest, I did notify them first, but they just ignored me,” Zhang Shuaikai sighed deeply.

Feng Jian smiled, thinking it made sense. Neither of them would pay attention to a nobody like Zhang Shuaikai.

“Since they won’t listen, I might as well team up with you, Feng Young Master,” Zhang Shuaikai said, looking at Feng Jian. “If we join forces to take down Feng Ruili, I’ll help you secure the heir position. When that happens, I hope you’ll—”

“Enough! That’s getting ahead of ourselves. First, get the drugs, then we’ll talk about the rest,” Feng Jian cut him off.

He sneered inwardly. This Zhang Shuaikai had some lofty ideas.

A bastard with Feng family blood, thinking he could enter the Feng family and fight for the inheritance?

If he really succeeded, Feng Jian figured he’d just invest in a small company for him to save face.

“Alright, I’m skipping this meal. I’ve got a drinking party later, so I’m heading out,” Feng Jian said as he stood up.

“Feng Young Master, I’ve already made the reservations. Consider it a celebration of our alliance. I promise I won’t tell your dad or Feng Ruili,” Zhang Shuaikai said, raising his glass with a smile.

“What are you? Call me Chairman Feng!” Feng Jian reminded him.

“Right, right, Chairman,” Zhang Shuaikai replied, masking his displeasure with a smile.

Feng Jian glanced at his watch and nodded lightly. “It’s still early. I’ll have a few drinks with you.”

He didn’t dare be too disrespectful to Zhang Shuaikai. Like he said earlier, if he left now, Zhang Shuaikai might just spill everything to Feng Kang and Feng Ruili.

Those two held real power; Feng Jian couldn’t compete.

After a few drinks, Feng Jian began to feel dizzy.

“Feng Young Master, you should take it easy these days. I heard a few women in Yang City are carrying viruses. Don’t catch anything,” Zhang Shuaikai warned.

“What the hell! Are you cursing me? I only go to legitimate places. They all have health certificates,” Feng Jian snapped angrily.

“I’m just concerned about you, Feng Young Master. If anything happens, you can count on me—I know a miracle doctor,” Zhang Shuaikai said, revealing everything Xu Mu had instructed him to say.

“No need. I know more doctors than you do,” Feng Jian replied.

Feng Jian rubbed his temples, feeling a bit dizzy. "Zhang Shuaikai, what kind of liquor is this? It really hits hard."

"This is good stuff," Zhang Shuaikai replied.

No sooner had Zhang Shuaikai finished speaking than Feng Jian suddenly collapsed onto the table.

...

Outside, Xu Mu watched through the surveillance camera and then put his phone away.

He turned to Meng Wanyue and said, "Wanyue, let's get started."

Meng Wanyue nodded.

The two of them got out of the car and went off to begin their respective tasks.

In fact, this job was very simple for them. Meng Wanyue just needed to make the hotel’s cameras stop working for a few minutes.

After receiving Meng Wanyue’s notification, Xu Mu immediately headed to the hotel and arrived at a private room on the fifth floor.

"Young Master Xu," Zhang Shuaikai stood up at once.

"Step outside," Xu Mu waved Zhang Shuaikai away.

"Alright," Zhang Shuaikai nodded and closed the door behind him.

Xu Mu first took down the pinhole camera in the room and put it into his pocket, then opened his storage space.

Inside was a cut-open soda bottle containing a concoction Xu Mu had prepared, with two silver needles stuck into it.

He pulled out the silver needles, which were coated in green medicine.

He injected the needles into Feng Jian’s forearms—one in each.

When he finished, Xu Mu left the room, where Zhang Shuaikai was waiting outside.

Zhang Shuaikai looked surprised when Xu Mu came out. "That fast?"

"I didn’t do much. Just pretend to be asleep here. My sedative will knock him out for about half an hour. Wait for him to wake up," Xu Mu said, then left.

Zhang Shuaikai hurried back into the room and found Feng Jian still slumped over the table, his clothes and pants untouched.

He had no idea what Xu Mu had done just now.

Even if he had been poisoned, it wouldn’t take effect that quickly—just twenty or thirty seconds.

Still, he followed Xu Mu’s instructions and lay down on the table as well.

Xu Mu and Meng Wanyue had already left; today’s task was done.

...

Half an hour later, Feng Jian mumbled and suddenly started gasping for air.

Zhang Shuaikai immediately lay down beside him, motionless.

"Ah! My head’s spinning," Feng Jian groaned, frowning.

He lifted his head and, seeing the scene before him, suddenly remembered he had just been asleep.

He glanced at his watch and saw only half an hour had passed, which eased his mind.

"Get up!" Feng Jian slapped the back of Zhang Shuaikai’s head.

Zhang Shuaikai, pretending to be drunk, slurred and cursed, "Damn it! Who hit me?"

"It was me!" Feng Jian slapped him again.

Zhang Shuaikai groggily got to his feet. Seeing Feng Jian, he smiled, "So it’s you, Boss Feng."

"What kind of liquor did we just drink? I feel like I’m drunk."

Feng Jian asked Zhang Shuaikai.

"Five-grain liquid, original brew, 72 degrees," Zhang Shuaikai explained.

"Well, I guess it’s good it didn’t mess things up," Feng Jian waved his hand.

"Let’s go!"

Zhang Shuaikai watched Feng Jian’s retreating figure and sat alone, eating his food.

He rubbed the back of his head and gave a cold smile. This prodigal son looked down on him, let alone anyone else.

He felt that following Xu Mu was the right choice.

Just then, his phone vibrated. He glanced at it—it was a message from Xu Mu.

"Don’t do anything. Just wait for Feng Jian to come find you."

Zhang Shuaikai read the message and felt even more puzzled. What exactly had Xu Mu done?

……

Xu Mu had already returned to Jiang City.

He and Meng Wanyue first went to the company. After Xu Mu got into his own car, they each headed home separately.

At ten o’clock that night, Xu Mu and Ye Tong, the married couple, had already gone to bed.

Faced with Xu Mu’s kindness, what else could Ye Tong do?

She could only repay him with heartfelt gratitude.

At the same time,

Feng Jian was partying wildly with a few friends at a nightclub. After drinking, he grabbed a flashy woman and headed to a hotel.

While the woman was taking a shower, Feng Jian sensed something was off.

This woman looked great, and she was incredibly wild. So why was none of his buddies reacting at all?

Just as the woman was about to come out, he immediately pulled out his wallet and took out a Viagra pill.

At a crucial moment, he couldn’t afford to lose face.