Chapter 195: Fate's Mockery: Father Is the Model of My Life

After Qian Huan left the ward, a layer of haze settled over his heart.

"The Second Prison hides a terrible secret, a secret so terrible it made the Guangming Group sever ties with the Company in advance."

Qian Huan thought deeper and grew more terrified; one must know the Guangming Group is an undisputed behemoth in the Nine Districts — what kind of horrifying secret could make the Guangming Group so cautious, so meticulously prepared as to find a scapegoat in advance?

Qian Huan felt his throat go dry; he suddenly felt the Second Prison Warden's seat was a massive powder keg, and his three-layer explosion-proof glass fundamentally could not suppress it.

"Most terrifying of all, I've been forced by Mother and Uncle into a corner with no retreat."

Qian Huan's mind was in chaos; he stepped into the elevator with heavy steps, a sudden chill struck him, he couldn't help shivering, as if an invisible dangerous aura permeated the air.

He abruptly came to his senses and discovered the elevator doors had already quietly closed.

With no choice, his gaze slowly swept over the three passengers inside the elevator, trying to locate the source of that thread of unease and danger.

A handsome young man, a strange badge embroidered on his collar, face extremely gloomy, answering a phone call, his whole body emitting a keep-away aura.

A female high school student wearing a school uniform, sweet-looking, yet expressionless, her features revealing a trace of — he couldn't put it into words — unnaturalness.

And a doctor in a white coat wearing a mask, eyes hidden by fragmented hair, looking quite normal, but his body giving off a faint smell of gunpowder smoke.

The young man was habitually touching the badge on his collar with his index finger, speaking gloomily into the phone: "Good, very good. The dogs raised down below, daring to bare their fangs at their master united — is that it?"

Qian Huan pricked up his ears, trying to capture the faint sounds from the other end of the phone: "Sorry, Special Commissioner, but following Secretary Du's instructions is my duty, please understand."

At the same time, that female high school student in a school uniform lowered her head, focused on her mobile phone screen, fingertips lightly jumping on the keyboard, entering a line of text —

"I'm at the hospital accompanying Father now, will return to school this afternoon, I'll come back in time, won't miss the Martial Dao competition."

Qian Huan's gaze inadvertently brushed past her mobile phone screen, then quickly withdrew.

The last one, the doctor in the white coat, stood in the elevator corner, quietly as if in a daze.

Qian Huan glanced at him with his peripheral vision, then hurriedly looked away.

"I actually can't determine which of them this sense of danger ultimately comes from? Is the cramped elevator space confusing me, or is it……"

Qian Huan's heart suddenly tightened, a chill rose from his spine, he couldn't help suspecting,

"Has my nose for danger malfunctioned? Surely it can't be that all three people in this elevator could possibly pose a danger to me?"

Ding— The elevator doors slowly opened.

Qian Huan hurriedly stepped out of the elevator, but the three behind him did not follow. Only when the elevator doors closed again did that inexplicable sense of danger gradually dissipate from his heart.

Ding, next floor, the elevator doors slowly opened once more.

The Special Commissioner walked briskly out of the elevator with a gloomy face, striding toward Feng Ju's ward.

Feng Yuhuai unhurriedly put away her phone, not until the elevator doors were about to close did she reach out to stop them, then walked out of the elevator, bought a bottle of drink at the corridor's vending machine.

She easily twisted off the cap, took a light sip, then slowly walked toward the entrance of Feng Ju's ward, steps light, finally stopping at the doorway.

Inside the ward, Feng Ju hurriedly rose from the bed, he looked in surprise at the Special Commissioner who had entered, appearing somewhat apprehensive and uneasy.

He didn't understand why this Special Commissioner would condescend to personally visit a cripple like him who had lost all ability.

"Special Commissioner, how come you're here?" Feng Ju asked carefully.

The Special Commissioner's face still retained a gloom; his eyes were cold as ice, casually glancing at Feng Ju's empty left sleeve, tone flat as water: "I heard you're being discharged today, specially came to visit you."

Though Feng Ju didn't believe the Special Commissioner's visit was out of concern, he still put on a grateful appearance: "Thank you, Special Commissioner, for taking time from your busy schedule to visit; it's just that I no longer have the strength to serve the Special Commissioner, and feel truly ashamed."

The Special Commissioner looked deeply at Feng Ju, eyes meaningful, and asked: "I heard you applied to the Police Station, hoping to transfer to a rear-echelon clerical post?"

Feng Ju's mouth corners revealed a bitter smile, he replied: "Yes, although I can no longer hold a gun, holding a pen I can still manage."

The Special Commissioner didn't beat around the bush, he asked straight out: "You still want to hold a gun?"

Feng Ju froze for an instant, a flash of disbelief striking his eyes, his breathing suddenly became rapid, for a long time, only then did he heavily force out a single word from between his teeth: "Want!"

The Special Commissioner's mouth corners curled slightly, tracing a cold arc, his voice low and full of chill:

"I can give you a chance, let you hold a gun once more. But you must know, once you pick up that gun again, there will never be another chance to put it down; you'd best think clearly before answering my question."

Feng Ju bit his teeth hard, swallowed a mouthful of saliva; he wasn't a fool, naturally understood the meaning in the Special Commissioner's words, but he had no hesitation whatsoever; he was unwilling to spend the rest of his life as a cripple, for that he was willing to bear any price.

He answered without hesitation: "I understand, I'm willing to be the gun in Special Commissioner's hand, point where to shoot, absolutely no retreat, unless I die."

Feng Ju spoke his true feelings at this moment, only at this time he absolutely could not imagine that the price contained within might involve far more than just himself alone.

The Special Commissioner satisfiedly patted Feng Ju's shoulder lightly, mouth corners hooking a trace of appreciative smile: "Feng Ju, do you know what I admire most about you?"

Not waiting for Feng Ju to speak, the Special Commissioner revealed the answer himself: "What I admire most is that ruthless drive of yours that fears neither life nor death, that charges straight ahead. Unlike some people, always looking forward and back, shrinking from the front — what can people like that ever achieve?"

Feng Ju took a deep breath, eyes firm as iron: "Subordinate now has only this worthless rotten life left; doing things, naturally must stake my life and fight."

The Special Commissioner laughed heartily: "Good! Then don't rush to be discharged. I'll arrange for Tong Zhu Ren to install the most advanced mechanical prosthesis for you as soon as possible. After you recover, you'll lead those old brothers of yours from the Patrol Bureau, and for me capture 【Mask】 and bring him to justice."

Feng Ju's eyes flickered with determined light; upon hearing the two words "【Mask】", his breathing became even more rapid, his tone revealing a hatred and determination difficult to conceal.

He said resolutely: "Guarantee mission completion, will not disappoint your high expectations."

The Special Commissioner promised ungrudgingly: "If you handle this matter well, I guarantee to put you in the position you've dreamed of."

The Special Commissioner finished speaking, suddenly turned his head toward the door and said: "Who's out there?"

The door was gently pushed open, Feng Yuhuai walked in from outside, her face slightly tense, somewhat stiff, voice soft, speech slower than usual:

"Dad, Mom said you're being discharged today, I asked leave from school to come pick you up for discharge."

Feng Ju smiled and nodded at Feng Yuhuai, then said to the Special Commissioner: "Special Commissioner, this is my daughter Feng Yuhuai, currently in high school."

The Special Commissioner glanced at Feng Yuhuai, recognized her as the female high school student who had just shared the elevator with him, he didn't think much of it, but assumed a leader's posture and smiled: "Your father isn't being discharged today, he has to wait two more days."

The Special Commissioner turned to leave, just as he brushed past Feng Yuhuai, he suddenly stopped, turned back and sized up Feng Yuhuai once more, smiling:

"Your father is a rare talent; you should learn from him more, so on the road of growth you can cut through thorns and brambles, all the way bright."

Feng Yuhuai slightly lowered her head, voice soft yet firm in reply: "Thank you for your teaching; I've always regarded my father as the model for my life."

(End of Chapter)