Chapter 231: Repent, Repent Toward Your Fate

"Last words?" Tian Tao's voice carried a hint of bewilderment and incomprehension.

"Another dead person?" His tone rose, shock and suspicion intertwined.

"Another?!!" Tian Tao's voice turned sharp, filled with undisguised terror.

Tian Tao felt a chill run through his whole body; he stared at Chen Ya with horrified desperation, voice trembling:

"What do you mean, how is District Chief Chang Wei? No, wait, Chen Ya, are you dead right now, or not dead?"

Tian Tao sprang up as if springs were installed under his feet, arms outstretched embracing Chen Ya; he felt the faint warmth of body temperature emanating from the latter.

His heart eased slightly, but the next instant, shock and anger doubled: "You're not dead, then who is that corpse in the Incineration Room? Who's playing tricks, is it Feng Mu?!!"

Chen Ya let Tian Tao hold him, yet his feet didn't move an inch, not the least bit panicked; he closed his phone with two fingers, then lightly tossed it onto the bed.

The whole motion was indescribably calm and elegant; then, he made a "shh" gesture at Tian Tao and said seriously:

"Don't shout randomly, lower your voice; killing people requires public morality, you shouldn't disturb others' sleep or work."

Tian Tao exerted force with both arms, muscles knotting all over his body emitting creaking sounds; before, he had used this move to hug prisoners alive and twist them into two halves.

However, Chen Ya, who seemed to stand lightly in place without using any strength, didn't budge an inch; no matter how Tian Tao's arm veins bulged ferociously, he showed no abnormality whatsoever, not even a single wrinkle appeared on his prison uniform.

It was as if an invisible layer of Qi separated the two, or as if he were an evil ghost from strange tales unharmed by physics.

Tian Tao held Chen Ya tightly in his arms, throat dry and raspy as if sandpaper rubbing; his voice unconsciously rose several degrees, carrying a desperate tremble, crying out:

"That's wrong, you're already dead, but the one who killed you is Feng Mu, you've got the wrong person!"

Chen Ya's body shook once, and Tian Tao was shaken away; his whole body seemed to lose all weight, flying backward and crashing hard into the wall.

But strangely, Tian Tao clearly felt he was about to be smashed to pieces, yet the wall made no sound at all; he slid down to the ground silently like a piece of clothing hanging on the wall.

Just as Tian Tao was about to fall, about to knock over the chair, Chen Ya's hand waved lightly; a thread-thin, near-invisible needle-thread shot out, gently wrapping around the chair leg and pulling the chair backward.

Then, Chen Ya pointed casually; another silver needle, as if guided by an invisible finger, made a turn and horizontally pierced into Tian Tao's throat, forcibly blocking his scream in his throat.

Chen Ya slowly walked to Tian Tao's side; the latter's face was written full of terror and bewilderment.

Chen Ya looked down at him, tone carrying an indisputable seriousness:

"Tian Tao, you've lived your whole life arrogant and crude, unreasonable. Tonight, at the brink of death, I hope you can have some realization, show public morality once, quietly, without disturbing anyone, and complete what you ought to do."

Tian Tao stared at Chen Ya in terror; he could sense the chasm in strength between them, an insurmountable gap, like the difference between human and ghost, causing despair.

He turned his head toward the door; that door was merely lightly ajar, not locked; anyone could easily push it open from outside with a light push.

Tian Tao's gaze fixed tightly on that door, as if silently praying for someone to push the door open, no matter who.

Chen Ya didn't lock the door, didn't even glance back at it, only said indifferently: "No one with eyes will come in, because they're all afraid of you."

Tian Tao's soul plunged into a freezing abyss; that faint glimmer of hope in his eyes froze and extinguished; his mouth opened and closed soundlessly, emitting feeble ah-ah-ah sounds.

Chen Ya, like Feng Mu, is a merciful person, willing to give others a chance to speak.

He casually removed the silver needle from Tian Tao's throat and said seriously: "Don't disturb others, okay."

Tian Tao didn't dare shout; he could only lower his voice and ask with difficulty in a hoarse voice: "What exactly do you want me to do?"

Chen Ya's expression turned solemn, voice deep and remote, as if presiding over some sacred ritual: "Repent, repent toward your Fate!"

In a street-facing restaurant near the Fourth Hospital, in a cozy private room, Feng Ju's family of three sat around the dining table; each person's thoughts were somewhat complex.

Feng Ju had already completed discharge procedures, once again putting on the Patrol Bureau uniform; under that crisp uniform, a regained right arm was exceptionally eye-catching.

This arm was forged from hard black alloy; at the elbow joint of the mechanical arm, complex gears and micro-motors were hidden.

On the inner side of the arm, rows of precision circuit boards and wires interwove like nerves, connecting to the motors, providing the arm with a continuous stream of energy.

The outer side was coated with a layer of smooth nano-coating, making the whole arm refract a heart-shaking, stern luster under the lights.

On the coating was also engraved a line of markings: God Armament CX-27 Hunting-Type Prosthesis.

Feng Ju sighed lightly, his voice carrying a hard-to-conceal emotion: "Never expected I'd have a day to regain an arm."

He lightly moved his wrist; five fingers switched forms nimbly under his will, displaying different functions — melee form, ranged form, and daily form.

Every switch was silk-smooth like magic, demonstrating the glorious technological achievements Lower City people could hardly imagine.

Feng Ju immersed in his emotion for a moment, then shook his head regretfully: "The pity is, it couldn't be equipped with simulated skin; exposed like this, it looks a bit scary."

Feng Yuhuai's gaze followed tightly that mechanical arm containing sci-fi and violent aesthetics; her complexion stiffened slightly, forcing out a rather unnatural smile, and asked:

"Indeed, then why not install simulated skin?"

Feng Ju sighed lightly, tone carrying a few parts helplessness:

"The Special Commissioner explained that human simulated skin belongs to strictly controlled prohibited items, strictly forbidden to circulate in Lower City; even he couldn't get his hands on it."

Hearing this, Feng Yuhuai couldn't help but sigh lightly in her heart, thinking to herself:

"Able to smuggle in such a powerful mechanical prosthesis, yet unable to get a thin layer of simulated skin?"

Wang Xiuli didn't care about simulated skin or not; she was both happy for her husband and worriedly asked:

"The Special Commissioner installing a mechanical prosthesis for you must have cost a lot, right? From now on, does it mean you have to do something dangerous?"

The joy on Feng Ju's face faded a bit; he glared at Wang Xiuli displeased, coldly snorted: "Patrol Bureau matters, don't you go asking blindly."

Wang Xiuli didn't dare ask further, then said: "Discharge is such a happy thing, really no need to call Xiao Mu over?"

Feng Ju's face turned even colder, angrily said: "Call him for what, don't mention this rebellious son to me."

Seeing her husband angry, Wang Xiuli silently closed her mouth, not daring to provoke him further.

At this moment, Feng Yuhuai was about to say something, but was interrupted by her phone's text message alert.

She opened her phone; a text message barged into her sight unprepared, making her whole person nearly explode with fury.

The sender was a garbled string of numbers and letters; the text content read: Game Start, remaining countdown...

(End of Chapter)