Chapter 285: My Dear Father, You've Wrinkled My Clothes

Three people, one in front and two behind, looked exactly like a big shot and two lackey bodyguards following behind him.

At least in Dong Ping's deep-rooted inherent perception, never mind being able to stay in a VVIP ward, even those who could enter and visit a VVIP ward were inevitably big shots with status and reputation.

At least people like them, captains injured in the line of duty, only stayed in special care wards, which didn't even count as VIP wards.

Moreover, barring accidents, they would hardly have a chance to step into the VVIP corridor in their lifetime, even though the VVIP corridor was many times more spacious than the crowded corridors outside.

But in Dong Ping's eyes, that corridor was very narrow, so narrow that even if they exhausted their lives and cracked their skulls squeezing through, they couldn't shove their whole faces past it.

Oh, that's not right either; if Captain Feng Ju could catch 【Mask】, he might have a chance to lie in there after getting promoted to Bureau Chief.

Dong Ping's gaze swept over Feng Ju's cold, hard profile, his heart filled with both envy and curiosity; he couldn't help but exclaim:

"Captain Feng, I remember you always complaining to the brothers that your kid was useless; you're lying through your teeth, your son has clearly already made it into a big shot's inner circle."

The team members behind him stopped in unison, their gazes all turning toward Feng Ju, the emotions revealed in their eyes identical to Dong Ping's.

Those eyes seemed to say, it's one thing for Captain Feng himself to be remarkable enough to gain the Special Commissioner's favor, but unexpectedly, Captain Feng's son also seems second to none, already kept by a big shot's side — could this be the legendary "tiger father, no dog son"?

Furthermore, the son Captain Feng always looked down on is actually doing so well; then the daughter he always proudly hung on his lips, just how bright and boundless must her future be?

Tsk tsk tsk, this family — father, son, daughter — every single one so outstanding; could it be they'll all leap the dragon gate together, collectively ascending?

Dong Ping's gaze, like following a bright lamp, grew increasingly fervent as it settled on Captain Feng Ju.

He also had a son and a daughter at home; aside from being filial they were good for nothing, and it worried him sick.

"Family scholarly tradition, this is family scholarly tradition; Captain Feng has educated a pair of children so well; when the chance comes, I must properly learn from Captain Feng's experience."

Dong Ping thought enviously like this in his heart, and the other team members inwardly were no less harboring the same thoughts.

At this moment, Feng Ju seemed to have received the team members' collective fervent heartfelt voices, but his heart did not surge with the slightest pride or joy as a successful father; on the contrary, he only felt a nameless fire rushing straight to the top of his head with a hissing sound.

Feng Ju took a deep breath, hesitated for a moment, still instructed the team members behind him:

"You wait here for me, I'll be right back."

Having said that, Feng Ju strode off, quickly catching up, his leather boots treading out heavy echoes on the corridor.

The distance rapidly closed, the backs of those three people gradually becoming clear in his field of vision.

The person walking in the very front wore a well-tailored black suit, a conspicuous white flower pinned on his chest; the two following close behind wore crisp prison guard uniforms, the uniform's lines outlining their tall, straight figures.

Feng Ju's gaze focused on Feng Mu. He almost failed to recognize this as his own son.

Feng Mu's change was very great; not only did his cheeks seem to have gained more angles, even his walking posture and temperament seemed like a different person.

In his impression, when Feng Mu walked his shoulders and back were a bit tensed, making him look a bit inferior and shrinking, his eyes often dull and lifeless, looking just like a waste, extremely infuriating.

Unlike now...

Feng Ju was at a loss for words, for a moment not knowing how to describe this feeling, just like a piece of scrap iron reforged into steel?

Feng Ju blinked, almost feeling that Feng Mu's body had also been implanted with mechanical prostheses; otherwise he couldn't understand how a person could undergo such a metamorphic change in just a short period of time apart?

Even, in an instant Feng Ju actually felt that from this son once regarded as waste, he saw the shadow of his daughter whom he took pride in.

This feeling gave rise to a complex emotion in his heart.

Then, Feng Ju instantly felt even more infuriated; it was a fire he himself couldn't understand, as if he would rather his son revert to the waste of the past than see him become this brand-new... "decent human" of today.

His pace involuntarily quickened, three steps merging into two, his right hand suddenly raising, fiercely clamping down on Feng Mu's rear shoulder.

The moment Feng Ju approached, the three people ahead simultaneously sensed something, their gazes converging on Feng Ju.

Qian Huan reflexively took a step back; a glimmer of faint light flashed in Shi Wuming's pupils, his gaze pausing briefly on Feng Ju's exposed metal fist.

Feng Mu turned and stood firm, not dodging, but letting that ugly mechanical arm clamp onto his shoulder, his eyes not showing the slightest ripple.

With a "Pa!" sound of impact, separated by the clothing fabric came the collision sound of metal and steel.

Feng Ju slightly raised his head, looking at his son who at some point had shot up half a head taller than himself; that calm, waveless gaze made him feel exceptionally unfamiliar.

Feng Mu's expression remained gentle, showing no annoyance whatsoever at the sneak attack just now.

His gaze was exceptionally calm; the way he looked at Feng Ju was no different from how he looked at those mischievous prisoners in the prison.

"What a coincidence, my dear Father."

Feng Mu scanned the health bar above Feng Ju's head — Semi-modified Body·Feng Ju 【547/547】, his tone very respectful and polite,

"Can you remove your newly grown black hand first? You've wrinkled my clothes."

Feng Ju's face showed shock; his five fingers subconsciously exerted force, the uniform shoulder immediately wrinkled in his grip, emitting a teeth-grating creak.

Feng Mu's expression remained calm, merely letting out a light sigh, his tone gentle:

"Once clothes are wrinkled, they need to be rewashed and ironed; this is a rather time-consuming matter.

Although I could entrust such trivial matters to prisoners to handle, prisoners also have their own more important tasks to complete. I really don't want to, because of me, occupy their already scant remaining lives."

As Feng Mu spoke, he reached out and pinched the pitch-black metal palm, bit by bit moving it away from his shoulder.

Feng Ju's face drastically changed; his arm's linked joints pulled, feeling the enormous force transmitted from his fingers, simply like being clamped by an industrial iron tongs.

He immediately increased his strength, but his palm still didn't budge; instead the mechanical arm's joints emitted an unsettling friction sound.

"My dear Father, when will you ever learn to respect and listen to your children's requests..."

(End of Chapter)