Chapter 339

Dong Ping nodded heavily at those words; he clenched his cold, powerful fist, and his metal-aesthetic arm refracted a ruthless silver gleam under the flashing red-and-blue lights.

He said, "That's right, we're no longer who we used to be."

Suddenly, Dong Ping seemed to think of another possibility, and he asked hesitantly:

"Captain Feng, is it possible that 【Mask】 isn't on this list at all? If so, wouldn't all our efforts have been in vain?"

Feng Ju's pupils shrank, his expression dark:

"That wouldn't be wasted effort either — doesn't it just prove that Li Shang used a fake list to fool the Special Commissioner?"

Dong Ping's eyes lit up, and he realized with sudden clarity:

"Captain Feng, brilliant. If the list is right, we catch 【Mask】 and the Special Commissioner will surely reward us; if the list is wrong, the Special Commissioner will surely fly into a rage and severely punish Li Shang.

Either way, Li Shang will likely find it very hard to compete with you for the Bureau Chief position anymore."

Feng Ju smiled faintly, his face showing the wisdom of "everything under control."

Three minutes later, the wisdom on Feng Ju's face vanished, "everything under control" was shattered, and something bad beyond his expectations happened.

Dong Ping handed over his phone, tension overflowing on his face, his voice carrying a few notes of uncertain doubt:

"Captain Feng, is the Feng Mu mentioned in this news your son? It looks like he's gotten into trouble."

Because, in ordinary days, Feng Ju rarely mentioned his son to colleagues — except for that scene of deep father-son affection he witnessed at the hospital two days ago, where he marveled at Feng Ju's strict household management and excellent parenting — the Patrol Bureau colleagues truly knew nothing about his son's situation.

However, Dong Ping was a thoughtful man; that very day he privately did his homework, secretly investigated Feng Ju's family situation, and gained a general understanding of his wife's personality and the academic or work status of his one son and one daughter.

Feng Ju's heart gave a violent thump; he took the phone, and the keywords in the news report — "Feng Mu," "Second Prison," "murder suspect," "cooperate with investigation," etc. — met his eyes.

Feng Ju's face instantly darkened — not because he was worried about Feng Mu; after experiencing that rebellious son's "filial piety" at the hospital that day, he had already treated this son as a dead man.

But you can't smear my face, let alone come to the Patrol Bureau to smear it!!

Feng Ju took a deep breath, read the entire news report carefully, figured out the whole story, and his face turned black as coal, his lips trembling with rage as he said:

"Rebellious son, useless trash, kills a person or two and still gets caught under suspicion — truly a waste!!"

Dong Ping's mouth opened slightly, wanting to offer a few words of comfort, but the words reached his lips and he swallowed them back; he truly didn't know how to speak words of consolation.

After all, on the matter of whitewashing murder, this father Feng Ju had performed too brilliantly.

In two days, Captain Feng slaughtered six 【Mask】 members, every step open and aboveboard without a single flaw; Feng Mu, as the son, only killed one person and is already facing prison disaster?

This this this...

The son seems indeed not to have inherited much of the father's wisdom in this regard — tiger father, dog son?

Dong Ping's mind turned a few quick corners, and he said in a deep voice:

"Captain Feng, don't be too angry. Your son is probably a first-time killer, lacked experience so he left evidence at the scene — that's something you can educate him on slowly later; our urgent priority right now is to help him wash away the suspicion."

Feng Ju gnashed his teeth with a grinding sound: "He brought it on himself, why should I care if he lives or dies?!"

Feng Ju felt wronged inside, but it wasn't something he could speak of to an outsider.

Feng Mu was doing well, his wings had hardened, and he was angry;

Feng Mu got into trouble, he should have gloated, but the son fell into the Patrol Bureau's hands, and he was even angrier.

He, Feng Ju, the dignified Captain of the Patrol Bureau, one step away from Bureau Chief, and at such a critical juncture it's exposed that his son is a murderer?

Damn it, this rebellious son is using his own life to bury his old man's advancement!

Feng Ju was furious beyond control:

"Had I known today would come, the moment this rebellious son crawled out of the womb, I should have strangled him to death!"

Dong Ping only took it as Feng Ju speaking in anger; he himself was equally furious:

"It was Chen Yang who held the press conference, but Chen Yang may not know Feng Mu is Captain Feng your son; regardless, he deserves to die — who gave him the guts and authority to hold a press conference, simply lawless."

Dong Ping paused, then his expression suddenly changed as he asked:

"Could it be Chen Yang knew Feng Mu is your son and deliberately blew it up? Could it be Li Shang instigated it behind the scenes? Chen Yang is on Li Shang's side — they want to use this to attack you, Captain Feng?"

A ruthless light flickered in Feng Ju's eyes; he felt truly stifled inside — he wished Feng Mu would just die, but the situation forced him to wipe his son's ass clean?

Feng Ju was a man who put interests first and had deep schemes; therefore his judgment matched Dong Ping's — he didn't believe this was any coincidence.

Good people never shrink from suspecting bad people with the greatest malice; bad people even more so, because bad people know more viscerally than good people just how bad bad people can be.

Feng Ju gave a cold laugh: "Call Chen Yang, find out the case progress, and probe his attitude while you're at it."

Dong Ping immediately picked up his phone, ready to dial, and at this moment Feng Ju didn't forget to cautiously remind him:

"Watch your attitude during the call, be careful the other side records it."

No evidence needed — in Feng Ju's heart, Chen Yang was already an internal enemy to be guarded against and eliminated.

Feng Ju left Dong Ping in the car to make the call, while he got out to catch his breath, then dialed his rebellious son's number with an iron-blue face.

A cold mechanical female voice answered him: "Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please try again later!"

Feng Ju's heart grew even more irritable; he dialed again.

This time the call connected smoothly, Feng Ju's anger surged higher, and his opening words were a severe reprimand:

"Rebellious son, did you deliberately reject my call just now? You useless trash, you truly don't know what's good for you!"

The voice on the other end was very calm, calm with a trace of mockery:

"My dear Father, it's so late — what made you think to call me?"

Feng Ju raged: "You ask why — your crime has landed in the Patrol Bureau, don't you know? You useless trash, do you know how much trouble this causes me?"

Feng Mu on the other end could imagine Feng Ju's furious ugly face right now; he found it quite amusing, and said lightly:

"This is truly regrettable; I also didn't expect the Patrol Bureau to fabricate lies and frame me. But it doesn't matter — I walk straight, sit upright, not afraid of villains twisting black and white. As for Father, don't you believe in your own son's innocence?"

Feng Ju cursed viciously: "Naive, stupid, I can't explain things to a useless trash like you — where are you right now?"

Feng Mu answered honestly: "I'm in prison right now, of course."

Feng Ju pressed: "Doing what?"

Feng Mu lowered his head, pulled open the incinerator door, his eyes deep as he gazed into the pitch-black tunnel, one 【0/??】 blood bar after another entering his sight.

Although they were all dead, their corpses were still within their shelf life, exuding an enticing fragrance of blood.

Feng Mu subconsciously licked his lips and laughed with a somewhat eerie tone:

"My subordinates have prepared a sumptuous night snack for me, and I am about to enjoy it!"

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