Chapter 353: The Rebellious Son's Flash? (Asking for Monthly Tickets)

What a deafening statement.

Chen Yang stood frozen as if struck by lightning, he glared dead at Feng Mu, watching the other party clearly handcuffed yet grinning in manic laughter, baring a mouthful of neat white teeth at him, he dazedly felt that he himself was the one shackled, a chill inexplicably rising from the bottom of his heart

In the observation room next door, Dong Ping stood behind the one-way glass, his mouth gaping into an "O" shape.

As a righteous Captain, at this moment, he actually felt the "suspect" on the other side of the glass glowing all over.

Dong Ping swallowed hard with difficulty, turned his head to look at Feng Ju, gave a thumbs up, and praised sincerely:

"Feng Mu is indeed worthy of being Captain your son, this mentality this awareness, truly makes me sigh in admiration, Captain you educated him well."

Dong Ping was absolutely not being sarcastic, on the contrary, precisely because he is a Captain of the Patrol Bureau, he understands even more how dark this world is, and how comfortably the bad people living in the darkness thrive.

Therefore, wanting to be a good bad person in this world is extremely difficult.

Because, there are too many bad people and it's too competitive, to avoid being eliminated, wrist, schemes, strength, mentality — none can be missing.

Other aspects Dong Ping still finds hard to judge, but just based on that open and aboveboard, taking pride in being bad mentality behind the glass, it's already absolutely the top tier among bad people, right.

This child's future is probably limitless.

The logic Dong Ping could see through, Feng Ju naturally sees even more thoroughly.

His face cold and stern at this moment, yet his heart surged with shock:

"Is this really Feng Mu? Is this still that once obedient, accomplished-nothing waste son of mine? His body actually started flickering with a radiance I never noticed before, when did this metamorphosis quietly happen?"

Feng Ju's memory like pages flipped open, suddenly became clear:

"Oh, right, this change seems to have started from when I lost my arm, became a cripple, from when Feng Mu became disobedient and moved out, became a rebellious son."

Feng Ju's heart was an overturned seasoning jar, sour sweet bitter spicy salty all five flavors present, mixed with regret, but even more was outright anger.

"A waste son certainly makes one angry, but a rebellious son starting to shine makes this father feel double the anger and disgust, rebellious son why can't you just be sensible?"

Feng Ju's pupils flickered with a gloomy fierce light, that phone call from last night that made his mood terrible surfaced in his mind again.

At this moment, he was even willing to disregard his own future, just let the rebellious son go die.

Seeing Feng Ju not making a sound, Dong Ping carefully glanced at the Captain's terrifying gloomy fierceness, his heart chilled, instantly misunderstanding again, he hurriedly said:

"Captain Feng, you must not get too angry. It's all because yesterday when I talked with Chen Yang on the phone, I spoke too implicitly, didn't clearly point out the relationship between you and Feng Mu.

I indeed didn't expect Chen Yang would actually dare to openly fabricate evidence in front of you, frame Feng Mu. He's relying on Li Shang's backing, completely not putting us in his eyes, how dare he?"

Feng Ju still remained silent, his eyes swallowing and spitting gloomy killing intent, his cold mechanical black hand gripping tight, making creaking sounds.

Dong Ping's heart sank with a thump, he hurriedly turned and walked out:

"Captain rest assured, with us here, Chen Yang's schemes and tricks won't succeed. I'll go stop him now, and snatch back all the physical evidence he fabricated, destroy it all."

However, Feng Ju raised a hand, stopping Dong Ping's action.

His voice seeped from between his teeth, cold like ice shards: "No rush, watch a bit more!"

Dong Ping blanked slightly, looked at Feng Ju suspiciously, only to see Feng Ju's face grow even more overcast.

Feng Ju's voice became even more gloomy, bone-chillingly cold:

"Feng Mu this rebellious son thinks with me covering him he can act with impunity in the Patrol Bureau, speak wildly. Hmph, simply courting death, fine then let him taste a lesson, understand some reverence, only then will he be sensible and obedient in the future."

Dong Ping heard the determination and cold severity in Feng Ju's words, said no more, just nodded silently.

However, in Dong Ping's heart, a trace of strange doubt quietly rose.

He frowned thoughtfully, secretly speculating in his heart:

"Is it my illusion? Why do I feel the Captain's words reveal an unusual coldness, as if not treating a biological son, but treating an enemy?"

Dong Ping secretly sighed, then smiled self-mockingly:

"Perhaps, this is just me not understanding, after all, my own brat was spoiled by me into a waste, perhaps, correct education must be this strict like the Captain's for the child to more easily become useful?"

The atmosphere in the interrogation room suddenly tensed, as Feng Mu's laughter gradually ceased, Chen Yang felt the chill around him swallowed by a rage, that flame burning in his chest, making his gaze become fierce and brutal.

The corner of his mouth hooked a sinister smile, his hand quickly extended from his pocket with handcuffs, tightly fastening them onto his own fist.

He raised his fist high, viciously swinging at Feng Mu's cheek, the fist wind in the air emitting a piercing howl.

The fist wind howled but couldn't suppress Chen Yang's furious roar:

"Bad person right? Like to laugh right? Good, I'll let you laugh enough, wait till I smash all the teeth in your mouth, let's see if you can still laugh."

Feng Mu subconsciously tugged his wrist, with his current strength, toy-like handcuffs fundamentally couldn't restrain him, even if the interrogation room's handcuffs were specially reinforced.

If he wanted, he could break the handcuffs anytime.

However, Feng Mu did not choose to break free. He forcibly suppressed his body's instinctive reaction, kept his hands still, his lower body rooted like a tree sitting there steadily.

The next instant, his neck leaned forward, his forehead met the silver "iron fist" in a fierce collision.

Iron fist and forehead collided, emitting a crisp crack.

Feng Mu threw his head back, his smooth forehead split open a shocking gash, crimson blood flowing out like a stream, sliding from the corner of his eye across his nose bridge, finally wetting his lips.

"Anger is a manifestation of cowardice, why be angry, I'm a bad person isn't that what you expect, surely you don't hope I'd be a good person right?"

Feng Mu licked the blood at his lips, that long-lost bloody taste spread on his tongue tip, he hadn't tasted his own blood's flavor for a period of time.

Feng Mu grinned, revealing a row of teeth stained red by fresh blood,

"I'm a bad person, you're also a bad person, so I don't blame you for framing and slandering me, I understand, you just want an opportunity to climb up, I understand completely.

Actually what you did counts as not bad, but you look like you seem to have forgotten the simplest principle, that is....."

(End of Chapter)