Chapter 354: Tiger Poison Eats Its Young? Rebellious Son Exhausts Filial Piety

"That is——"

Feng Mu's voice suddenly became as light as a wisp of smoke,

"When your feet leave the ground and climb upward."

He slowly tilted his head back, his split forehead like a pomegranate cleaved by a sharp axe, blood beads rolling down along his eyelashes, blooming into crimson flowers on his cold, cold teeth.

That face was still terrifyingly calm, as if wearing a blood-soaked mask, all emotions withdrawn, leaving only a spine-chilling... emptiness!

"Once you fall——"

The tip of his tongue caught the dripping blood beads,

"You will be smashed to pieces."

Feng Mu's words slithered like a venomous snake's tongue through the gloomy air of the Interrogation Room; his voice had barely fallen when a heart-rending scream exploded in the Interrogation Room.

Chen Yang staggered back, his right arm held horizontally across his chest trembling violently, the bulging blood vessels at his wrist wriggling like earthworms, his knuckles twisted into a bizarre angle under the squeeze of the cuff ring, his finger bones emitting a tooth-aching cracking sound.

Fresh blood seeped from the gaps of the deformed cuff ring, drawing a crimson arc under the pale incandescent lamp.

Drip.

Drip.

The sound of blood beads hitting the ground.

Chen Yang's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably, his molars grinding with a kaka sound.

His eyes were like poison-tipped arrows, wishing to nail Feng Mu dead to the Interrogation Chair, yet Feng Mu merely casually licked his blood-stained lips, revealing a spine-chilling smile:

"So, when climbing upward, you must not let go even in death, because the moment you let go——"

Chen Yang trembled as he unfastened the handcuffs; the cuff ring stuck to rotten flesh, revealing the sunken knuckles beneath. The surrounding blood-oozing skin showed a corpse-like livid purple, exceptionally horrifying under the pale light.

"Is when death approaches." Feng Mu's voice seemed to come from the depths of Hell.

Chen Yang's heartbeat skipped a beat; he stared dead at his twisted right hand, a terrifying thought detonating in his Nao Hai:

"This hand is ruined?!"

The deformed handcuffs smashed onto the ground, emitting a heart-palpitating crisp sound.

Chen Yang's reason thoroughly collapsed at this moment.

His still-intact left hand trembled as it reached toward his waist back, knuckles white from excessive force.

The holster snap let out a faint "click" sound, exceptionally clear in the dead-silent Interrogation Room.

In the Observation Room next door, Dong Ping's pupils suddenly contracted:

"Captain Feng, Chen Yang he! Gone mad!"

Feng Ju's gaze locked dead onto the area behind the one-way glass.

That rebellious son's blood-stained face was exceptionally glaring under the pale light; a trace of twisted delight actually surged uncontrollably in his heart.

However the next second, his pupils violently contracted——Chen Yang's hand had already gripped the gun handle.

His footsteps instinctively stepped forward half a step, yet he forcibly stopped himself, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes growing even deeper, like knife-carved gullies, reflecting gloomy shadows.

"If." Feng Ju's Adam's apple rolled, "If the rebellious son dies under Chen Yang's gun"

Once this thought sprouted, it grew wildly like weeds:

"Li Shang would then be unable to use this rebellious son to attack me; on the contrary, I could make a big issue of this......"

In merely a split second, countless calculations surged in Feng Ju's Nao Hai, finally converging into an ice-cold thought.

"I have raised this rebellious son for nearly twenty years, expending uncountable energy and heart-blood"

The corners of Feng Ju's eyes twitched slightly,

"Now, it should also be the time for him to show filial piety to me."

A tear bead rolled down along the deep wrinkles, refracting a moved luster under the cold white light.

That tear bead slid across Feng Ju's taut cheek, suspended at his jaw without falling, as if waiting for some destined moment.

"Don't move." Feng Ju's voice was hoarse like sandpaper rubbing, "Watch a bit more."

At this moment, Dong Ping had already rushed to the door, his right hand firmly clutching the door handle.

Hearing this, he violently turned his head, looking at Feng Ju's back in shock and horror, cold sweat sliding down his temple, spreading into a dark stain on his uniform collar.

Inside the Interrogation Room, Chen Yang's handgun had already been drawn halfway, its metal surface gleaming with a cold, sharp luster under the light.

"You're threatening me?"

Chen Yang's voice squeezed out from between his teeth,

"Have you figured out the situation or not? Since you insist on seeking death."

His left hand trembling, he raised the gun, the black hole of the muzzle pointing straight at Feng Mu's brow center. Sweat slid down his temple, shattering into even smaller water droplets on the gun body.

Feng Mu, however, still sat properly in the Interrogation Chair, the corners of his blood-stained mouth wearing a faint, barely-there smile, as if appreciating a meticulously staged drama.

Only deep in his pupils, two blood-colored magatama faintly emerged, merging into one color with his blood-stained retina, glowing with a demonic red light:

"You misunderstand, I'm not threatening you."

His gaze fell on Chen Yang's trembling muzzle, the blood-colored magatama slowly rotating:

"I'm merely stating a physical fact to you——force is mutual interaction, you used your hand to hit me, the result you already know."

Chen Yang's pupils violently contracted; he subconsciously looked at his own twisted, deformed right hand.

"Then."

Feng Mu's voice was still gentle, unhurried, as if persuading a lost friend to return to the right path:

"If you fire again, in case the bullet doesn't land on me, who do you think the bullet will land on?"

The air solidified into substance, pressing down until one couldn't breathe.

The temperature in the Interrogation Room seemed to also plummet sharply; Chen Yang's left hand trembled uncontrollably, his finger pressing the trigger several times, yet each time unable to exert the strength.

Bang——

The interrogation room's door was shoved open violently.

A figure stepped forward swiftly, cleanly and efficiently stripping the gun from Chen Yang's hand.

Chen Yang turned his head in panic, meeting the newcomer's sharp gaze — it was Chang Erbing.

His gaze shifted backward, pupils contracting sharply — Li Shang stood right at the gate, striding in slowly, his face so dark it seemed water could drip from it.

Li Shang's gaze swept through the interrogation room like a blade; upon seeing the hideous gash on Feng Mu's forehead, his expression turned even uglier.

"Chen Yang, who taught you to coerce confessions in the Patrol Bureau?"

His voice was cold as if mixed with ice shards,

"Still holding a gun, are you planning to kill someone in the Patrol Bureau?"

Li Shang's gaze fell on the extinguished monitor, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold laugh.

He delivered a backhand slap; Chen Yang was knocked sideways, his left cheek swelling rapidly.

Seeing stars, he stumbled back two steps, crashing into the interrogation table, the documents on it scattering across the floor with a clatter.

"Li, Captain Li." Chen Yang covered his face, voice trembling.

Li Shang no longer looked at him, turning and walking toward Feng Mu; his leather shoes stepped over the bloodstains on the ground, leaving a string of dark red footprints.

"Feng Mu, right? I am Li Shang."

Li Shang's voice suddenly turned gentle, as if he had become a different person:

"My apologies, there are some bold, corrupt worms in the Patrol Bureau who've gone mad trying to solve cases for merit; rest assured, I will soon investigate the truth and clear your name."

He took out a handkerchief, moving to wipe the blood from Feng Mu's forehead, but halted midair, casting a meaningful glance toward the one-way glass.

Behind the glass wall, Feng Ju's face froze in shock.

He stared with eyes wide open, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

Feng Ju's Adam's apple bobbed, yet he could not utter a sound; his fingers unconsciously dug into his palm.

The teardrop hanging at his chin finally fell, smashing onto the cold floor...

(End of Chapter)