Chapter 391: My Foolish Imoto, Are You Pleased?

Looking at those innocent and young student faces below the stage, looking at those proud and spirited young faces on stage, Feng Mu felt a sudden sense of unreality in his heart.

Not long ago, was this not the sight he had most longed for?

He did not even need to stand on stage; even just standing below it, perhaps he could wake from his dreams with a smile, but unfortunately...

However, reality ruthlessly pushed him away, and those dazzling lights had never lit up for him.

This world gave him no opportunity, and fate chose another path for him.

A path that devoured his own kind, and even devoured himself... the Blood and Iron Path!

"Life has no do-overs, fate has no 'what ifs'; even if I were given another chance, I would still..."

Feng Mu gave a self-mocking smile, drove the meaningless stray thoughts to the back of his mind, curled his lips into a deep arc, and said quietly to himself in his heart:

"I would still choose to walk into that abandoned warehouse, devour pig iron, bathe in blood, and be reborn, because light is nothing but a flower in the mirror and the moon in the water—an illusion—while darkness is the real and never-ending stage."

The next moment, perhaps it was the attraction of blood ties, Feng Mu's gaze seemed to be pulled by some power, passing through layers of crowds and landing on the girl with the high ponytail on the platform.

That was a beautiful and sweet face, her eyes proud and sharp, as scorching as light.

In an instant, the girl with the high ponytail, suspended in mid-air on the platform, seemed to sense something and lightly swept her gaze below, picking out Feng Mu from among the thousands of people with a single glance.

In the instant their gazes met in mid-air, it seemed as if all the noise of the world had stilled at that moment.

Separated by a height they could not leap across, both had their lips half-pressed and said not a word, but in the unseen, they seemed to understand each other through a tacit understanding, reading the voices hidden beneath each other's skin.

"My useless brother, how did you come here? Did you see? The position I stand under my feet is a place you cannot reach even if you crane your neck."

Feng Yuhuai looked down and overlooked; beneath her sweet face, her eyes held a kind of heart-chilling coldness, that gaze was like a scalpel, as if it wanted to peel away a person's skin, flesh, and bones, as if looking at a boneless chicken foot.

Feng Mu did not move, not even raising an eyebrow.

He stood there, silently bearing his sister's gaze, only a strange glimmer flickered faintly in his eyes, as if he were also looking at a dessert after a meal.

The corner of his mouth slowly curved into a gentle and indulgent smile, and he whispered to himself in a soft voice:

"My foolish Imoto, standing at the center of the stage, enjoying this brief and illusory glory, does it truly please you so?"

When the siblings looked at each other, neither saw Feng Ju in a corner of the playground, similarly craning his neck with a look of shared pride.

In order to participate in the glorious moment of his daughter stepping onto the center of the stage for the first time in her life, Feng Ju had not pursued advancement today, nor had he gone to capture 【Mask】.

He gave the 【Mask】s, of which less than half remained on the list, a chance to breathe for one more day; I do not know how many 【Mask】s lived one more day because of Feng Yuhuai, this is all Feng Yuhuai's merit.

Feng Ju stood at the edge of the crowd, like a forgotten bystander, yet carrying a kind of hidden pride.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps of the Upper City Base and fell down, stretching his shadow very long, like a deformed bond, connecting the stage and the area below.

Feng Ju showed the expression of a father feeling deeply comforted.

That smile carried a touch of vicissitudes, a touch of relief, and a touch of complex emotions hard to put into words.

His gaze closely followed the high-ponytail figure on stage, as if he were looking at a masterpiece woven from his lifelong pride and ambition.

Today was a great day worth celebrating for his daughter; his daughter Feng Yuhuai making it into the final circle had already surprised Feng Ju immensely, and if she could go further and take first place...

Feng Ju's lips trembled; in his mind, those fantasies surged like a tide—if Yuhuai could go further, stand at the peak of that platform, and take first place... what glory would that be?!

Thinking of this, Feng Ju's lips trembled slightly; he seemed to have already seen the scene of that sacred moment:

His daughter fought through thorns and brambles, defeated all her opponents, became the champion amidst the cheers of the entire crowd, was looked up to by countless people, and then, being filial, led him onto the stage to share the honor.

Feng Ju's face turned slightly red; his gaze moved with the girl on the platform, his eyes filled with anticipation and prayer, his gaze almost becoming substance.

He murmured in a low voice, as if speaking to himself, and also as if wanting to convey this great fatherly love to the filial daughter on stage:

"Yuhuai, the hopes of the whole family rest on you; today is your stage, go and fully display your dazzling brilliance, Dad will always be proud of you!!!"

Dong Ping stood behind Feng Ju, his gaze following Feng Ju's, both looking up at the platform above their heads.

The loyalty that had been steadily slipping away during this period suddenly stopped falling at this moment and began to rebound slightly.

"Although Captain Feng is like that toward his own son..., but Captain Feng's daughter is truly well-cultivated; there are still things about Captain Feng worth me following and learning from."

Dong Ping temporarily extinguished the thought of disloyalty and examined himself quietly in his heart.

Not far away, Li Shang, wearing a blue-and-white uniform, maintaining order on campus and checking and preventing hidden dangers, suddenly shrank his pupils.

He seemed to have spotted a new good friend.

"It's Feng Mu; how did he come here?"

Li Shang's scalp went numb subconsciously; there was no way around it, this new friend of his recently had a trail of action that truly brought a shadow of death.

Every time he passed by somewhere, a homicide case would occur there; he was practically the constitution most loved by Divine Detectives.

Although those people were all suicides or accidents, but...

Li Shang took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing all the terrifying thoughts in his heart, he warned Chang Erbing with a glance, then quickly squeezed through the crowd and moved toward Feng Mu's direction.

Chang Erbing was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look around; with just one glance, his face also changed greatly, and he hurriedly trotted to follow Li Shang.

"Captain Li, you're here too?"

As the distance closed, Feng Mu saw Li Shang, and a harmless smile appeared on his face, even carrying a touch of sincere warmth.

Li Shang looked at Feng Mu, and out of the corner of his eye glanced at Gong Qi, who had a half-smile, feeling slightly relieved in his heart; at least he did not see that burly and terrifying giant nearby.

Li Shang forced a smile on his face and said in a low voice:

"Today there are cameras everywhere here, you absolutely must not..."

Li Shang paused for a moment, as if remembering the deep friendship between the two; the advice on the tip of his tongue was swallowed back into his throat; he gritted his teeth, looked around at the dense cameras, and said fiercely:

"Like this, tell me who you want to deal with; after the school anniversary and the joint examination conclude perfectly, tell me, and I will help you solve it, guaranteeing it will be clean and efficient, seamless; is that okay?"

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