Chapter 413

Hearing her son's voice come through the phone, the heart Wang Xiuli had lodged in her throat eased slightly.

She was so consumed by panic and worry that she failed to notice her own son's tone was far too calm and gentle, completely at odds with the chaotic crying and shouting coming from the handset.

That calm voice seemed to come from another world, forming a stark contrast with the surrounding chaos.

Wang Xiuli's voice trembled: "Xiao Mu, you... you're at No. 8 Middle School too?"

Feng Mu looked up at the drone streaking past overhead, offered no further explanation, merely gave a flat "Mm."

The hand Wang Xiuli held the phone with trembled violently, knuckles white from the force of her grip: "Your sister Yu Huai, she...?"

Feng Mu fell silent for a moment, then said quietly:

"Yu Huai is being chased by several monsters. I don't know... I'm a bit far away."

Stifled sobs came through the phone, Wang Xiuli's voice nearly breaking:

"What about your dad? Have you seen your dad?"

Feng Mu looked up toward the presidium, his gaze piercing through the chaotic crowd, landing on that familiar figure.

He told the truth:

"Dad's fine, Dad's on the presidium, looks like he's personally protecting some big shot."

Wang Xiuli snapped instantly, her voice unprecedentedly sharp and hoarse, like torn cloth, carrying a near-desperate fury:

"Protecting a big shot? Yu Huai's about to lose her life, and he's still protecting a big shot?! He, he, he...!"

Her voice choked with sobs, breath coming in gasps, as if every breath carried a blade slicing her throat raw.

After two seconds, she barely managed to part her pale lips, voice trembling so badly it was almost off-key:

"Xiao Mu, don't be afraid, you go find your dad, and then..."

Feng Mu listened with a calm expression throughout, fingers unconsciously stroking the edge of his phone.

He had assumed Wang Xiuli's next words would be "make him go save Yu Huai together with Feng Ju," and had even mentally prepared his response.

However, Wang Xiuli forcibly swallowed her sobs, tone urgent yet every word bitten out heavily, as if terrified her son might misunderstand:

"Urge your dad to go save Yu Huai! Your dad's got a mechanical arm now, he can definitely save Yu Huai! Xiao Mu you can't do it, don't follow your dad, you have to escape on your own, escape, escape far away!"

Feng Mu's lips parted slightly, his throat uncharacteristically a little dry.

A clattering sound came from the other end of the line — Wang Xiuli rising too violently, her soles stepping on the shattered shards of a broken cup on the floor.

Glass shards pierced her soles, but she seemed entirely without pain sensation, merely treading a string of fresh bloodstains across the floor.

She hurried to the gate, fumbling to change her shoes, voice carrying a near-manic urgency:

"Xiao Mu, don't be afraid, nothing will happen... we're still having the reunion dinner tonight, Mom's coming to get you right now..."

Feng Mu didn't keep listening, only replied with a single word: "Okay."

His finger lingered on the screen for an instant, then coldly pressed to end the call.

Afterward, he let out a long, turbid breath, as if trying to expel the stuffiness in his chest along with it.

A complex, obscure emotion surfaced on his face, the depths of his eyes deep and dark with a magatama faintly rotating.

"A human mixed into a table of monsters — now that truly puts the monsters in a difficult spot."

He murmured low, tone tinged with a hint of mockery, yet also like self-derision.

Feng Mu cast a cold glance toward the presidium, gaze like a blade, penetrating the chaotic crowd, stabbing straight at that face five-tenths similar to his own.

Then he withdrew his gaze, voice so low it was almost inaudible:

"So be it, can't let Mother cook a table of food for nothing... at the very least, must finish this last reunion dinner the whole family has been longing for."

Feng Mu did not follow Wang Xiuli's arrangement to go seek out Feng Ju.

Wang Xiuli really had a bit too much blind trust in her husband.

With just that mechanical arm of Feng Ju's, if he really went up against those monsters...

Whether Feng Yuhuai would die was uncertain, but Feng Ju was eighty percent likely to be torn to pieces.

Feng Mu absolutely wasn't looking down on mechanical arms — don't misunderstand, he greatly respected the power of technology, he simply purely looked down on Feng Ju.

Feng Mu looked at Gong Qi and Guan Zhong, instructing blandly:

"You two go protect Secretary Hou Wendong, he just got discharged from the hospital, can't have him dying here for no reason."

As an important figure, Hou Wendong was naturally evacuating together with the No. 8 Middle School leadership, a ring of well-trained school security clustered around them, forming a solid protective net.

Almost the entire school's security force was concentrated here to ensure their safety.

Meanwhile, Li Shang, face dark, was anxiously leading a squad of Patrol Bureau constables, rapidly closing in on Hou Wendong and the school leaders' direction.

If one overlooked from high above, the entire campus was filled with chaotic crowds; aside from a very few twos and threes watching unafraid, the "organized" crowd of No. 8 Middle School leaders evacuating was the most conspicuous.

Consequently, the gazes of several monsters were drawn over.

The monsters' brains might not retain concepts of high or low status; after all, the taste of flesh stuffed into their mouths is all the same.

But they were sensitive to lenses, feeling that "different" cluster was too scene-stealing.

In a split second came an intimate collision, gunfire erupting.

The moment Feng Mu's order landed, Guan Zhong charged toward Hou Wendong's direction against the crowd without the slightest hesitation, gun raised.

His movements were swift and decisive, not the least bit worried he might be trampled to death by monsters charging the same way.

His firing speed couldn't match Gong Qi's, but his speed in responding to orders was something Gong Qi couldn't catch up to even if he flattered him.

Gong Qi, meanwhile, paused and hesitated for an instant; from start to finish he felt staying by little Junior Brother Feng Mu's side was the most interesting.

However, when he saw Feng Mu's brook-no-refusal gaze, Gong Qi ultimately chose to obey.

Only he didn't charge over immediately, but walked at a leisurely stroll.

He was seeking a suitable opportunity, preparing to appear at the critical moment to save Secretary Hou Wendong.

How to put it, regarding sensitivity to lenses, Gong Qi was absolutely no worse than those monsters.

Only then did Feng Mu turn to Chang Erbing and say with a smile:

"Officer Chang Erbing, you don't need to follow me here; hurry and find Captain Li instead—he's desperately short of hands."

Chang Erbing's expression wavered with hesitation, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something.

He actually wanted to ask whether these monsters at present had anything to do with Feng Mu.

He admitted the question had no evidence and was too mad, but who made the person standing before him just happen to be a madman.

Feng Mu didn't know Chang Erbing held such deep prejudices against him, and he said in a deep voice:

"Or, do you plan to come with me to save my home's younger sister?"

Hearing this, Chang Erbing turned his head to look toward the large pit in the distance where the blood mist was about to dissipate, his heart couldn't help but tremble, and he immediately, without the slightest hesitation, ran away without looking back.

Seeing this, Feng Mu narrowed his eyes, stepping rapidly underfoot, seemingly slow but actually fast, nimbly weaving through the crowd.

However, he did not head straight for that heart-palpitating blood mist, but cleverly made a detour, finally rushing into the Girls' Dormitory Toilet.

The next scenes, he needed to first level up, change his gear, and then make a brilliant entrance in a brand-new posture...

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