Chapter 465

Feng Ju's mechanical arm emitted a low hum, its hydraulic system running overloaded.

He grabbed a steel bar protruding from the wall, and a tooth-aching "screech" sounded as the metal fingers tightened.

With a loud shout, arm muscles and mechanical joints exerted force simultaneously, and the thumb-thick steel bar was actually forcibly bent!

"Thud!"

The first punch smashed into the concrete wall, debris scattering in all directions.

Immediately followed by a second punch, a third punch

The pitch-black metal fist, blow after blow, repeatedly hammered the same spot; fine cracks spread outward, and dull impact sounds reverberated in the sewer.

On the other side of the wall, Feng Yuhuai's head slowly lowered, strands of hair falling onto the wriggling crimson threads.

Those fine red threads pulsed like blood vessels, reconnecting her head to her body.

Suddenly, her neck twisted backward at an inhuman angle.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

Regular impact sounds traveled through the wall, and fine cement powder fell rustling from the cracks.

Feng Yuhuai tilted slightly, listening with her ear turned.

With another loud bang, the wall surface suddenly bulged, and a twisted steel bar pierced straight through, shooting through her neck from one side to the other.

The remaining momentum carried it toward... 【Mianmian】·Zheng Hang.

Zheng Hang raised his head, the corner of his mouth hooking an intriguing arc.

He lightly flicked the index finger of his right hand, and a section of bone-white finger bone suddenly popped out from the fingertip, precisely striking the flying steel bar.

Clang—

The steel bar shot back at an even faster speed, tearing through the air and embedding deep into Feng Yuhuai's full left breast.

Fresh blood instantly soaked the clothing at her chest, blooming a bewitching flower on the thin fabric.

"Mmph"

Feng Yuhuai's brows furrowed slightly, then smoothed out again.

She reached out and grasped the steel bar at her chest, the motion gentle as if plucking a gift sent by a lover, then held it tight in her palm.

Feng Yuhuai lifted her face, gazing at her boyfriend with deep affection.

Only, her uncooperative heart gave a fierce throb, and she merely felt the aura on her boyfriend growing ever more evil and terrifying.

Those already evil eyes, those two pairs of rotating crimson magatama, for some reason, were now veiled with another layer of corpse-pale whiteness.

Under the gaze of those eyes, Feng Yuhuai uncontrollably felt a wave of heart-palpitating dread, as if she stood stark naked on an autopsy table, peeled open inch by inch from skin to marrow by that line of sight.

Not a shred of a girl's reserve or secrets remained.

Just as Feng Yuhuai nearly suffocated, that dreadful gaze finally moved away.

"Hah"

She had only half-exhaled in relief when her heart clenched violently again.

Zheng Hang's voice drifted over faintly:

"It seems a single wall ultimately cannot block a father's concern for his daughter; truly moving!"

Concrete debris fell rustling, stirring tiny ripples in the standing water.

Zheng Hang suddenly chuckled lowly, his laughter holding a depth Feng Yuhuai couldn't understand:

"Such moving familial affection, Feng Yuhuai, you must know to cherish it!"

The wall's trembling grew ever more violent, the twisted steel bar's groan increasingly tooth-aching.

Feng Yuhuai could even faintly hear the hydraulic sounds of the mechanical arm behind the wall; every heavy blow seemed to strike her heart.

As if the next second, Father would burst through the wall, catching her and her boyfriend secretly trysting in the sewer?!

This thought made the blood in her whole body nearly freeze.

Zheng Hang stepped forward, instantly closing the distance between them.

His tall figure loomed over Feng Yuhuai, precisely the perfect height difference for a couple.

"Finally waited for the day to meet the parents"

He leaned down and whispered in Feng Yuhuai's ear, frosty breath brushing her trembling earlobe,

"Happy?"

The voice was so gentle Feng Yuhuai felt her heart would shatter.

"I I still"

Feng Yuhuai's voice trembled:

"Haven't had time to tell the family about us"

She didn't just hide her early romance from Father; the secrets she kept from Father could fill the entire sewer.

The chiseling sounds from the other side of the wall drew nearer, concrete chunks falling rustling.

Feng Yuhuai suddenly grabbed Zheng Hang's sleeve, speaking so fast she nearly bit her tongue:

"Let's go, I'll go with you."

Her voice carried unprecedented panic,

"My dad, he's so old-fashioned and authoritarian, he fundamentally doesn't understand young people's feelings."

The moment these words left her mouth, Feng Yuhuai herself froze.

Clearly all this time, she had been doing mental preparation—imagining how to serve up her family members one by one onto the table and share a final dinner with them.

Yet now, listening to that mad chiseling sound, a familiar yet strange fear wildly sprouted in her chest.

She couldn't tell where this trembling came from.

Is it fear of eating Father today?

Was she afraid her boyfriend would see this private meal?

Or was she afraid her father would see that she had become a monster?

This last thought made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

The red thread within her seemed to sense her extreme emotional shift, excitedly wandering beneath her skin.

Feng Yuhuai's throat went dry; she suddenly realized that compared to having dinner with her father, what she truly feared more was seeing the possible... disappointment in her father's eyes?!

Zheng Hang leaned forward slightly, his slender fingers threading through Feng Yuhuai's blood-matted hair.

His eyes narrowed into slits, and suddenly he grinned:

"Family..." He suddenly narrowed his eyes, the corners of his mouth curving into a heart-trembling arc, "... but what is the most precious treasure in the world?"

Feng Yuhuai lifted her face, Zheng Hang's gradually changing eyes reflected in her pupils—the pale magatamas, like melting ice and snow, slowly dissipated, replaced by two bottomless pools of pitch black.

Zheng Hang sighed softly:

"What a pity; it seems you are not yet prepared, but it doesn't matter. I believe that one day, you will be able to persuade your father to accept all of this."

Feng Yuhuai's lips trembled slightly, but she could not make a sound.

Zheng Hang took a snow-white handkerchief from his suit's inner pocket and carefully wiped away the clotted blood at her hair ends.

"A daughter goes to see her father."

He said meaningfully while gently wiping:

"You must present yourself in the most beautiful and clean appearance!"

Zheng Hang's gentleness moved Feng Yuhuai to tears.

When everyone eagerly hoped she could fly as high as possible, only Zheng Hang cared to wipe the blood from her hair.

He really is... I'm crying to death!

Boom—

The wall burst with spiderweb-like cracks as a pitch-black mechanical fist penetrated the concrete, hydraulic pipes emitting white smoke.

Zheng Hang stepped back, shadows coiling around his suit pant legs like living things.

Before completely disappearing, he looked at Feng Yuhuai one last time, his gaze filled with heartbreaking anticipation.

"Go, Yu Huai; your dad is calling you home for dinner~"

His voice faded along with his figure, leaving only a wisp of cold air lingering by her ear,

"Don't worry; I believe it won't be long before we can sit honestly at one table and enjoy a wonderful family dinner together!"

Chapter End