Chapter 476: Warm Reunion Dinner

The red light on Imouto's body grew ever brighter, reflecting the dining table as if it were immersed in a blood mist.

Yet the more dazzling this eerie red light became, the warmer the atmosphere at the dinner table grew instead.

Feng Yuhuai sipped her soup in small mouthfuls, occasionally lifting her moist eyes to answer her father's questions with a voice sweet to the point of cloying.

Even the son whose wings had hardened of late had his eyes behind the lenses restored to their former obedient and harmless look.

Feng Ju's brows gradually relaxed.

His daughter's soft voice melted in the air like honey, and his son's newly tamed posture put his heart even more at ease.

The steam rising from the dinner table blurred each other's outlines, and also diluted the unease lingering in Feng Ju's heart.

Feng Ju picked up a slice of synthetic meat with his chopsticks and placed it in his daughter's bowl, his face full of relief and pride:

"Yu Huai, your performance in this Martial Dao Tournament was quite good."

Feng Yuhuai gently chewed the meat slice in her mouth, a sweet smile blooming at the corner of her lips: "It's all because Dad taught well."

As she spoke, Feng Yuhuai swallowed the meat slice down her throat, a faint regret and sorrow appearing on her face:

"It's a pity the tournament couldn't proceed to the end."

Feng Ju sighed, his brows furrowing: "Who could have imagined a man-eating monster would burrow out of the sewer? However, your performance on the stage was seen by the Special Commissioner..."

He suddenly lowered his voice, as if announcing a major secret:

"If things go smoothly, you'll be able to go to Upper City soon."

The chopsticks in Wang Xiuli's hand went "clatter" onto the table; she hurriedly picked them up, her eyes flashing with tears interwoven with joy and reluctance.

Feng Yuhuai abruptly raised her head, her pupils dilating slightly, excitement and thrill showing on her face:

"Really? I... I can really go to Upper City?"

Feng Ju raised his pitch-black mechanical arm and gently stroked his daughter's hair, saying indisputably:

"It's as good as done; as long as we can catch 【Mask】, this matter is settled."

Feng Yuhuai's heart trembled, her face showing worry as she asked: "Would that kind of monster be too dangerous?"

Feng Mu, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke: "Yu Huai, you have to believe Father."

He raised his water glass, the eyes behind his lenses flashing with sincere light:

"Since Father says so, he must be confident. Brother, I'll congratulate you in advance here; you truly are our whole family's pride and hope."

The clear water in the cup swayed slightly, reflecting Feng Mu's face brimming with sincerity.

Feng Ju's gaze swept over Feng Mu with a hint of surprise, pondering inwardly:

"This rebellious son actually looks rather pleasing to the eye today, and his words are much more agreeable too.

Could it be that because his sister is about to go to Upper City, he has finally come to his senses and seen the gap between himself and Yu Huai?"

Then, Feng Ju slowly turned his head, meeting his daughter's eyes full of worry.

In an instant, a warm current quietly spread through the bottom of his heart.

The corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a reassuring smile, and he said softly:

"Don't worry too much; for this operation, the Special Commissioner will personally take overall command.

And the final arrest work will be handed over to more professional and powerful departments to execute. The Patrol Bureau's task is merely to track down 【Mask】's whereabouts; there won't be too much danger."

Hearing this, Feng Yuhuai's tightly knitted brows relaxed slightly, but a few traces of nervousness still lingered in her expression; she hurriedly pressed on:

"Then Father, do you have any leads on that 【Mask】?"

Feng Ju nodded lightly, his eyes narrowing slightly, revealing a composed confidence that everything was under control, and said slowly:

"Mm, the Patrol Bureau has already figured out the situation regarding 【Mask】 seven or eight parts out of ten."

As he spoke, Feng Ju's gaze swept over the faces of his filial daughter and rebellious son, asking as if casually:

"Right, when you two were at school, did you ever know a student named Zheng Hang?"

Feng Mu picked up a mouthful of food with his chopsticks, expression unchanged, not even lifting his eyelids: "Don't know him."

He chewed unhurriedly, then set down his chopsticks as if belatedly realizing something, a trace of just-right doubt flashing behind his lenses:

"This person... is he related to 【Mask】?"

Feng Yuhuai, on the other hand, slightly knitted her delicate brows, sinking into thought; a moment later, she raised her head and replied:

"Dad, I feel like I've never heard this name before. Is he a student at our school? Do you have a photo of him?"

Even though Feng Ju was the Captain of the Patrol Bureau, had seen countless people, and judged countless criminals.

But at this moment, gazing at his son's and daughter's faces, he could not capture even the slightest flaw or guilt from their expressions.

Both of their reactions were incomparably natural and real; not a trace of acting could be seen.

Feng Ju did not produce a photo, merely saying with a calm expression:

"Zheng Hang is not merely associated with 【Mask】; in fact, he is 【Mask】 himself. Moreover, he was previously a student at No. 47 Middle School."

At these words, Feng Mu abruptly raised his head, his eyes widening in horror, staring straight at Feng Ju;

Feng Yuhuai likewise gaped, her mouth forming a standard "O" shape, unable to suppress a cry of alarm.

"I went to school with that kind of monster before?"

"My brother went to school with that kind of monster before?"

Feng Mu's face darkened, Feng Yuhuai's face paled slightly; the siblings silently looked at each other.

At this moment, Wang Xiuli's chopsticks fell onto the table with a "clatter"; her heart went "thump thump thump" beating violently, as if it would burst out of her chest.

She was the one most worried at the dinner table:

"How come schools nowadays are full of nothing but monsters? Yu Huai's school is like this, Feng Mu's school is also like this; how can anyone feel at ease sending their kids to school anymore?"

Feng Yuhuai raised her hand to lightly cover her chest, forcefully suppressing her inner panic, looked at her mother, forced out a smile, and said gently:

"Mom, don't worry. I'm going to Upper City soon; the schools there definitely won't have monsters."

Feng Mu took two deep breaths, letting his emotions calm down slightly, then also looked at his mother and comforted her in a warm voice:

"Mom, you forgot, I've already graduated, I never have to go to that dangerous place called School again."

Listening to her children's reassurance, Wang Xiuli's heart settled slightly.

She frowned, her face full of worry as she looked towards her husband, and said:

"The Patrol Bureau must catch all these monsters, it's really too dangerous. How come Feng Mu and Yu Huai always keep running into these monsters, just thinking about it makes one afraid."

She muttered on and on as she tidied the bowls and chopsticks, the clatter of porcelain especially crisp in the quiet Restaurant.

Until she walked into the Kitchen carrying the dishes, those slightly disordered footsteps still carrying a trace of unease.

After the Kitchen door gently closed, Feng Ju only then slowly looked towards Feng Mu, and said meaningfully:

"Come to think of it, it's quite a coincidence, the day you dropped out, Feng Mu, should have been March 18th, right, and that day, just happened to also be the day Zheng Hang turned into a 【Mask】."

(End of Chapter)