Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 301 - 285: You Wrinkled My Clothes

Three people, one in front and two behind, looked very much like a big figure and two bodyguards following him.

At least in Dong Ping's deeply ingrained understanding, those who can stay in a VVIP ward or visit one must indeed be important people.

At least, as chief constables, when they get injured on duty, they only stay in a special care ward, not even a VIP ward.

Moreover, if nothing unexpected happens, it is very unlikely they will ever step into a VVIP passage, even though the VVIP passage is much wider than the crowded corridors outside.

But in Dong Ping's eyes, that corridor is actually very narrow, so narrow that even if they risked their lives and squeezed hard, they couldn't fit their whole face through.

Oh, but no, if Captain Feng Ju could catch the [Mask] and get promoted to director, perhaps he might have the chance to lie in there someday.

Dong Ping's gaze swept over Feng Ju's cold side face, filled with both admiration and inevitable curiosity, he couldn't help but exclaim:

"Captain Feng, I remember you always complaining to the guys that your son is a failure. You're clearly speaking nonsense with your eyes wide open. Your son is obviously already mixing with big shots."

The teammates behind stopped in unison, their gazes collectively settling on Feng Ju, the emotions in their eyes mirroring Dong Ping's.

The look seemed to say that they thought it was impressive enough for Captain Feng to gain the appreciation of a special commissioner. Unexpectedly, Captain Feng's son is also not falling behind, and has already been brought by a big shot. Could this be the proverbial "a tiger father has no dog sons"?

In addition, Captain Feng's son, who he always looked down upon, is actually doing well. Then what about the daughter he often boasts about? Her future must be brighter and even more promising?

Click, click, click, this family, father, son, and daughter, all so outstanding. Could it be they're going to leap through the dragon gate together in a collective ascension?

Dong Ping's gaze was like following a guiding light, increasingly fervently settling on Captain Feng Ju.

He also had a son and daughter, apart from being filial, they were useless, which caused him endless worry.

"A rich heritage, this is a rich heritage indeed. Captain Feng's children are so well-educated. When I get the chance, I must learn from Captain Feng."

Dong Ping thought with such envy, and the other team members may have entertained the same thoughts in their hearts.

At this moment, Feng Ju seemed to receive the collective passionate thoughts of the team members. However, his heart did not surge with any pride or joy as a successful father. Instead, he just felt an inexplicable fire rising to the top of his head.

Feng Ju took a deep breath, hesitated for a moment, and still instructed the team members behind him:

"Wait for me here, I'll be right back."

Having said that, Feng Ju took a big step and hurriedly chased after them, his boots making a heavy echo in the hallway.

The distance was closing fast, and the backs of those three people in sight gradually became clearer.

The person walking in front wore a well-tailored black suit, with a conspicuous white flower on his chest, followed closely by two others wearing crisp prison guard uniforms that outlined their upright figures.

Feng Ju's focus, however, was on Feng Mu. He almost didn't recognize that it was his son.

The change in Feng Mu was significant; not only did his cheeks gain some sharper angles, but even his walking posture and demeanor seemed transformed.

In his impression, Feng Mu walked with his shoulders hunched slightly forward, appearing somewhat self-conscious and timid, with eyes often dull and lifeless, looking like a failure, which was very infuriating.

Not like now at all...

Feng Ju was at a loss for words, momentarily unsure of how to describe this feeling. It was as if a piece of scrap iron had been reforged into steel?

Feng Ju blinked his eyes, nearly believing that Feng Mu had mechanical prosthetics implanted, otherwise he couldn't comprehend how such a drastic transformation could happen in such a short period.

Even, for a moment, Feng Ju felt as though, in this once-deemed-useless son, he saw a shadow of his proud daughter.

This feeling stirred up a complex emotion in his heart.

Then, suddenly, he felt even more irritated, with a frustration he couldn't quite understand, as if he'd rather have his son turn back into the failure he was, than see him become this renewed... "decent person".

His pace quickened involuntarily, stepping hurriedly, raising his right hand fiercely, and grabbing towards Feng Mu's shoulder with force.

As Feng Ju approached, the three people in front seemed to sense it simultaneously, their gazes converging on him.

Qian Huan instinctively took a step back, a hint of a ghostly glow flickered in Shi Wuming's pupils, and his gaze paused slightly on Feng Ju's exposed metallic fist.

Feng Mu stopped and turned, not evading but allowing the ugly mechanical arm to grip his shoulder, his gaze showing not a trace of disturbance.

With a "snap!" the collision resounded through the clothes, echoing the sound of metal and steel colliding.

Feng Ju raised his head slightly to look at his son, who had somehow grown half a head taller than him, that calm gaze made him feel remarkably unfamiliar.

Feng Mu maintained a gentle expression, showing no trace of anger from the earlier ambush.

His eyes were exceptionally calm, looking at Feng Ju no differently than he might regard the mischievous inmates in jail.

"What a coincidence, my dear father."

Feng Mu glanced over at the blood bar above Feng Ju's head — Implant Semi-Converted Body·Feng Ju [547/547], speaking in a tone that was both respectful and polite,

"Could you please remove your newly grown black hand first? You've wrinkled my clothes."

Feng Ju looked surprised, instinctively tightening his fingers, causing the shoulders of the uniform to wrinkle immediately, producing a grating screeching sound.

Feng Mu's expression remained calm, only sighing lightly, speaking gently:

"Once clothes are wrinkled, they need to be washed and ironed again, which is quite a time-consuming task.

Even though I could delegate such trivial matters to the prisoners to handle, they have more important tasks to complete. I really don't want to take up what's left of their precious little lives because of me."

As he spoke, he pinched the black metal hand, slowly moving it away from his shoulder.

Feng Ju's face changed dramatically, feeling the immense force from his fingers, it was as if an industrial clamp gripped him tightly.

He immediately increased his strength, but the hand did not budge at all, instead, the joints of the mechanical arm emitted an unsettling grinding sound.

"My dear father, when will you learn to respect and listen to your children's requests?"