Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 302 - 286: You Actually Dare...

"How is this possible? My hand was actually pushed away by this ungrateful child?!!"

Ever since he equipped the Divine Armor CX-27 Hunter prosthetic, the tables and chairs at home had often fallen victim to his hands, and he even deformed two iron door handles.

Although the manual for the Divine Armor CX-27 Hunter prosthetic explicitly stated that this prosthetic was not renowned for strength but was more focused on dexterity and versatility.

But in Feng Ju's shallow understanding, this comparison was relative to other models of prosthetics, and for ordinary human flesh and blood, the strength of mechanical prosthetics must be overwhelming.

Feng Ju's mind was a bit muddled, he had watched his son's foundational aptitude since he was a child, and it was clear to see that it was worthless, making it impossible for him to advance rapidly in martial arts, so it could only mean…

Feng Ju widened his eyes in disbelief, his gaze seemed to penetrate through Feng Mu's clothes to glimpse the "iron body" hidden within them.

His eyes turned, staring intently at Feng Mu's pale yet strong five fingers, and naturally drew a conclusion in his heart:

"This ungrateful child has also implanted mechanical limbs, and he has modified them meticulously, even including the artificial skin that the special agent couldn't provide for me?"

Veins bulged on Feng Ju's forehead like writhing earthworms, and beneath his skin, countless tiny blood vessels seemed to pulse with rage, a surging fury swept through his body instantly.

No, this emotion surpassed mere anger, mixed with a touch of jealousy he was unwilling to admit, like a hidden snake poisoning his heart.

He, Feng Ju, managed to obtain mechanical prosthetics only after narrowly escaping death several times, becoming disabled, and ultimately selling his life to the special agent.

Yet, what right does this ungrateful child before him have? How could he acquire all this so easily?

Feng Ju was filled with doubt and dissatisfaction, as if being roasted by flames, if this power was acquired by his proud daughter, Feng Ju would only be grinning ear to ear.

But it happened to be his least favored waste of a son who got it without effort, which thoroughly destabilized Feng Ju's mindset. He felt no joy whatsoever, instead being engulfed by an indescribable pain.

It was as if the very dignity of being a father was ruthlessly trampled and insulted by the ungrateful child before him.

Feng Ju gritted his teeth, each breath seemingly suppressing the fury in his chest, he exerted full force into his mechanical limb, producing a low, persistent buzzing from gears and micro-motors hidden within his sleeve.

Feng Mu felt the increasing strength from the mechanical hand, his expression remained gentle, only in the depths of his pupils did two hook-jade-like dark red gleams flash and vanish.

He looked down at Feng Ju's irrational anger in his eyes, calmly saying:

"My dear father, it seems you didn't even listen to a word I said earlier."

Feng Mu gently turned his head, casting his gaze towards Prison Director Qian Huan. A trace of faint apology appeared on his face as he sincerely said:

"Prison Director Qian, I'm truly sorry for causing a delay in your return to the prison because of me, it's really my fault."

Qian Huan smiled slightly, his gaze lightly swept over Feng Ju, exhibiting understanding and tolerance, then kindly persuaded Feng Mu:

"It's okay, we aren't really in a hurry, you can take your time to handle it, maybe find a place to sit with your father and talk it over slowly, between father and son, right, airing misunderstandings is good."

Standing aside, Shi Wuming maintained a blank expression without any emotional fluctuations, his pupils discreetly activated a recording function, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Feng Mu increased his strength as well, a Strength Value of 24.2 was not something Feng Ju could shake with a single mechanical prosthetic.

It wasn't that the Divine Armor CX-27 Hunter prosthetic lacked power, but rather Feng Ju himself couldn't fully exert the potential of this prosthetic.

The downside of being an incomplete cyborg is the awkward limitations imposed by flesh and blood.

Feng Mu didn't even spare a glance at Feng Ju, instead he expressed gratitude for the understanding of the prison director:

"No need, Prison Director, I'll take care of it immediately."

Feng Mu slightly tugged a corner of his mouth, revealing a helpless yet polite smile, similar to cultured offspring apologizing for their erring parents to others.

"My dear father, perhaps he's entering menopause early, making him irritable and unstable, unable to tolerate differing opinions from his children. But that's okay, I believe he'll eventually accept and change."

Before finishing his sentence, Feng Mu had already silently activated his blood and qi, his five fingers slightly spread, tips as sharp as eagle claws, tightly wedging into the gaps of the metallic hand.

Then suddenly, he exerted force with his knuckles, causing a shrill screech echoing in the air, piercing into Feng Ju's ears.

He was burning with rage, eyes widened, bellowing furiously:

"Ungrateful child! Ungrateful child! You dare raise a hand against your father?!!"

Feng Mu remained unmoved, turning to regard Feng Ju overbearingly, explaining warmly:

"Father, you never listen to what I'm saying, so if necessary, I'll have to communicate using ways you can understand. How can that be my fault?"

Feng Ju's face turned ghastly pale, continuing to drive his arm as five fingers contracted forcefully against Feng Mu's joints.

Feng Mu's phalanges were bruised, yet he could feel fine cracks appearing on the bone, but those metal fingers also ended up a bit deformed by his grip.

Feng Mu bared his white teeth to Feng Ju with a grin:

"My dear father, don't let anger cloud your mind, you may not care if my fingers break, but you should prepare the money to repair yours."

Feng Ju's expression changed abruptly, the force on his previously clenched hand involuntarily slackened a bit.

Feng Mu's smile grew brighter, patiently and calmly continuing to state the logic Feng Ju could understand:

"My dear father, let's end it here, the hospital is crowded, don't make the scene too ugly, my superiors will surely understand me, but your subordinates might not be above mocking you."

For the first time in his life, Feng Ju was convinced by his son's reasoning. He cast a fierce glance at Feng Mu, releasing the metal hand, and murmured a curse:

"Ungrateful child, you disobedient child, I should have…"

Feng Mu's face maintained a smile, his mannered demeanor starkly contrasted with Feng Ju's exasperated state, leading any bystanders to see him as blameless.

Feng Mu released his fingers, gently smoothing out the creases on his shoulder, which couldn't possibly return to being smooth, as those crease marks wouldn't disappear without washing.

Just like how a dead shell won't revive without a new soul.

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