Chapter 285 My dear father, you wrinkled my clothes
There were three people, one in front and two behind, who looked like a big shot and two bodyguards following behind him.
At least in Dong Ping's deeply rooted inherent cognition, not to mention those who can be admitted to the VVIP ward, even those who can enter and visit the VVIP ward must be important figures.
At least those captains of police who were injured in the line of duty could only stay in intensive care units, not even VIP wards.
Moreover, unless something unexpected happens, it is unlikely that they will ever be able to step into the VVIP channel in their lifetime, although the VVIP channel is many times more spacious than the crowded corridor outside.
But in Dong Ping's eyes, the corridor was very narrow, so narrow that even if they risked their lives and broke their heads, they could not get their entire faces through.
Oh, that’s not right. If Captain Feng Ju can catch [Mask], he might have a chance to lie in there for a while after being promoted to director.
Dong Ping's eyes swept across Feng Ju's cold profile, his heart filled with envy and curiosity. He couldn't help but sighed: "Captain Feng, I remember you always complained to the brothers that your kid was useless. You are just lying with your eyes open. Your kid has obviously become a big shot."
The team members behind him all stopped in unison, their eyes all turned to Feng Ju, the emotions revealed in their eyes were exactly the same as Dong Ping's.
The look seemed to be saying that Captain Feng himself was so amazing that he was appreciated by the special commissioner, but unexpectedly, Captain Feng's son seemed to be no less impressive and had been brought up by the big shot. Could this be the legendary "a good father will have a good son"? In addition, the son that Captain Feng had always looked down upon was actually doing well. What about the daughter that he always talked about as a source of pride? How bright and promising would her future be?
Tsk tsk tsk, this family, father, son, daughter, everyone is so outstanding, are they going to make a leap together and ascend to heaven together! Dong Ping's eyes fell on the captain Feng Ju more and more eagerly, as if following a beacon.
He also has a son and a daughter at home, but they are good for nothing except being filial, which makes him very worried.
"Family tradition, this is family tradition. Captain Feng has educated his children well. When I have the chance, I will definitely learn from Captain Feng."
Dong Ping was thinking this with envy in his heart, and the other team members had the same thoughts in their hearts.
At this moment, Feng Ju seemed to have received the collective and passionate voices of his teammates, but he did not feel the slightest complacency or joy as a successful father. Instead, he felt a nameless anger rising to his head.
Feng Ju took a deep breath, hesitated for a moment, and then instructed the team members behind him:
"Wait for me here. I'll be back soon."
After saying that, Feng Ju took a step and quickly chased after him, his leather boots making a heavy echo in the corridor.
The distance was rapidly closing, and the backs of the three people in the field of vision gradually became clearer.
The man walking in front was wearing a well-tailored black suit with a conspicuous white flower on his chest. The two people following closely behind him were wearing neat prison guard uniforms, the lines of the uniforms outlining their tall and straight figures.
Feng Ju's focus fell on Feng Mu. He almost didn't recognize that this was his son.
Feng Mu has changed a lot. Not only do his cheeks seem to have more angles, but his walking posture and temperament are also like a different person.
In his memory, Feng Mu's shoulders were a little tense when he walked, and he seemed a little inferior and timid. His eyes were often dull and lifeless. He looked like a waste and was very irritating.
It's not like now...
Feng Ju was at a loss for words. He didn't know how to describe this feeling for a moment. It was like a piece of scrap metal was reshaped into steel? Feng Ju blinked and almost felt that Feng Mu also had a mechanical prosthesis implanted in his body. Otherwise, he couldn't understand how a person could change so completely after just a short period of time. In fact, Feng Ju felt that he saw the shadow of his proud daughter in this son who was once regarded as a waste.
This feeling caused a complex emotion in his heart.
Then, Feng Ju suddenly felt even angrier, a kind of anger that he himself could not understand, as if he would rather his son turn back into the waste he used to be than to see him become the brand new... "human" person he is now.
His pace involuntarily quickened, he took two steps at a time, raised his right hand suddenly, and hit Feng Mu's back shoulder hard.
The moment Feng Ju approached, the three people in front sensed it at the same time and their eyes were all focused on Feng Ju.
Qian Huan took a step back reflexively. A faint light flashed in Shi Wuming's eyes, and his gaze paused for a moment on Feng Ju's exposed metal fist.
Feng Mu turned around and stood still. He did not dodge, but let the ugly mechanical arm clasp onto his shoulder, his eyes calm.
There was a "crack" sound, and the sound of metal and steel colliding was heard through the fabric of clothes.
Feng Ju raised his head slightly and looked at his son, who had grown taller than him without him noticing and was now half a head taller than him. The calm eyes made him feel extremely unfamiliar.
Feng Mu's expression remained gentle, and he did not show any anger at the sneak attack just now.
His eyes were unusually calm, and the way he looked at Feng Ju was no different from the way he looked at those naughty prisoners in prison.
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"What a coincidence, my dear father."
Feng Mu glanced at the health bar above Feng Ju's head - implanted semi-transformed body Feng Ju [547/547], his tone was very respectful and polite,
"Can you please take your newly grown black hands away first? You're wrinkling my clothes."
Feng Ju was stunned and subconsciously used force with his five fingers. The shoulders of his uniform were immediately wrinkled, making a teeth-grinding crunching sound.
Feng Mu's expression remained calm. He just sighed softly and said in a gentle tone:
“Once clothes are wrinkled, they need to be washed and ironed again, which is quite time-consuming.
Although I can leave such trivial matters to the prisoners, they also have more important tasks to complete. I really don't want to take up their remaining lives because of me. "
As Feng Mu spoke, he reached out and grasped the pitch-black metal hand, slowly moving it away from his shoulder.
Feng Ju's face changed drastically, the joints of his arms were pulled, and he felt a huge force coming from his fingers, as if he was being clamped by a pair of industrial pliers.
He immediately increased his strength, but his palm remained motionless. Instead, an unsettling friction sound came from the joints of the mechanical arm.
"My dear father, when will you learn to respect and listen to your children's requests..."
(End of this chapter)
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