Chapter 286: Rebellious son, how dare you.
"How is this possible? My hand was actually moved away by this rebellious son?!"
Ever since he was fitted with the God-armed CX-27 hunting prosthetic limb, the tables, chairs and benches in his home have been frequently damaged by him, and he even broke two iron security door handles into pieces.
Although the manual of the God Armor CX-27 Hunting Prosthesis clearly states that this prosthesis is not known for its strength, but rather focuses more on dexterity and versatility.
But in Feng Ju's shallow understanding, this comparison is relative to other types of prosthetic limbs. For ordinary people's flesh and blood bodies, the power of mechanical prosthetic limbs must be overwhelming.
Feng Ju's mind was a little confused. He had seen his son's aptitude grow up, so he knew it clearly. It was rubbish, so it was impossible for him to make rapid progress in martial arts. So, it could only be...
Feng Ju widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief, and his gaze seemed to penetrate Feng Mu's clothes to peek at the "body of steel" hidden within.
His eyes rolled around, staring at Feng Mu's five pale and powerful fingers, and he naturally came to an inference: "This rebellious son also had a mechanical prosthesis implanted, and he also carefully modified it, even the artificial skin that the special envoy failed to equip me with is fully equipped?"
The blue veins on Feng Ju's forehead bulged abruptly like winding earthworms, and there seemed to be countless tiny blood vessels beating angrily under his skin. The surging anger instantly swept through his whole body.
No, this emotion went beyond simple anger. It was mixed with a trace of jealousy that he was unwilling to admit, like a hidden poisonous snake biting his heart.
He, Feng Ju, was able to have mechanical prosthetic limbs in exchange for them after surviving several near-death experiences, becoming disabled, and ultimately selling his life to the special envoy.
However, what was the basis for this rebellious son? How could he get all this so easily? Feng Ju's heart was filled with doubts and reluctance, as if being roasted by a raging fire. If it was his proud daughter who had obtained this power, Feng Ju would only smile from ear to ear.
But the one who got something for nothing turned out to be his good-for-nothing son, whom he despised the most. Feng Ju's mentality was completely unbalanced. He did not feel the slightest joy, but was instead swallowed by an unspeakable pain.
It was as if his dignity as a father had been severely trampled and insulted by the rebellious son in front of him.
Feng Ju clenched his teeth, and every breath seemed to be suppressing the anger in his chest. He drove the mechanical prosthesis with all his strength, and the gears and micro motors hidden in his sleeves made a low and continuous humming sound.
Feng Mu felt the increasing power on the mechanical palm, his expression remained gentle, but in the depths of his pupils, two dark red lights like magatama flashed by and disappeared in an instant.
He lowered his head and stared at the unreasonable anger in Feng Ju's eyes, and said calmly:
"My dear father, it seems that you didn't even listen to what I just said to you."
Feng Mu turned his head slightly and looked towards the warden Qian Huan. A hint of apology appeared on his face and he said sincerely:
"Warden Qian, I'm very sorry that I delayed your return to prison. This is really my fault."
Qian Huan smiled slightly, and his eyes swept over Feng Ju lightly, revealing understanding and tolerance. Then he comforted Feng Mu with a pleasant face:
"It's okay. We're not in a hurry. You can take your time to deal with it. Why don't you find a place for you and your father to sit down and talk slowly. Between father and son, it's okay to talk things out if there are any conflicts."
Shi Wuming, who was standing aside, had a stern face without any expression. His pupils quietly activated the recording function, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Feng Mu also increased the strength in his hands. The strength value of 24.2 was not something that Feng Ju could shake with just a mechanical prosthesis.
It’s not that the God-armed CX-27 hunting prosthesis is not powerful, but that Feng Ju himself is not good enough. It is difficult for him to unleash the full power of this prosthesis.
This is the disadvantage of an incompletely transformed body. It is neither fish nor fowl, and is still very restricted by the shackles and influence of flesh and blood.
Feng Mu didn't even look at Feng Ju, but just expressed his gratitude to the warden for his understanding:
"No need, Warden, I'll take care of it right away."
Feng Mu pulled the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a helpless yet polite smile, just like those well-educated children who apologize and explain to others for their parents who have made mistakes.
"My dear father, he may have entered menopause early. His mood is irritable and unstable. He cannot tolerate his children having different opinions from him. But it doesn't matter. I believe he will slowly accept and correct himself."
Before he finished speaking, Feng Mu had already secretly circulated his Qi and blood. He slightly separated his five fingers, and his fingertips were as sharp as eagle claws, firmly inserted into the gap of the metal palm.
Then, he exerted force with his knuckles, and a sharp "crunching" sound echoed in the air and reached Feng Ju's ears.
He was furious, his eyes widened, and he shouted angrily:
"Rebellious son! Rebellious son! How dare you lay hands on your father?!?!"
Feng Mu was unmoved. He turned his head and looked down at Feng Ju again, and explained in a gentle voice: "Father, you always don't listen to what I say. I can't help it. Then I can only communicate with you in words you can understand. How can this be said to be my fault?"
Feng Ju's face turned pale. He continued to move his arms, curling up his five fingers and rubbing them against Feng Mu's knuckles.
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The flesh on Feng Mu's finger bones was bruised purple, and he could feel tiny cracks appearing on his bone fingers, but those metal fingers were also slightly deformed due to being squeezed.
Feng Mu grinned at Feng Ju with his full white teeth:
"My dear father, don't be blinded by anger. You don't have to worry about whether my finger is broken or not, but you have to be prepared to pay for the repair of your finger."
Feng Ju's face suddenly changed, and the strength in his clenched hands loosened a little.
Feng Mu's smile became even brighter. He patiently and calmly continued to explain the truth that Feng Ju could understand:
"My dear father, please stop here. There are so many people coming and going in the hospital. Don't make the scene too ugly. My leader will definitely understand me, but those subordinates behind you may not necessarily laugh at you."
For the first time in his life, Feng Ju was convinced by his son’s reasoning. He glared at Feng Mu fiercely, loosened his metal hand, and cursed in a low voice:
"Rebellious son, you unfilial and rebellious son, I should have ..."
Feng Mu always had a smile on his face. His well-educated demeanor formed a sharp contrast with Feng Ju's angry look. No matter if any passerby saw him, they would not think that he had done anything wrong.
Feng Mu loosened his five fingers and gently smoothed out the wrinkles on his shoulders. Of course, it was impossible to make them smooth again, and the wrinkles could not be ironed out without washing them again.
Just like a dead body, it will never come back to life unless it has a new soul.
……..(End of this chapter)
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