Looking back, Hou Wendong could only be thankful that the mistake at that ti did not lead to disaster.
Oh, the destiny in the dark, in the end, turned a blind eye and secretly showed him rcy once.
An unprecedented sense of guilt surged in Hou Wendong’s heart. It had been many years since he last felt such a pointless emotion.
Hou Wendong took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled. His voice was full of sincerity and honesty, giving a sense of having found his original intention and wanting to return to being a good person. He said:
"Ma Bin, you don’t need to apologize. I should be the one thanking you. You saved my life, and no amount of words can express that. So, from now on, don’t call Secretary Hou. I should be older than you, so just call Brother Hou."
There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone. Then Ma Bin’s voice ca through the receiver, with a hint of awkwardness and panic:
"Hou, Secretary Hou, I’m used to calling you like this. It’s not that I don’t appreciate your kind intention, Secretary Hou. I understand your kindness, it’s just that... I really have a hard ti changing my way of addressing you."
Hou Wendong imagined Ma Bin’s face turning red and stamring on the other end of the phone. Instead of being annoyed, it made him feel even more cheerful.
He laughed heartily, his voice becoming more exuberant:
"Do as you please. It doesn’t matter how you call . The key is that from now on, you are my real brother, Ma Bin. If you’re free now, co over. I have sothing very important to discuss with you in detail."
"Okay, Secretary Hou, I’ll be right over."
The voice on the phone sounded slightly excited; however, the expression on the other end was actually different.
Ma Bin hung up the phone with a cold face, gently pushed the gold-rimd glasses on his nose with his index finger, and a subtle, unreadable smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
Beside him, Ma Wei stood with his eyes observing his nose, his nose observing his heart, keeping his head down, not saying a word, and expressionless, secretly criticizing in his heart:
"This Secretary Hou truly has guts, daring to expect Brother Bin to call him brother. Tsk tsk, doesn’t he know that the last person Brother Bin called brother is already long gone with grass growing over their grave?"
In Ma Wei’s mind, only that [Mask] boss is worthy of truly being respected as "Big Brother" by the sinister and deceitful Bin in front of him.
No one else could even touch a bit of glory.
Ma Wei mused to himself: "Forget it, when one day Hou is recruited into the peripheral organization of [Destiny], I’ll show so rcy and teach him a good lesson about life."
A strong premonition welled up in Ma Wei’s heart; he sensed that the day when Hou would be inexorably pulled into this rogue sche wasn’t far off. Only, he didn’t know if the role Hou would play would be the sa script he had when he joined.
Ma Wei sincerely hoped... it would be the sa!
So people have been drenched in the rain and thus wish to offer an umbrella to others;
There are also those who, having been drenched, will tear others’ umbrellas apart;
Even more, there are those who have suffered from the rain but want to pick up a squirt gun to soak others from head to toe.
Unfortunately, Ma Wei does not belong to the first type; but fortunately, he does not belong to the second or third types either.
He belongs to... the type that takes a high-pressure water cannon to soak others... well, soak them twice!
As for which types Bin and [Mask] belong to, well, it can only be said that they are terrains that Ma Wei currently cannot hope to reach.
The lift door slowly descended and opened gradually.
Feng Ju strode out with firm steps, shining boots clacking crisply on the floor with each "thump," "thump," "thump."
His tallic right arm swung inside the sleeve, causing a "hiss" of air through the fabric, drawing startled and apprehensive glances from patients and doctors in the hospital corridor, but all they could see was the black tal fist protruding from his sleeve.
Behind the black fist was a silver fist moving in the sa rhythm, precisely mirroring the black one, casting silver shadows through the air.
Since Feng Ju successfully accepted the transformation and implanted high-performance prosthetics, another batch of Chief Constables also completed similar surgeries.
Only, unlike Feng Ju’s black hand, their prosthetics were a cheaper model with a silver-painted surface.
Today, Feng Ju ca to the hospital to welco them as they were discharged.
They were Chief Constables admitted to the sa hospital as him, all hurt by the savage hands of [Mask], suffering various physical defects; if not missing an arm, then having a leg severed, dood to a lifeti of being crippled.
But now, they all stood up again, restored to completeness, and augnted with unimaginable strength before.
This was the greatness of technology and the benevolence of the special envoy. However, tracing back to the deeper reasons, their transformation and evolution to this day were truly thanks to the gift of [Mask].
So, they discarded their hospital gowns, donned their Patrol Office uniforms once again, lined up in two columns, closely following behind Feng Ju, they were ready to leave the hospital under Captain Feng Ju to seek [Mask] and express this gratitude.
Yes, after Li Shang was promoted to captain, Feng Ju quickly received a promotion, leaping up to captain as well.
The two captains ranked the sa, with no distinction in rank, only differing in their backers.
The recomnder behind Li Shang was Du Ziteng, but that person had already died; the recomnder behind Feng Ju was the special envoy, still alive and well.
Because of this, there’s been a subtle shift in the Patrol Office’s interior dynamics these days. Although the number of Chief Constables gathered around Feng Ju is fewer, roughly only half of Li Shang’s, Feng Ju’s prestige over the past two days has subtly overshadowed Li Shang.
Dong Ping felt the imnse power transmitted via his chanical prosthetic, his steps unconsciously quickening, following closely behind Feng Ju, mumbling softly:
"Captain Feng, that guy Li Shang really stepped in luck. The Secretary Du who promoted and appreciated him just died, yet he managed to save Secretary Hou and managed to latch onto an even thicker thigh, really is... "
Feng Ju remained expressionless, casting a sidelong glance at the team mber, responding lightly:
"We don’t need to worry about these things. We just need to rember that the special envoy has reborn us, and we only need to do well the tasks entrusted to us by the special envoy, that’s enough."
Dong Ping nodded, grinning as he said:
"I understand this principle. I’m just worried that Li Shang may block your way up to being the director one day, Captain Feng."
Upon hearing this, Feng Ju had a thick shadow flit across his eyes, and with a cold snort, he said:
"As long as we can catch [Mask], no one can hinder our path to advancent. So you, stop thinking about these irrelevant things all day long. Rember, Li Shang is not favored by the special envoy precisely because he thinks too much."
Seeing Feng Ju’s expression turn cold, Dong Ping awkwardly smiled and didn’t continue the topic:
"Captain Feng, you indeed have a crystal-clear vision. The special envoy is the real sturdy thigh. As long as we can successfully capture [Mask], your promotion, Captain Feng, will be within reach... eh, Captain Feng, is that person ahead your little guy?"
Dong Ping’s words paused slightly, with a trace of uncertainty in his tone, lifting the silver finger to point toward the direction of the VVIP special passage.
Feng Ju’s eyebrows raised slightly, following Dong Ping’s finger, and sure enough, he saw three figures erging one by one from the wide VVIP corridor.
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