Dong Ping nodded heavily upon hearing the words. He clenched his cold, powerful fist, his arm exuding a tallic beauty under the flicker of the red and blue lights, reflecting a cold silver sheen.
He said, "That’s right, none of us are who we used to be."
Suddenly, Dong Ping seed to have thought of a possibility, hesitating as he asked:
"Captain Feng, do you think it’s possible that this list doesn’t include [Mask] at all? If so, wouldn’t all our efforts be in vain?"
Feng Ju’s pupils contracted slightly, and his expression darkened:
"Even if that’s the case, it’s not in vain. Doesn’t it prove that Li Shang used a fake list to fool the special commissioner?"
Dong Ping’s eyes lit up, and he said with sudden realization:
"Captain Feng, that’s brilliant. If the list is correct, we can catch [Mask], and the commissioner will definitely reward us; if the list is wrong, the commissioner will surely be furious and harshly punish Li Shang.
No matter what the outco, Li Shang will find it hard to compete with you for the director’s position."
Feng Ju smiled faintly, his face showing the wisdom of "everything in control."
Three minutes later, the wisdom on Feng Ju’s face was wiped clean, his "everything in control" was broken, as sothing unexpectedly bad happened to him.
Dong Ping handed over the phone, his face revealing tension, and his voice tinged with uncertainty and doubt:
"Captain Feng, the Feng Mu ntioned in the news—is that your son? It seems he’s gotten into trouble?"
Because Feng Ju rarely ntioned his son to his colleagues, except for that touching scene at the hospital days ago, where his strict upbringing and effective education were noted, his son’s situation remained largely unknown to the Patrol Office staff.
However, Dong Ping, being attentive, secretly did his howork that day, quietly researching Captain Feng’s family situation, gaining a general understanding of his wife’s character, and the current academic or work status of his son and daughter.
Feng Ju’s heart skipped a beat as he took the phone, and the keywords on the news— "Feng Mu," "Second Prison," "murder suspect," "cooperating with investigation"—flashed before his eyes.
Feng Ju’s face imdiately turned dark, though he wasn’t worried about Feng Mu. After witnessing his son’s "filial piety" in the hospital that day, Feng Ju had already considered him as good as dead.
But still, you can’t tarnish my reputation, let alone co to Patrol Office and disgrace ?!!
Feng Ju took a deep breath, and after carefully reading through the news article and understanding the basic narrative, his face turned pitch black like charcoal, his lips trembling with anger as he exclaid:
"Unfilial son, idiot! To kill soone and still be caught as a suspect, you’re indeed a useless trash!!"
Dong Ping slightly opened his mouth, initially intending to offer so comfort, but the words were swallowed back, not knowing how exactly to express comforting words.
After all, when it ca to clearing murder charges, Feng Ju, as a father, had excelled spectacularly.
Within two days, Captain Feng violently killed six [Masks], with every step ticulously clean and without flaw, whereas his son, Feng Mu, just killed one person and was already facing imprisonnt?
This, this, this...
It seems the son indeed didn’t inherit much of his father’s wisdom in this regard; a tiger father but a dog son?
Dong Ping’s mind whirled quickly before he solemnly said:
"Captain Feng, don’t be too angry. Your son is probably killing for the first ti, lacking experience, so he left evidence at the scene. You can educate him on this slowly. Our urgent task is to clear his suspicions."
Feng Ju’s teeth gnashed fiercely: "He brought it upon himself. Why should I care if he lives or dies?!"
Feng Ju felt wronged, yet he couldn’t express it to outsiders.
When Feng Mu did well and earned his wings, he was angry;
When Feng Mu got into trouble, he should have been gloating, but since it ca back to the Patrol Office, his anger only grew.
Here was Feng Ju, a patrol captain poised on the verge of becoming director, only to have it exposed at such a critical juncture that his son was a murderer?
Dammit, it’s like this unfilial son wants to use his life to sabotage his father’s career!
Feng Ju was furious beyond words:
"If I had known today such a day would co, I should have strangled this unfilial son the mont he crawled out of his mother’s womb!"
Dong Ping assud Feng Ju was rely speaking in anger and responded, sharing in his rage:
"It was Chen Yang who held the press conference, though he may not know that Feng Mu is your son, Captain Feng. Regardless, he should die for it. Who gave him the guts and authority to hold the press conference? It’s simply lawless."
Dong Ping paused before abruptly changing his expression and asking:
"Could it be that Chen Yang knows Feng Mu is your son and deliberately made this big scene on purpose? Could it be that Li Shang is behind this, with Chen Yang on Li Shang’s side, trying to use this to attack you, Captain Feng?"
A vicious glint flashed in Feng Ju’s eyes. He felt utterly stifled, wishing for Feng Mu’s death, yet the situation forced him to clean up after his son?
Feng Ju, prioritizing benefits and with a deeply calculative mind, concurred with Dong Ping’s assessnt; he didn’t believe this was a re coincidence.
Good people never speculate the worst of bad people, and bad people do it even less so because they know firsthand just how wicked one can be.
Feng Ju coldly laughed: "Call Chen Yang to find out about the case’s progress and subtly probe his intentions."
Dong Ping imdiately grabbed the phone to make the call, while Feng Ju, with caution, didn’t fail to remind:
"Be mindful during the conversation, careful about being recorded."
Without any evidence needed, in Feng Ju’s heart, Chen Yang was already an internal enemy to be guarded against and eradicated.
Leaving Dong Ping in the car to make the call, Feng Ju got out to get so fresh air, then, with a grim expression, dialed his unfilial son’s number.
The cold automated female voice responded: "Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later!"
Feng Ju felt increasingly irritable and dialed again.
This ti, the call connected, and with his anger mounting, Feng Ju harshly rebuked:
"Brat, did you just deliberately ignore my call? You insolent fool, do you truly not know life from death!"
The voice on the other end was calm, with a hint of mockery in it:
"Oh, my dear father, why would you think of calling so late at night?"
Feng Ju angrily responded: "You tell why! Your cri has reached the Patrol Office, don’t you know? You fool! Do you realize how much trouble this causes ?"
The other end, Feng Mu could vividly imagine Feng Ju’s furious face at that mont, finding it quite amusing as he replied calmly:
"I’m really sorry. I didn’t think the Patrol Office would spout nonsense and falsely accuse . But it’s okay; I’m righteous and fearless of bad people distorting the truth. But my dear father, don’t you trust your own son’s innocence?"
Feng Ju cursed venomously: "Naïve, stupid! I can’t explain this to an idiot like you. Where are you now?"
Feng Mu replied honestly, "I’m obviously in prison now."
Feng Ju pressed further, "What are you doing?"
Feng Mu looked down, opening the cremator’s hatch, his gaze deep and fixed on the pitch-black tunnel, as one [0/??] health bar after another appeared in view.
Although they were all dead, their bodies were still fresh, exuding the enticing aroma of blood.
Feng Mu instinctively licked his lips, a hint of an eerie smile in his voice as he replied:
"My subordinates have prepared a sumptuous feast for , and I’m just about to enjoy it!"
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