Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 369 - 353: Flash

What a thunderous speech.

Chen Yang stood there as if struck by lightning, staring intently at Feng Mu. Despite being handcuffed, Feng Mu was grinning madly, baring a row of stark white teeth at him. Chen Yang suddenly felt as though he was the one shackled, a strange chill creeping into his heart.

In the observation room next door, Dong Ping stood behind the one-way glass, his mouth forming an "O".

As a righteous Chief Constable, at that moment, he astonishingly felt that the "suspect" on the other side of the glass was glowing all over.

Dong Ping swallowed with difficulty, turned to Feng Ju, and genuinely praised with a thumbs-up:

"Feng Mu is indeed your son, Captain. This mindset, this realization is truly astonishing, Captain, you’ve taught him well."

Dong Ping was not speaking sarcastically; on the contrary, precisely because he was the Chief Constable of the Patrol Office, he understood all the more how dark the world was, and how those living in darkness thrived abundantly.

Therefore, wanting to be a successful villain in this world is extremely difficult.

Because there are so many villains and it’s so competitive that to not be eliminated, methods, scheming, strength, and mindset—none can be lacking.

In other aspects, Dong Ping might still struggle to judge, but solely considering the openness and taking pride in evilness beyond the glass, it was definitely among the top minds of villains.

This child might have limitless potential in the future.

The principle that Dong Ping could understand, Feng Ju naturally saw even more clearly.

His face was stern at the moment, but his heart was tumultuous with waves: 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"Is this really Feng Mu? Is this still my timid and incompetent waste of a son? His body is beginning to emit a light I’ve never noticed before, when did this transformation quietly happen?"

Feng Ju’s memory cleared up like pages of a book being turned:

"Ah, right, this change seems to have started when I lost my arm and became a cripple, when Feng Mu disobeyed and moved out, becoming a rebellious son."

Inside Feng Ju’s heart was a flipped spice jar, a blend of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and salty, mixed with regret, but mostly overwhelming anger.

"A waste of a son is certainly infuriating, but a rebellious son starting to shine makes me doubly furious and disgusted, rebellious child, why can’t you just understand a bit?"

A sinister light flickered in Feng Ju’s eyes, and last night’s call that put him in a bad mood surfaced in his mind once more.

At this moment, he was even willing to disregard his future, just to let the rebellious child die.

Not saying a word, Dong Ping cautiously glanced at the terrifyingly sinister look on the Captain’s face; his heart chilled, misinterpreted once more, he hurriedly said:

"Captain Feng, please don’t be too angry. It was entirely my fault yesterday when talking to Chen Yang; I was too subtle and didn’t clearly point out the relationship between you and Feng Mu.

I truly didn’t expect Chen Yang to dare to blatantly forge evidence and frame Feng Mu in front of you. He’s counting on Li Shang’s backing and completely disregarding us; how could he dare?"

Feng Ju remained silent, ominous killing intent flickering in his eyes, the cold mechanical black hand clenched tightly, making a creaking sound.

Dong Ping’s heart sank with a thud, he hurriedly turned and walked away:

"Rest assured, Captain, with us here, Chen Yang’s schemes won’t succeed. I’m going to stop him now and retrieve all the fabricated physical evidence for destruction."

However, Feng Ju raised his hand to stop Dong Ping’s actions.

His voice seeped through clenched teeth, chilling like broken ice: "No hurry, let’s watch a bit more!"

Dong Ping was slightly taken aback, suspiciously looking at Feng Ju, only to see his face growing more somber.

Feng Ju’s voice turned even more sinister, appalling indeed:

"This rebellious son Feng Mu thinks he can act recklessly and spout nonsense in the Patrol Office under my protection. Hmph, utterly reckless, fine, let him learn a lesson, understand some reverence, and then heed responsibly in the future."

Dong Ping heard the firmness and coldness in Feng Ju’s words and said no more, nodding silently.

However, in Dong Ping’s mind, a strange suspicion quietly arose.

He thoughtfully furrowed his brow, speculating inwardly:

"Is it my illusion? Why do I feel a peculiar cruelty in the Captain’s words, as if not treating a son, but an enemy?"

Dong Ping quietly sighed, then self-deprecatingly smiled:

"Perhaps, it’s simply something I don’t understand, after all, my son turned out to be a waste from my pampering, maybe the proper upbringing is just this kind of strictness like the Captain, making kids more successful?"

The atmosphere in the interrogation room suddenly became tense as Feng Mu’s laughter gradually subsided; Chen Yang felt the cold around him consumed by a fury, the flames burning within his chest, making his eyes fierce and brutal.

He curled a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth, swiftly pulling handcuffs from his pocket and clenching them tightly onto his fist.

He raised his fist high, viciously swinging it towards Feng Mu’s cheek, the punch’s whistling slicing through the air.

The whistling couldn’t suppress Chen Yang’s violent roar:

"So, a villain, huh? Like to laugh, right? Good, I’ll let you laugh plenty, once I smash all your teeth, let’s see if you can still laugh."

Feng Mu instinctively tugged his wrist; with his current Strength, toy-like handcuffs couldn’t restrain him, even if the special reinforced ones in the interrogation room.

If he wanted, he could break free any time.

However, Feng Mu did not choose to break free. He forcibly suppressed his body’s instinctive reaction, keeping his hands still, sitting as steadily as if rooted.

The next moment, he leaned his neck forward, fiercely crashing his forehead against the silver "iron fist".

The iron fist met with the forehead, releasing a crisp snapping sound.

Feng Mu leaned back, his forehead, smooth and bald, split open with a shocking gash, bright red blood flowing like a brook, past his eye corner, sliding down his nose, finally wetting his lips.

"Anger is a sign of weakness, why get angry, I’m the villain you all expect, you don’t seriously hope I’d be a good person, right?"

Feng Mu licked the blood at his lip’s edge, that long-lost taste of iron spreading across his tongue; it had been a while since he tasted his own blood.

Feng Mu grinned, revealing a row of blood-stained teeth,

"I’m a villain, and you’re a villain too, so I don’t blame you for framing me, I understand, you just want an opportunity to rise, I fully comprehend that.

In fact, what you did wasn’t too bad, except, it seems you forgot the most basic principle, which is...."