The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

Three people, one in front and two behind, looked like a big shot and two bodyguards following him.

At least in Dong Ping's deep-rooted inherent knowledge, not only those who can be admitted to the VIP ward, but also those who can visit the VIP ward must be some big shots with high status.

At least these arresters, who were injured in the line of duty, only stayed in the special care ward, not even the VIP ward.

Moreover, if there is no accident, it is unlikely that they will step into the vvip passage in their lifetime, although the vvip passage is many times wider than the crowded corridor outside.

But in Dong Ping's eyes, the corridor was very narrow, so narrow that even if they tried their best to squeeze their heads, they still couldn't fit their whole faces in.

Oh, that's not right. If Team Feng Ju Feng can catch [Masked], he might have a chance to lie down there after he is 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 sigh:

"Captain Feng, I remember that you always complained to your brothers that your boy was ineffective. You are telling lies with your eyes wide open. Your boy has obviously become involved with the big shots."

The team members behind him stopped in unison, and their eyes all turned to Feng Ju. The emotions in their eyes were exactly the same as Dong Ping's.

The look in his eyes seemed to say that Captain Feng was just so great that he was appreciated by the special commissioner. Unexpectedly, Captain Feng’s son seemed to be no less generous and was taken by a big shot. Could this be the legendary “Tiger Father”? "No dogs"?

In addition, the son whom Captain Feng has always looked down on is actually doing well, so what about the bright and promising future of his daughter, whom he always talks about as a proud man?

Tsk, tsk, tsk, this family, father, son, daughter, everyone is so outstanding, maybe they want to leap over the dragon gate together, and collectively soar!

Dong Ping's eyes were like following a bright light, falling more and more eagerly on captain Feng Ju.

He also has a son and a daughter at home, who are nothing but filial, but they make him miserable.

"The origin of family education, this is the origin of family education. Captain Feng has taught a pair of children well. When I have the opportunity, I will learn from Captain Feng."

Dong Ping was thinking with envy in his heart, and the other team members also had the same thoughts.

At this moment, Feng Ju seemed to have received the collective passionate voice of the team members, but his heart did not feel the slightest complacency and joy of being a successful father. Instead, he only felt an unknown fire in his heart rising to the top of his head. Channel.

Feng Ju took a deep breath, hesitated for a moment, and then ordered the team members behind him:

"You guys wait for me here, I'll be right back."

After saying that, Feng Ju took a step forward and caught up quickly, his leather boots making a heavy echo on the corridor.

The distance was quickly closing, and the backs of the three people in the field of vision gradually became clearer.

The person walking at the front was wearing a well-tailored black suit with a conspicuous white flower on his chest. The two people following him were wearing straight prison guard uniforms, and the lines of the uniforms outlined their tall and straight postures. .

The focus of Feng Ju's eyes fell on Feng Mu. He almost didn't recognize it was his son.

Feng Mu had changed a lot. Not only did his cheeks seem to have more edges, but his walking posture and temperament seemed to be a different person.

In his impression, Feng Mu's shoulders were a little tight when he walked, and he looked a little inferior and timid. His eyes were often dull and lifeless. He looked like a waste, which was very irritating.

Not like now...

Feng Ju was at a loss for words and didn't know how to describe this feeling for a while. It was like a piece of scrap iron being reshaped into steel?

Feng Ju blinked and almost felt that Feng Mu had a mechanical prosthesis implanted in his body. Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to understand how a person could undergo such a transformation after not seeing him for a short period of time.

Feng Ju even felt for a moment that he saw the shadow of his proud daughter in this son who was once regarded as a waste.

This feeling caused a surge of complicated emotions in his heart.

Then, Feng Ju suddenly felt even more angry. It was a kind of anger that he couldn't understand. It was as if he would rather his son returned to the trash he used to be than see him become the brand new person he is now..." Human model."

His pace involuntarily quickened, taking three steps and two steps at a time. He suddenly raised his right hand and slammed Feng Mu's back shoulder hard.

The moment Feng Ju approached, the three people in front felt it at the same time, and their eyes focused on Feng Ju.

Qian Huan took a step back reflexively, and a faint light flashed in Shi Wuming's eyes. 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 allowed the ugly mechanical arm to be clasped on his shoulders without any wavering in his eyes.

"Pop!" There was a sound, and the sound of metal and steel collided through the clothes and fabrics.

Feng Ju raised his head slightly and looked at his son, who had suddenly increased in height and was half a head taller than himself. The unrivaled look in his eyes made him feel strange.

Feng Mu's face 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 the naughty prisoners in prison.

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"What a coincidence, my dear father."

Feng Mu glanced at the blood bar on Feng Ju's head - implanted half-transformed body Feng Ju [547/547], his tone was very respectful and polite,

"Can you take your newly grown black hand away first? You wrinkled my clothes."

Feng Ju was stunned, and his five fingers subconsciously used force, and the shoulder of the uniform was immediately wrinkled, making a teeth-grinding crunching sound.

Feng Mu's face remained calm, just sighed softly, and said in a gentle tone:

"Once the clothes are wrinkled, they need to be washed and ironed again, which is a very time-consuming thing.

Although I can leave such trivial matters to the prisoners, the prisoners also have more important tasks to complete. I really don't want to occupy their already limited life because of me."

As Feng Mu spoke, he stretched out his hand to pinch the black metal palm and moved it away from his shoulder little by little.

Feng Ju's face changed drastically. The joints of his arms were pulled, and he felt the huge force coming from his fingers, as if he was clamped by an industrial iron clamp.

He immediately increased his strength, but his palm remained motionless. Instead, the joints of the mechanical arm made an unsettling friction sound.

"My dear father, when will you learn to respect and listen to your children's requests..."