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

Chapter 286: Treason, how dare you.

"How is this possible? My hand was actually moved away by this traitor?!"

Since he was equipped with the God's Armed CX-27 hunting prosthesis, the tables, chairs and benches at home have been repeatedly attacked, and the iron security door handle was even deformed by his pinching.

Although the instructions for the God's Arms CX-27 Predator Prosthetic Leg clearly state that this prosthetic leg is not known for its strength, but rather focuses on dexterity and versatility.

But in Feng Ju's humble understanding, this comparison is compared to other types of prosthetics. For the flesh and blood of ordinary people, the power of mechanical prostheses must be overwhelming.

Feng Ju's mind is a little confused. He has seen his son's basic aptitude since he was a child, and naturally knows it clearly. It is rubbish, so it is impossible to make rapid progress in martial arts, so it can only be...

Feng Ju's eyes widened with disbelief on his face. His eyes seemed to penetrate Feng Mu's clothes to spy on the "steel body" hidden in the clothes.

He rolled his eyes and stared at Feng Mu's pale and powerful five fingers, and he naturally came to an inference:

"This traitor actually has mechanical prostheses implanted, and he also modified them carefully, even the artificial skin that the special commissioner failed to equip me with?"

On Feng Ju's forehead, veins suddenly bulged out like winding earthworms, and there seemed to be countless small blood vessels beating angrily under his skin. The raging anger swept through his body in an instant.

No, this emotion has gone beyond simple anger, and is also mixed with a trace of jealousy that he doesn't want to admit, biting his heart like a secret poisonous snake.

He, Feng Ju, was able to possess mechanical prostheses only after he narrowly escaped death several times, became crippled, and finally sold his life to the special commissioner.

However, why is this traitor in front of him? How could he get all this so easily?

Feng Ju's heart was full of doubts and unwillingness, as if he was being roasted by fire. If it was his proud daughter who gained this power, Feng Ju would just laugh from ear to ear.

But what happened was that the one who got something for nothing turned out to be his most despised good-for-nothing son. Feng Ju's mentality was completely unbalanced. He did not feel any joy, but was swallowed up by an unspeakable pain.

It was as if the dignity of a father had been severely trampled and insulted by the rebellious son in front of him.

Feng Ju gritted his teeth, and every breath he took seemed to suppress the anger in his chest. He used all his strength to activate the mechanical prosthesis, and the gears and micro motors hidden in the sleeves made a low and continuous buzzing sound.

Feng Mu felt the increasing power on the mechanical palm, his face remained gentle, only in the depths of his eyes, two dark red glimmers like magatama passed by, fleeting.

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 told you."

Feng Mu turned his head slightly and turned his eyes to the warden Qian Huan. A faint apology appeared on his face and he said in a sincere tone:

"Warden Qian, I'm very sorry. It was my fault that you delayed your return to prison."

Qian Huan smiled slightly, and glanced at Feng Ju lightly, showing understanding and tolerance, and then he comforted Feng Mu in a friendly manner:

"It's okay. We're not in a hurry. You can handle it slowly. Why don't you find a place where you and your father can sit down and chat slowly. If there are any conflicts between father and son, just let them go."

Shi Wuming stood aside with a flat face and no expression. His pupils quietly activated the video recording function. No one knew what he was thinking.

Feng Mu also increased his strength in his hands. The strength value of 24.2 was not something Feng Ju could shake with just a mechanical prosthesis.

It's not that the God's Armed CX-27 hunting prosthetic arm is ineffective, but that Feng Ju himself is not good enough, and it is difficult for him to exert the full power of this prosthetic arm.

This is the drawback of incomplete modified bodies. They are neither fish nor fowl, and are still very limited by the shackles and influence of flesh and blood.

Feng Mu didn't even look at Feng Ju, but expressed his gratitude to the warden for his understanding:

"No need, Warden, I'll take care of it right away."

Feng Mu twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a helpless but polite smile, just like those well-educated children who apologize to others for their parents who made mistakes.

"My dear father, he may have entered menopause early. He is irritable and unstable and cannot tolerate his children's different opinions. But it doesn't matter. I believe he will slowly accept and correct it."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Mu was already secretly circulating his energy and blood. His five fingers were slightly separated, and his fingertips were as sharp as eagle claws, tightly jamming into the gaps in the metal palm.

Then, he exerted force on his knuckles, and a harsh "crunching" sound echoed in the air and reached Feng Ju's ears.

He was furious, his eyes widened, and he shouted angrily:

"Treason! Treason! How dare you attack your father?!?!"

Feng Mu was unmoved, turned his head and looked down at Feng Ju again, and explained in a gentle voice:

"Father, you always can't listen to what I say. There is no way, so I can only communicate with you in words you can understand. How can you say this is my fault?"

Feng Ju's face was livid. He continued to move his arms, and his five fingers were contracting and curling up hard, rubbing against Feng Mu's knuckles.

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Feng Mu's finger bones were bruised and purple, and he could feel tiny cracks on his bones, but the metal fingers were also a little deformed.

Feng Mu grinned at Feng Ju with a mouthful of white teeth:

"My dear father, don't be blinded by anger. You don't have to care whether my fingers are broken or not, but you have to be prepared to pay for your fingers."

Feng Ju's face suddenly changed, and the strength in his tightly clenched hands loosened a little.

Feng Mu's smile became even brighter. He continued to tell Feng Ju the truth patiently and calmly:

"My dear father, let's stop here. There are 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 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 palm, and cursed in a low voice:

"Rebellious son, you unfilial rebellious son, I should have..."

Feng Mu always had a smile on his face. His well-educated posture formed a sharp contrast with Feng Ju's angry appearance. No matter who saw him, no one would think he was wrong.

Feng Mu loosened his five fingers and gently smoothed the wrinkles on his shoulders. Of course, it was impossible to make them smooth again. The wrinkles could not be ironed out without washing them again.

Just like a dead body, it will not come back to life without a new soul.

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