Chapter 684: Chapter 623: Are Others Really That Nice?
No, it’s not just the Filial Daughter; there might also be some unknown connection to the rebellious child.
When facing the waxy old man behind him, he could still muster the desperate courage to escape; but when facing the [Mask] again, the strength that supported him seemed to be drained in an instant.
Remember when he dared to shoot at the [Mask]? Now, he can’t even lift a finger.
He clearly has a stronger mechanical arm now; clearly shouts every day about taking down the [Mask] himself; clearly has been through death and come back stronger;
Why, at this moment, is he more scared?
The stronger I become, the more cowardly I am!
Feng Ju also didn’t understand when he became so afraid of the [Mask] that it scared him to his soul.
He opened his mouth in vain, but couldn’t squeeze out even half a syllable, humbling himself like a worthless ant.
Seeing his respected father open his mouth but remain silent, Feng Mu spoke through the mask with a voice that was metallic and eerily cold:
"Who are you? Why did you stop the police car? You don’t look well; do you need help?"
Feng Ju: "...??? "
His jaw nearly dislocated, his open mouth wide enough to fit his fist.
What is happening? Is [Mask] pretending to be a constable? What kind of trick is this?
No, that’s not the point. The point is, [Mask] seems to not recognize me; he doesn’t remember me. How can he not remember me?
Ah, wait—
It’s good that he doesn’t remember me!
Despite the unresolved mysteries in his mind, Feng Ju’s survival instincts seized this moment of unexpected opportunity. He coughed violently, vomiting a pool of black blood, squeezing out a faint cry for help from his hoarse throat:
"Save—me—!!"
It wasn’t just Feng Ju who was shocked; Xiaojiu’s shock was not less than Feng Ju’s.
On that waxy, wrinkled old face, there was an expression even more intense with dread and disbelief than Feng Ju’s.
"[Mask]?!!"
Xiaojiu’s heart was also in turmoil:
"How... how did he track us here?!!"
I decided to let you go for a while, and here you are, relentless, not giving me even a moment of respite?
Killing Xiaoliuzi wasn’t enough; now you want to chase me down too. Goodness, your heart is even smaller than mine, with such a strong vengeance~
[Mask] slowly turned his head towards the hunchbacked old man, his pupils glowing with evil light, speaking righteously:
"In broad daylight, under the clear night sky, you dare commit a crime on the street. It is indeed heinous. I advise you to surrender immediately and confess your crimes."
Such textbook-like "official talk" made both Feng Ju and Xiaojiu fall into an awkward silence.
Feng Ju: "....."
That dialogue isn’t bad. What’s going on? [Mask] seems more like a real constable than I am after being one for half my life?!
Xiaojiu: "....."
Am I the heinous one? When you’re saying that, could you first put away the Destruction Pearl in your hand?
The Destruction Pearl is generally used as a last resort to perish together with the enemy, not as a standard weapon to be thrown around.
Xiaojiu watched with a pounding heart, not daring to take another step forward, even stepping half a step back into the alley out of instinct.
But his face feigned courage, squeezing out a sinister sneer from deep in his throat:
"Hehehe—, Zheng Hang, you, a criminal wanted by the Patrol Office, you’d better wake up. Do you really think you’re a constable?"
[Mask], with a strangely playful smile, spoke in a manner that was loud and clear:
"When I’m driving a police car, then I am a constable. My blue-and-white car is real, the police lights on my car are real, so I am a real constable.
If you say I’m not, that’s just adding crime upon crime."
[Mask] paused, his gaze swept coldly over the two of them, whispering:
"Who agrees and who objects?"
Feng Ju also realized at this moment; his speculation was incorrect; he misunderstood [Mask].
[Mask] wasn’t in league with the waxy old man; [Mask] hadn’t joined their ranks; he was innocent.
Feng Ju hurriedly nodded, agreeing that [Mask] was entirely correct.
He wasn’t doing this for survival; he genuinely felt that [Mask]’s words made some sense.
Xiaojiu’s face was already as black as the bottom of a pot, with a shadow over his eyes.
He could somewhat understand now, this [Mask] - Zheng Hang, definitely had something wrong in his head, probably incurably insane.
Reasoning with a madman? Forget it, that’s purely self-inflicted humiliation.
Especially when this madman is holding a weapon that can send half a street to the sky in an instant.
The hunched old man didn’t know that this was exactly the impression Feng Mu ([Mask]) intentionally wanted to leave him.
He had already calculated in his mind; since he had already killed the tall old man, there was no possibility or need to kill the hunched old man as well.
Otherwise, who would help Ma Bin deliver the gift he prepared?
The best approach was to force the hunched old man to retreat in the face of difficulties and leave him with the impression of "madness" as preparation for the future.
He now gradually realized that "madness" is a highly cost-effective persona tag which, if managed properly, could bring immeasurable benefits.
Feng Mu didn’t know that he deliberately labeled himself as "mad," which increasingly matched the reputation built by [Destiny] over the years.
The hunched old man kept quiet with a dark face, retreating in fright, feeling a bit embarrassed.
He could afford to lose face, but as a servant of the young master, he must maintain his pride.
[Mask] didn’t press him either, fiddling with the Destruction Pearl in his hand, and cast a knowing glance at Feng Ju, waving his hand understandingly.
The gesture meant, the upcoming fight is dangerous, you with your severe injuries better withdraw first.
Feng Ju: "..."
He was deeply shocked, a warm current surged up, and at this moment, the whole of his dark and cold heart was warmed by this sudden kindness.
[Mask] isn’t such a bad person after all, tears filled his eyes~
Thinking carefully, [Mask] never actually troubled me; I was always the one approaching him first, and the first time I lost an arm was also because I initiated the attack.
[Mask] can be considered as acting in self-defense... right!
Inexplicably, Feng Ju’s hatred for [Mask] diminished greatly, and along with it, so did his animosity toward his daughter.
Feng Ju took a deep breath, forcing himself to get up from the ground, and warily looked back at the sallow-faced old man.
Though the latter had a fierce look in his eyes, he hesitated to make a move.
Seeing this, he no longer hesitated, hurriedly dragging his injured body towards the alley on the opposite side, quickly swallowed by the darkness.
The hunched old man watched Feng Ju’s silhouette disappear from view, then refocused his gaze on [Mask], speaking in a sardonic tone:
"Is he your father? Are you so concerned about saving him?"
Not waiting for [Mask] to answer, he sneered again, adding:
"No, we’ve investigated your background, your father is already dead, shot by the Patrol Office because of a kidnapping case, so Zheng Hang, did you recognize another father?"
Anger is a sign of weakness.
The face beneath the mask remained calm as water, the hunched old man’s words, intended to pierce the heart, were no more than the buzzing of flies to him, unable to perturb his emotions.
Not to mention what the other said wasn’t completely slanderous, why should he be angry?
As a villain, he allowed freedom of speech, having the capacity for it.
[Mask] only elegantly pinched the Destruction Pearl in his hand, and suddenly, the surrounding noise stopped abruptly, as if Xiaojiu had been strangled.
He slowly raised his head, his deep eyes pressed like a physical weight on the hunched old man.
In his evil pupils, the black and white Hook Jade was like the alternating cycle of Yin and Yang, akin to his unpredictable thoughts, making Xiaojiu completely unable to fathom.
Xiaojiu took a deep breath, changed his tone, and patiently asked:
"You’ve saved the man, he’s far away now, surely you can tell us why you saved him, just don’t fool us with the pretense of being a constable."
[Mask] lightly tossed the Destruction Pearl, then casually caught it, making Xiaojiu silently curse him as a lunatic in his heart.
"Alright alright, you’re a madman, you’re awesome, I won’t ask anymore, okay."
The hunched old man grumbled internally, but unobtrusively retreated, deciding to steer clear of this madman for now.
Yet, he heard [Mask]’s meaningful whisper drift through the air:
"A father meeting his daughter one last time shouldn’t be hindered; the audience is waiting for a happy reunion ending, right?"
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