A few blue and white vehicles roared past, leaving a trail of exhaust on the road.
Feng Ju sat quietly in the back seat, his metallic right-hand finger joints slightly twisted, unable to grip tightly like a normal person.
"The weapon showed wear and tear before even encountering [Mask], this is infuriating."
Feng Ju was so angry his liver hurt, and he cursed his unfilial son several times in his heart.
However, at this moment, Feng Ju's thoughts were more focused on the implants the commissioner installed for him, which seemed not as advanced and powerful as advertised.
It couldn't compare to his son's, not even with skin coverage!
Of course, Feng Ju was still grateful to the commissioner, but that gratitude was being diluted, and he felt as if he had sold his life cheaply.
This feeling wasn't strong yet, but it had planted a seed in Feng Ju's heart.
Along with this seed, another seed was planted, Feng Mu's final, inexplicable words unsettled Feng Ju.
