Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 630 She called me Father?!
Do you believe in light?
Feng Ju was met with two deafening explosions, one after the other.

When the first explosion came, he was still holding the gold in his mouth, his dazed brain thinking it was an earthquake, and the whole villa was shaking.

Then a second loud bang followed, and the crashing sound of the chandelier shattering completely woke him up.

Then, the sound of footsteps "thump thump thump thump" came from the stairs!

"???"

Feng Ju was so frightened he almost lost his soul, and his skull nearly cracked open.

An utterly terrifying chill shot from his rump to his spine, causing him to shudder violently and lean back sharply, but the movement was too sudden.

"Crack-"

The front tooth slammed into the gold hole, which had been corroded and softened but whose edges remained hard, making a crisp sound.

One of his front teeth became severely loose, while the other broke off right at the root.

Bloodstained broken teeth, mixed with saliva, fell from his numb lips, passing right through the eroded hole and landing on the parchment scroll inside.

"hiss--!"

Feng Ju gasped for breath. His lips, which had been moved away, quickly regained sensation and then swelled up at an alarming rate. The two lips were red, shiny, and swollen, looking like two cheap sausages hanging on his face.

Coupled with his oily face and sloping front teeth, his reflection on the gold counter had an indescribable comical quality.

But Feng Ju didn't care about any of that. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the wet hole.

Suddenly, he stretched out his hands and forcefully shoved his two index fingers into the hole.

The corroded hole was the perfect size, just big enough for two fingers to be roughly inserted.

The image is slightly anthropomorphic—like a chrysanthemum being inserted upside down by a two-finger punch.

The next second, Feng Ju suddenly exerted force with two fingers.

The mechanical finger, operating at full power, relentlessly drilled inwards, while the other fleshy finger flexibly bent, groping along the inner wall to find a suitable point of leverage.

With both fingers exerting force simultaneously, the combined power of muscles and machinery is twisted into a single rope, acting on the golden chrysanthemum... no, the golden hole.

Snap! creak—!
With a grating sound, the hole grew larger and larger until it finally split completely in two, each part crashing to the ground with a thud.

A roll of parchment, about the thickness of a small intestine, slid out with a sound.

A maniacal joy flashed in Feng Ju's eyes.

Become!

He succeeded in the end!

He immediately bent down and reached for the parchment. As soon as he touched it, he felt a sense of connection, like flesh and blood, and an indescribable feeling of intimacy emanated from the parchment.

The feeling was mysterious and profound. Although it was an inanimate object, it gave him the feeling that the parchment scroll had a blood bond with him that transcended time and space.

Damn it... we're destined to be together!
Just as Feng Ju grasped the parchment scroll, his heart pounding with excitement.

"Bang——!!!"

The heavy solid wood door was kicked open, and Zuo Bai burst in like a cannonball.

Despite the blood still seeping from his groin and the several silver needles stuck in his back, the electronic eyes still gleamed coldly.

His gaze swept across the messy study like a radar, instantly locking onto the figure inside—a strangely shaped man with swollen red lips, gaping teeth, clutching a parchment scroll tightly in his hand, and a face full of ecstasy.

Zuo Bai couldn't accurately summarize the physical characteristics of the man in front of him for a moment.

Old Huang was called Old Huang because of his sallow complexion.

Then this one in front of us should be called...
Zuo Bai didn't recognize Feng Ju and was still thinking about how to give him a suitable name.

Feng Ju recognized Zuo Bai at a glance. He opened his mouth, and his front teeth let out an even louder hissing sound.

Zuo Bai didn't give Feng Ju a chance to speak at all, because Feng Yuhuai's footsteps were rapidly approaching from behind.

A burst of blue light flashed in his electronic eyes, and he suddenly pushed off the ground and sprinted forward, covering several meters and circling behind Feng Ju.

The hand, covered in spiderweb-like cracks, gripped Feng Ju's throat like an iron clamp.

Feng Ju stood frozen in place, not daring to move. He recognized Zuo Bai as the monster scientist from the sewers.

Given his current low health, he was well aware that he couldn't last a single round against Zuo Bai.

The best course of action is to surrender and wait for divine intervention to protect you once more.

"again!"

"Please protect me one last time!"

"I've survived countless brushes with death to finally obtain the parchment scroll. I can't die here, can I? Please, protect me one last time!!!"

Feng Ju prayed frantically in his heart, with unprecedented devotion.

"Don't come any closer! If he takes another step, I'll snap his neck!"

Zuo Bai grabbed Feng Ju by the throat, using him as a shield in front of him, and threatened him sharply towards the door.

The ease with which the people inside were subdued only filled Zuo Bai with disappointment.

This person is weak in combat and cannot become the second "Old Huang". At best, he can only be used as a hostage.

Zuo Bai slowly withdrew his five fingers, and Feng Ju's breathing stopped abruptly, his eyeballs bulging out horribly.

He cooperated perfectly by squeezing out intermittent moans from his throat:
"Help—help—me—!!"

A chilling, synthesized sound echoed from the hallway outside, sending a bone-chilling cold through the room.

"Heh heh, threatening the Night's Watch with hostages? Are you kidding me?"

The laughter still echoed down the corridor when a dark figure darted in like a ghost, its footsteps abruptly turning at the doorway, a chilling wind whipping up as its black robe billowed.

Beneath the black mask, eerie crimson pupils radiated a predatory hunger, yet every word uttered resonated with the rhythm of justice:
"The Night's Watch never yields to evil!"

As the last syllable still vibrated in the air, the black robe suddenly bloomed like a demonic flower, its layers bursting open in fury!
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!!!"

Tens of thousands of silver needles shot out from under the black robe.

This time, the silver needles were no longer confined to her fingers, but burst forth from her entire body, like a humanoid hedgehog suddenly exploding.

Because she was in the villa and didn't have to worry about being spied on by her companions outside, Feng Yuhuai was finally able to completely let go of herself.

She stood still, her robes fluttering without wind, countless silver needles trailing scarlet streaks, like an inverted waterfall of blood cascading down.

In the blink of an eye, it will engulf everyone and everything in the room in crimson.

"I'm going to die! I'm really going to die this time!"

"Could it be that without the protection of some unseen force, all my delusions have been shattered, and I am destined to die here?"

Feng Ju was so frightened that his heart stopped, and an overwhelming chill enveloped him.

Feng Ju was extremely desperate and unwilling. He had already obtained the parchment scroll.

Zuo Bai reacted perfectly the instant Feng Yuhuai "sprayed." Without hesitation, he released Feng Ju's throat, his heels springing up like springs, and then kicked Feng Ju's back with both feet, sending him flying like a sandbag towards the blood net on the other side.

At the same time, his back arched into a taut arc, and using the reaction force of the stomp, he shot out like a silver-scaled fish breaking through the waves, flying towards the tempered glass floor-to-ceiling window behind him.

The thigh forcefully ripped the broken egg, causing a streak of blood to spurt out in the air. The scene looked a bit like someone wetting their pants, which was rather uncivilized and unbecoming of a scientist.

"Boom!"

The tempered glass shattered like paper under his full force of impact, and Zuo Bai's figure, enveloped in a rain of glittering glass, tumbled from the second floor onto the lawn.

The instant he touched the ground, he used a tactical roll to dissipate the impact.

Otherwise, a broken egg is really unbearable, it hurts so much!
As soon as he regained his footing, Zuo Bai suddenly turned his head and stared intently at the jagged glass gap, preparing to launch an attack.

A full 1.3 seconds passed, but the figure in the black robe didn't appear, not even a needle was drawn!
Why did Feng Yuhuai stop the pursuit?

Were they held up by the hostages? Surely they couldn't actually be going to rescue the hostages!
Or perhaps, I've stumbled upon another "Old Huang" by accident?
Even with Zuo Bai's top-notch scientific mind, he couldn't possibly imagine what was happening inside the window at this moment.

Feng Ju lost his balance after being kicked and staggered forward uncontrollably.

The overwhelming needles and threads left his mind blank, and he had no idea how to avoid them.

He flailing his arms in vain, like a drowning man trying to grab onto a piece of driftwood that doesn't even exist.

His pupils contracted to their limit, shrinking to the size of needles, as if he could already see the scene of his death, with his whole body pierced by needles and threads.

Driven by the instinct to survive, Feng Ju raised his trembling arms to shield his face, even though he knew it was just self-deception.

His eyeballs bulged as if about to burst, and blood vessels twisted into a hideous spiderweb on the pale whites of his eyes.

The aura of death was like a blade scraping across my cheek, and the eerie crimson reflection of the silver needle tip, so close at hand, was clearly visible.

However, the excruciating pain of being pierced by thousands of needles that I had expected did not come.

Just as those hundreds of deadly silver needles were about to pierce his body—

"Om-!"

The air suddenly trembled eerily, as if an unseen giant hand had pressed the pause button on the world.

The cascading silver of death, the wildly swirling crimson threads, suddenly... just a centimeter from his skin...

It's frozen!
Thousands of silver needles hovered in mid-air, their tips trembling slightly, refracting a dizzying cold light.

The red thread, like frozen blood-red spider silk, was eerily solidified in front of Feng Ju's nose, forming an extremely eerie three-dimensional picture.

All the silver needles were suspended in mid-air, their tips gleaming with a scarlet light, frozen in place against the laws of gravity, like a sudden, frozen rain of metal.

The overturned and twisted red threads wrapped around him like living things.

Fine lines of blood seeped into every inch of his body, some winding close to his temples, others coiling around his neck...enveloping him completely.

The entire blood-soaked web exuded a sweet, rusty smell, trembling slightly with Feng Ju's dying breaths.

The red lines were sometimes taut and sometimes slack, as if a feline was enjoying the prey's last struggle, ready to tear him to pieces at any moment.

But seeing this scene, Feng Ju could only naturally have one thought:
"I'm not dead?!"

"Has the divine grace protected me once again?!"

Although he had not yet completely escaped death, although the red line of death still clung to his throat, and although he might be minced into a pulp in the next second.

But deep within Feng Ju's soul, a certain absurd conviction was growing wildly.

Seventy percent, eighty percent, ninety percent... no, absolutely one hundred percent!
He fucking survived again!

Feng Ju's lips twitched uncontrollably, forming a twisted and eerie smile.

If it weren't for the inappropriate occasion and his inability to move freely, he would have loved to prostrate himself on the spot and kowtow to the greatness of the unseen forces.

Unfortunately, the greatness of the universe did not respond to his sincere gratitude.

His response was...

"Dear Father, your blood has a strange smell, hehe~"

A sinister synthesized voice emanated from beneath the black mask.

The unfamiliar voice, yet with a hint of familiarity, sent chills down Feng Ju's spine.

"Wait, wait, what did he/she call me again?"

Feng Ju stiffly raised his chin and looked towards the door in disbelief.

The figure shrouded in black robes was tilting its head, gazing at him with a docile posture that he remembered very well.

At this moment, Feng Ju was struck dumb, and his brain, which had been shut down, seemed to restart from the terror of life and death, and his thoughts began to turn slowly like rusty gears.

It's spinning very slowly, but at least it's spinning again.

Feng Ju slowly raised his chin, stiffly turned his eyes, and looked again at the dense, crisscrossing red threads in front of him.

The same red line, which just seemed terrifying, now, upon closer inspection, exudes a sense of familiarity beyond its horror.
How could it not be friendly?
His first death was accompanied by these red threads.

It's not that Feng Ju was slow to react; after all, his first death was too quick and peaceful, and he was facing away from the entanglement of the red thread, so it wasn't very clear, creating an indescribable hazy beauty.

But this time is different.

Thousands upon thousands of red lines surged forth from the front, overwhelming and brutal.

The former is a sneaky backstab, while the latter is a direct, forceful attack; it's normal not to connect them at first glance.

Most importantly, the Night's Watch's black robes and masks are very deceptive, and Feng Ju really couldn't understand why his daughter would become a member of the Night's Watch.

The red thread in my memory belongs to my daughter; she's a monster in human skin!

The Night's Watch, as everyone knows, are humans who specialize in killing monsters while wearing black skin!

These two identities are like opposite poles, incompatible and can never overlap.

This just doesn't make any sense!!!

Reason was screaming that it was impossible, but the sound lingering in my ears didn't seem like a hallucination, did it?
The watchman in front of him called him "Father," and even added "Dear" before it.

However, in Feng Ju's memory, the filial daughter had never called him that.

She always called herself "Dad".

This unusually polite tone of voice was more like that of Feng Mu, that rebellious son.

Feng Ju felt his mouth was dry and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down several times.

He opened and closed his lips several times, but he didn't utter a single word.

Seeing that Feng Ju remained silent for a long time, Feng Yuhuai did not urge him, but instead tilted his head at an increasingly strange angle, and the red coils around the eyes of his mask spun faster and faster.

Her posture resembled both a little girl waiting for her father's forgiveness and a venomous spider laying its web, luring for a midnight snack!

Beneath the black mask, she licked her lips...
(End of this chapter)