Chapter 1170: But you lack me

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The fourth old Cong was dumbfounded at the time: you have to slap him and slap him, why pull him into the water!
Feng Xinglang stared sideways at the fourth old Cong shrinking at the door, "Let Cong Gang's dog go downstairs to talk to me!"
Feng Xinglang was not in a good mood, and his words were angry.
He said he fell asleep?
Is this crushing his Fang Xinglang's IQ? Or is he trying to teach him Feng Xinglang's temper?
"That's not something to discuss!"
Wei Kang sneered at the fourth senior Cong, "The fourth senior, don't start? You probably want to go to Cambodia and catch Hun Sen by yourself ?!"
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Cong Gang is not short of money, but he knows the truth of fists and hands. Follow his men and need to be sent out to practice their hands from time to time. This is no better than Hetun. He has a professional organization and base. Belonging to a big family. And Cong Gang has been looking for such a site in Shencheng or near Shencheng recently, allowing his people to move freely in the prescribed space. It is also convenient for him to control.
Going to catch Hun Sen in Cambodia? Boss didn't let the fifth and seventh go! Did you change your mind temporarily?
The fourth-born sleepless Cong immediately jumped up the stairs and crossed his tall figure in front of Feng Xinglang, preventing his way.
"Cong Si, are you indifferent? Don't you know that I sympathize with your boss and servants in your boss? Still silly to be used by Wei Kang's guy?"
Feng Xinglang didn't want to beat anyone, let alone be beaten. If you can solve things with your lips, why do you want to do it?
The fourth old Cong looked back at Wei Kang, and his expression seemed to be asking: shouldn't you really use me?
At the time, Wei Kang really used the old man's selfishness to smash up Feng Xinglang; after being broken down by Feng Xinglang, he was a little bit ashamed and angry.
Knowing that he could not win the deceitful Feng Xinglang, Wei Kang was too lazy to say anything to him; given that Feng Xinglang woke them up in the middle of the night, shouldn't he be taught a little?
Wei Kang bypassed the fourth senior Cong, slamming his shoulders towards Feng Xinglang, trying to knock him back from the stairs.
At that moment, Feng Xinglang, who was physically and mentally exhausted, did not expect Wei Kang to dare to attack him ...
When he realized that he wanted to avoid, Wei Kang had already hit him; Feng Xinglang was pushed back for several steps before he stabilized his body.
"Weikang, are you real?"
"My Boss said, I will stop you anyway! I am just acting!"
Wei Kang shook his shoulders and glanced at Cong Laosi behind him. He signaled that he could do it.
A dark shadow suddenly rushed over, Feng Xinglang's pupils closed with a fist, his left hand was fisted, a beautiful radian was raised, and he attacked Cong Cong's chin at a fast speed; Xing Lang's fast and fierce left uppercut came to an end. Before Feng Xinglang had time to retract his fist, the fourth old Cong had already grasped his hands and pressed him with an invisible pressure ...
Feng Xinglang's fall was not only embarrassing, but also quite embarrassing: the whole man was crushed under the body by the fourth old Cong, and a handsome face clung to the wooden floor, unable to move.
"stop!"
He scolded with a murderous cry.
Wei Kang's instinct turned back, and saw that Boss Cong Gang's face was so dreary that it was about to eat people; then he gave way to the stairs. Minimize your presence.
Facts with iron prove: Feng Zhezi cannot fight! It wasn't really hitting him yet, Boss's face had already become so cold; if it was true ... who would still be dead?
The fourth old Cong was obviously shocked by Boss's suffocation. He immediately retracted his limbs to suppress Feng Xinglang, and obediently shrank to the side.
Feng Xinglang could have risen quickly from the floor after the fourth senior Cong retreated;
But when he saw Cong Gang, he simply lay on the ground and groaned, stroking his legs as if he couldn't get up.
At that time, Cong Gang, although he could see that Feng Xinglang had a debauched element; but thinking that his leg had been badly injured, he came to check it.
"Get me up before you die ... do you lie on the ground?"
That's for sure!
As for whoever loses or loses, then it's really uncertain!
As soon as Cong Gang came in, Feng Xinglang bounced back and rolled the Cong Gang belt on the floor; taking advantage of his body shape and Cong Gang's too late, Feng Xinglang pressed Just stayed Cong just said, but also stuck his neck.
"Dog, dare you let your men attack me? You eat leopard gall, you!"
The thief captures the king first; he controls Cong Gang, and the remaining Wei Kang and Cong fourth only have their share.
Feng Xinglang pressed Cong Gang so tightly, entangled his body; as long as he moved or resisted a little, he picked him up tightly, and drove his body to make a deadly roll. Seamless close combat.
Half of them were because they were too close and wrapped too tightly, Cong Gang couldn't do anything; on the other hand, Cong Gang was worried that he would hurt Feng Xinglang because he was too heavy.
Is this a real fight or a fake fight? Or is it a joke?
At that time, Wei Kang only felt that he was not there to help, nor was it not to help. He could see the dagger that Boss hid in his calf. Freeing up a hand to take out the dagger for self-defense is not difficult for Cong Gang.
"Slightly! It hurts! Are you disabled to support me?"
After half an hour, Lord Feng Xinglang was lying on a rattan chair.
Cong Gang was dealing with the bruised bruise on his knee.
"You hurt me ... you have to compensate me!"
Before entering the door, Feng Xinglang was still anxious: how would he open up and let Cong Gang be the dog to help him find the niece back together.
Being beaten by Wei Kang and Cong Chong, the reason came, and there were excuses.
"I can't even do it for my own hands, and have a face to say?" Cong Gang murmured.
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"Lao Tzu uses his brain and strategy! All of them rely on showy force like you, and humans will only evolve into beasts in the end!"
"... Take your mind, then go out of me!"
Cong Gangdan responded without any anger or anger.
"Come with me to find my niece, and I will never blame it!"
Feng Xinglang certainly won't be so cheap Cong Gang.
"Then you talk about, how can you blame it? You can't even do it with my men, and you are counting on fighting me?"
Cong Gang has a soft and hard posture. He can't help him if you measure him.
"Reluctant to help?"
"Give me a reason to help you!"
"Your people hurt me!"
"... it's your own incompetence!"
Feng Xinglang's eyes stared at Cong Gang, "You have to force me so?"
"Now you're pushing me!"
"Help me find my niece, I will pay you a commission! Quite a generous commission!"
"I'm not short of money! I'm not short of your money!"
"But you lack me!"
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