Chapter 1910: Under the prisoner?

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The mood is still a bit complicated!
I hope Hetun gives Cong Gang some power, so that he knows he is not invincible! It's quite necessary to be afraid!
But I was worried that Hetun would kill Cong Gang and kill Cong Gang directly!
Is this trip going to Repulse Bay or not? Or when is the best time to go?
Unconsciously, the steering wheel in his hand turned in the direction of Repulse Bay.
It seems that I really can't rest assured that dog thing!
The arrival of his son seemed to be expected by Hetun.
Before, He Tun discussed with Keben: Should the person in the dark room be settled locally, or should he be transferred first?
There were many minions of someone in front, and Feng Xinglang's father and son in the back. The person now being held in the dark room was undoubtedly a hot piece.
Coppen's answer was: he has gratitude to Feng Xinglang, but he can't kill yet!
In fact, Hetun also considered it. That man's kindness to his son is a great kindness to save himself! Had it not been for his life-long struggle, maybe Hetun would never have seen his own biological son in his life!
But the rebellion that the man showed recently has annoyed Hetun again.
Hetun tried to talk to him, but the man was always proud and not giving face.
Or maybe he was waiting for something!
"Are here? Sit down! Have a drink with Dad?"
Every time he sees his outstanding biological son, He Tun is happy. No more sons than his own sons. That was the blood of his bones.
"No! Xue Luo has a bad appetite recently. I have to go back and coax her to eat!"
Feng Xinglang looked at the large and slightly empty living room. Except for the wooden man in his son's mouth, there were no special changes.
This Hetun's heart is really big! He was so confident: those men who could cope with Cong Gang?
But then again, Ko Instinct successfully ambushed Cong Gang, it really shouldn't be underestimated!
Feng Xinglang was a master who did not expect that the old guy in Hetun still hid so low-key and restrained!
"Otherwise, let the cook here go to Feng's house to condition Xueluo, or change my appetite!"
For his son's daughter-in-law, Hetun is still very caring. He wished that his daughter-in-law Lin Xueluo could give him 17 or 8 grandchildren.
"No! She just wanted to be with me more!"
Feng Xinglang responded warmly, while squinting at Coburn.
"I heard that you successfully ambushed Cong Gang? I really don't see how good you are!"
In these words, the listener's state of mind may be different.
On the face of it, Feng Xinglang seemed to praise himself; but when he savored it, it was not difficult to hear Feng Xinglang's blame and contempt.
"Prince Xing has won!"
Coppen grinned. Feng Xinglang praised him.
There is no need for a conversation between smart people. Besides, Feng Xinglang is different from his son. It can't be coerced by a few words.
Before Cobb answered, he looked at Hetun subconsciously and should have obtained the acquiescence of Hetun.
"Convenient, I want to see him!"
Feng Xinglang first looked at Keben, and then set his sights on Hetun, waiting for Hetun's permission.
"Aron, Song Thai ... it's dangerous!"
Hetun's gaze was kind. Absolutely good intention to remind his son.
"What are you afraid of, isn't there still a master like Coppen guarding it? Cong Gang can't afford any spray!"
Feng Xinglang simplified Hetun's meaning, simply thinking that Hetun did not want him to go to the dark room to visit Cong Gang.
"That thing is insidious, you have to be careful!"
Seeing his son insisted on seeing Cong Ze, Hetun didn't want to rigidify the relationship between his father and son.
"What can you be careful about? I saved this life for him, so I'll give it back to him!" Feng Xinglang chuckled.
After Hetun stunned Keben, Keben slowly led Prince Xing towards the entrance to the basement passage.
After getting away from Hetun, Keben lowered his voice and said, "Prince Xing must think twice! Don't make the same mistake again!"
Feng Xinglang gave Cobb an oblique look. "I've had a hard time with my mind recently. Do you really not understand what Mr Coben wants to express?"
Keben said quietly: "Prince Xing, Yan Bang's end will not be good; Song Tai's end will also be good!"
Feng Xinglang was stunned, and his thick eyebrows were calm. "Then you guess ... will your end be good?"
Coppen glanced back at Feng Xinglang slightly, and slightly moved the corner of his mouth, "Prince Xing, why can't you help me!"
"Are you sure?" Feng Xinglang hummed back.
"determine!"
Coppen deserved nothing. There are no extra expressions.
"Prince Xing, please!"
The door to the invisible entrance was opened by Cobben for more than ten seconds. It should be adding something more complicated.
Smelling a cold, damp breath, Feng Xinglang covered his nose and mouth.
After two steps, nothing happened. Then he asked, "Aren't you going with me?"
"In the event of an accident, Prince Xing can cry out for help! I will go in immediately to save you!"
"..."
Seriously, Feng Xinglang didn't like the tone of Cobb's speech.
It looks like a look of arrogance on the face of Hetun, I will just ignore you.
Very embarrassing!
Feng Xinglang appreciated Koben's white eyes of ‘Yourself’ and proceeded into the dark passage.
Although the wall lamp is turned on, the entire channel is dark in light absorption, mixed with humidity, which makes people feel depressed.
Vaguely, Feng Xinglang saw a person sitting in a cage made of titanium alloy, his body exactly matched Cong Gang.
Feng Xinglang brightened the light in the dark room.
"Oh, who is this? What is it like?
When seeing Cong Gang, who was imprisoned in a titanium cage, Feng Xinglang's nose was clearly pantothenic; but when he spoke, he was full of sarcasm and ridicule.
It was impossible for Cong to hear such a loud sarcasm; he just glanced sideways at the arrogant Feng Xinglang, and then bowed his head again. Silence is Jin's challenge to Feng Xinglang's provocation.
"Cong Gang, do you have today! How does it taste?"
Feng Xinglang leaned against the titanium alloy cage, despising Cong Gang, who was squatting in the cage with a condescending victor posture.
Cong Gang was still silent. One of his hands was shackled to the cage and snorted with a slight movement.
This kind of Cong Gang seems to be quite astringent; after staring for a while, Feng Xinglang tilted his head and opened his eyes.
A cigarette point popped out of the cigarette case, some eagerly took a good breath, and then slightly exhaled the smoke.
The smoky handsome face doesn't seem clear ...