Chapter 388: With a King as a Tiger

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Cong Gang's movements are smooth, and he is perfect in one go.
Do not give the sad banker a chance to struggle or resist.
You know: It is not easier to lay this thing on Feng Xinglang than to touch the P shares of the tiger!
If you can choose, Cong Gang will be more willing to touch the tiger's P shares!
It was uncomfortable to get a hard thing into the muscles.
"what are you doing?"
Feng Xinglang's instinctual defense gave Cong Gang, who also had a modified air nail gun, a side kick.
The goal has been achieved, Cong Gang realized that Feng Xinglang would definitely attack him, and then he sideways wanted to get away. It is estimated that he was worried about the wound on his arm and was anxious to look at him, or was kicked by Feng Xinglang. Only then stabilized the body.
"Well ... uh, what?"
Feng Xinglang moved his arm, his muscle tissue was damaged, and he felt cold for a while.
"This is something that a metal detector cannot detect! The wound will heal within 24 hours. I will activate it only after you have successfully entered Hetun's den!"
"Specially reserved for you to collect corpses! Hope to collect a whole corpse!"
Cong just looked quite relaxed. But in the latter sentence, Feng Xinglang couldn't hear it. It was just a joke or a truth.
Feng Xinglang froze slightly, lowering his head to look at the wound on his shoulder.
The wound is only two beans in size and can be ignored. But the invasion of foreign bodies in the muscles has an unexplainable feeling of uncomfortable swelling.
"You just need to put a liquid explosive in my body! I'll end up with Hetun!"
Feng Xing's low-sighed road. He was even more violent after drinking.
"Why, do you want to be buried with Hetun? And bring your own wife and children?"
Cong Gang can always figure out Feng Xinglang's "sacred meaning".
He carefully wiped off the blood from the wound with a disinfectant towel for Feng Xinglang. Healing plasters were applied to the wounds that did not exist.
He seemed to want Feng Xinglang's wound to heal on his own. It looks more natural.
"You know Hetun so well ... Is it because of my choice that I can survive?" Feng Xinglang asked tentatively.
Cong Gang greeted Feng Xinglang's gloomy eyes, with a slight whisper:
"Generally, I can live!"
"What about normal circumstances?"
Feng Xinglang questioned.
"Under normal circumstances ... it's hard to say!"
This question seems to be the same as asking.
"Then I will die with the unselected party?"
Feng Xinglang asked again.
Cong, who was walking in front of the canvas bag, had a meal again, and looked back at Feng Xinglang.
"You are so anxious to know? Try it yourself, don't you know everything!"
Obviously, Cong Gang did not want to answer Xinglang's question.
Feng Xinglang squinted his eyes, staring sharply at Cong Gang, who was looking for something in the canvas bag, said coldly:
"If I guess correctly: you must be some kind of son abandoned by Hetun, right?"
Cong Gang's action was delayed.
Only then did I realize that China ’s proverb is vast and profound: being a companion is like being a tiger!
Cong Gang did not answer, nor did he deny. But it doesn't look like the default.
"I said, I don't want to know your past! But you have been mine since the day you were picked up by me!"
Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows, "If I can't handle Hetun myself, the responsibility of this history will be left to you!"
"It's a pity, I don't accept your historical trust! You should find another good person!"
Cong Gang rejected Feng Xinglang in one breath.
"Reluctant to ask your righteous father? What are you doing now?"
Feng Xinglang asked with a sneer.
"Keep your life!" Cong Gang said lightly.
Suddenly, Cong Gang turned and added another sentence, "I will try my best to save your life! But you can choose to commit suicide!"
"..."
Feng Xinglang really wants to have a fight with Cong Gang! Because every word he said was so annoying.
"Tell me, what will Hetun do with Lin Xueluo's mother and son?"
Feng Xinglang seemed to be unable to suppress the anxiety in his heart, and he rushed to Cong Gang, who was packing.
"Don't move, it's Yan Bang!"
Feng Xinglang was struck by Cong at the waist, his body was soft, and he was pushed the carpet.
Yan Bang is a good combatant; but Cong Gang knows every key of a person's body, and tricks can be deadly.
But to deal with Feng Xinglang, Cong Gang only used one fifth of his strength, which was enough to soften him for a while.
Cong Gang had no intention of tangling with Feng Xinglang Hu, and before Feng Xinglang heard footsteps from the stairs.
"Are you so afraid of him?"
Feng Xinglang saw the nervousness of Cong Gang.
"Do you want me to die again?"
Cong Gang means something.
While waiting for Feng Xinglang to realize the deeper meaning of this sentence, Cong Gang had already brought his canvas bag and disappeared in the window.
Sure enough, it's all the next three things. All gentlemen on the beam!

Mo's housekeeper opened the door to Yan Bang.
"Where is Feng Xinglang?" Yan Bang asked directly.
"The second master is upstairs." Mo butler Gongqian said, "I'll go upstairs to Mr. Yan and call you."
"No! I'll go up to him."
Yan Bang walked through the living room, just stepped on the stairs, and he turned back.
"Have you had dinner at the second master?" He asked.
"Have eaten ... the appetite is okay." Mo steward answered truthfully.
Yan Bang nodded thoughtfully, "OK, you don't have to go upstairs tonight. I will take care of Xinglang."
Does this mean that he will live here tonight?
"That's hard Mr. Yan!"
Yan Bang can live here, at least the housekeeper can feel at ease.
To this day, in fact, both Mo butler and An An are like mirrors: if this family has to sacrifice one person to keep it, that suitable candidate must be the young master Feng Lixin!
One is the rising sun, and the other is the twilight. It is self-evident that it is self-evident.
But in Feng Lixin's medical room, Yan Bang could not find Feng Xinglang. It was neatly packed and he shouldn't even enter.
Looking for a subtle sound, Yan Bang walked towards the master bedroom on the second floor.
The door opened, and it was the gas.
Not strong, it should be a mild liquor like red wine.
Feng Xinglang lay on her large wedding gown, wrapped in festive colors. He is playing with a delicate brocade box.
"How about borrowing alcohol to relax?"
Yan Bang snatched the brocade box from Feng Xinglang's hands and stunned in his hand, "What darling? So much love?"
But he was taken back by Feng Xinglang, "touch my things less!"
"So stingy?"
Yan Bang sat down along the edge of the wedding banquet and whispered, "Don't discuss with me how to deal with Hetun?"
"Bang, you say, is it important to be a big brother? Or is it important to be a woman who has slept?"
Feng Xinglang asked.
"Nothing matters to you!"
Yan Bang blurted out without thinking.