Chapter 828: Hatred belongs to others, and the body is its own!

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Xue Luo seemed to realize this: It seems that Cong Gang has never appeared since Feng Xinglang disappeared.
"His name is Cong Gang?" He Tun asked back.
Searching the profile of the people I knew, there should be no one named Cong Gang.
"Where does he live? Can you reach him?" He Tun asked again.
Xue Luo froze, "Mr. Xing, do you doubt him? Cong Gang him ... he has no reason to kidnap Xinglang! He has always been the patron saint of Xinglang."
"It's time for another time! A few months ago, Alan and I still had no common enemy; and now, I've become Alan's biological father! Things are unpredictable!"
He Tun narrowed his eyes and began to recall every detail about Cong Gang.
"What is the purpose? What is Cong Gang's purpose?"
"Maybe he had no purpose a few months ago! It should be now!"
Hetun looked at Xing Ba. "Old man, you have just contacted Cong, what is his means?"
Five years ago, on a cruise ship, Xing Shiliang had not come from Peteburg; only Xing San and Xing Ba had contacted Cong.
Xing Bawei narrowed his long and narrow eyes and thought for a few seconds before answering Hetun: "I think his technique is very similar to ours."
He Tun's resolute face grew deeper and deeper. The scar at the end of my eyes became more and more cruel.
Subconsciously, he reached out and touched the scar at the end of his eyes.
"Snow falls, can you find Cong Gang?" He Tun asked.
Snow fell and nodded, but shook his head again.
"Every time there is something wrong with Feng Xinglang, Cong Gang will take the initiative! I have never been able to contact him, and I don't know where he lives! He was contacted by Ye Shinian before, and he went back to Peteburg When I was looking for Wei Kang ... "
"Wei Kang? Isn't Yan Bang's men?" Xing Shiliang asked tightly.
Xue Luo didn't know much about the relationship between Wei Kang and Cong Gang, or Yan Bang.
"It seems that Yulong City has Cong Gang's Yu Dang!" He Tun frowned.
"I know where the weirdo lives! He has a haunted house, which looks like a labyrinth. There are a lot of flowers and plants, and a particularly large pool, which is full of bad things ..."
Lin Nuo went to He Conggang's haunted house. There was no fear, I really liked the pattern inside.
"Fifteen, do you know how to get to Cong Gang's haunted house? Which direction is it about?" Xing XII asked.
The little man froze and scratched his head with a pair of small hands. "I don't know ... when I went back, it was dark outside ... I couldn't see the road ... it was the one named Wei Kang Pick me up. "
"It's Wei Kang again!" He Tun hissed.
"Weikang was able to get in touch ... Just two days ago, I went to GK Ventures to find him. He said ... He said that Xinglang was missing by himself, and that it might be with Yan Bang Join forces ... "
Vaguely, Xue Luo felt that Wei Kang's words at that time had a meaning to bring her into a thinking trap.
"Old man, you and Xue Luo go to Alang's company to find that Wei Kang! I'll go to Yulong City with Twelve."

a week ago.
When Feng Xinglang woke up, he was already in a strange environment.
A cramped and cramped suite with daily necessities.
Except for the exhaustion and weakness, there are no obstacles to movement.
"Are you awake? This is your dinner."
Outside the iron fence, a tray filled with food was pushed in; the one who delivered food to Feng Xinglang was a healthy beard.
"Who are you? Where is this?"
"My name is Yannava, you can call me Cong Si."
"Zushi Four?"
Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes. How do you think this one is called Zushi, exactly like the Zongsan in Yulong City ...
"Who is your master?"
Feng Xinglang was extremely displeased that he was placed under house arrest in such a narrow and cramped space. Perhaps it was an unfortunate and tragic childhood that made him even more hate this treatment.
"You'll see him in a few days!"
With the words of this Thai person called Cong Si, Feng Xinglang rushed towards the fence gate like a cheetah, and struck Cong Si's collar.
"Let your master come to see me! Now!"
"My master said: You can't beat me! But you have a better mind than me, so I don't want to be near you!"
Perhaps due to the sequelae of anesthesia, Feng Xinglang's physical strength has not fully recovered; under the tangle of Cong Si, Feng Xinglang was pushed away by him.
"Tell me, who is your master?"
"He made you wait patiently for a few days."
After speaking, Cong Si left, and after struggling to shake the iron fence a few times, the entire detention room fell into endless depression and silence again.
Feng Xinglang calmed down, as his carbohydrate body could not hit the copper wall and iron wall.
On the side of the table, the Italian black pepper and beef tenderloin noodles still smelled of strong aroma; this smell really mobilized Feng Xinglang's hunger element. He stared at the plate of beef tenderloin noodles quietly.
After a minute, he took a fork and took a bite ...
This taste is too familiar. Very suitable for his taste.
After taking two sips, he stopped and started chewing carefully, swallowing slowly.
With a loud noise, Feng Xinglang smashed the fork in his hand on the table; angrily, he smashed the plate of Italian beef tenderloin noodles that appealed to him to the ground. .
"Cong Gang, I X you fucking! Hurry to die for Lao Tzu!"
A plate of risotto with black pepper and beef tenderloin is still familiar; it is also one of Feng Xinglang's favorite foods.
Sometimes, remembering a person, the brain is not the only organ;
It may be a taste bud, or it may be a hungry stomach!
In the monitoring room, when seeing Feng Xinglang in anger, Cong Gang's lips had a hint of imperceptible smile.
"Boss, why did this Xinglang ... know you were it?"
Wei Kang was a little surprised. It was only a few hours since Feng Xinglang was arrested; and only a few minutes after his wake up, Feng Xinglang realized that Cong Gang had done it?
"It only shows that your Feng Erye is wise enough!" Cong Gang faintly said.
"So what do we do now?"
Looking at Feng Xinglang in the restlessness, Wei Kang felt his head bigger and bigger. Feng Xinglang is like a thorn, it is really hard to serve.
"Wait with him!"
Cong Gang's eyes kept catching on Feng Xinglang in the monitor. For a long time did not look away.
Ten minutes later, Cong left the monitoring room.
Another fifteen minutes later, another plate of Italian black pepper beef tenderloin noodles was pushed in.
"My master said: Hatred belongs to others, and your body is yours! If you hit it again, you will only be hungry!"