Chapter 986: hunting

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Holding the wheelchair for a long time made the steps under Feng Xinglang's feet look a little dim.
In addition, the supporting equipment that assists in walking involves his flesh, and the pain of incompatibility is inevitable.
Ba Song hurried forward to support Feng Xinglang's somewhat dangling body. "General Feng, I'll push you upstairs."
"No! Stand still, I can go by myself!"
Without the loving eyes of his wife and children, Feng Xinglang was relaxed a lot.
Cong Gang is right: If he continues to lie in a wheelchair, he will only become more and more like a waste!
In fact, Feng Xinglang has always been in a wheelchair, and there are psychological factors.
He wanted to avoid it. Physical and mental exhaustion.
I even thought of taking my wife and children to leave Shencheng and live a life without interruption.
What big brother, what bitch, what biological father, what brother?
Let the rest kill each other!
But Feng Xinglang also seemed to realize: If the problem is not dealt with, will the city where their family settle down become the next Shencheng?
Hard to say!
Feng Xinglang is the golden master of Ba Song. Ba Song had to listen to his orders; but Ba Song had to take care of his safety. Can only follow immediately behind Feng Xinglang.
The flat floor of the living room is okay, but every time you step up, it will involve the flesh and tissue to a greater extent, tear small openings, and overflow red blood.
Feng Xinglang could tolerate this bite. So he walked calmly.
Waiting for the corner of the second floor, a spot of blood was dripping from the floor.
Not much, dripping on the dark floor, not conspicuous.
It's just that Ba Song's sensitivity is stronger than that of the average person.
Therefore, he could smell another smell in Feng Xinglang, which was smoky and full of Chinese herbal medicine.
"Ba Song, you follow me again ... get me out tomorrow!"
Feng Xinglang nearly fell down with a sigh, and Ba Song, who was nervous, was about to come forward to help him, but Feng Xinglang found his whereabouts.
Get out of the way, that's tomorrow; as long as Feng Xinglang is still his master today, Ba Song must ensure the safety of his master.
This was also Boss' order, and Ba Song could not disobey.
But cold, Ba Song's outstretched hand was collected again.
Because he saw a figure at the entrance of the third floor ...
Ghostly figure!
"You always have a good rest, I'm on standby downstairs. Call me if you have a problem!"
Ba Song glanced at the mouth of the stairs on the third floor, and then avoided the boat. It feels like he couldn't go downstairs because of Feng Xinglang's harsh reprimand.
"Uh ... uh!"
After Ba Song left, Feng Xinglang took a painful breath and sat down on the steps.
"What shit? It hurts!"
After Feng Xing screamed, he stood up strenuously, dragged his injured leg, and made some pain to walk towards the study room on the third floor.
To be precise, it's not called 'Go', it's called one step at a time!
In fact, this kind of pain is nothing to Feng Xinglang at all; he seems to make his posture look like he can't stand the pain.
In the last two steps, Feng Xinglang wanted to go over in a hurry ...
The steps are a little too big, and it's easy to get ... flesh!
"……Uh!"
Feng Xinglang gave a painful groan, and suddenly fell down on the steps, unable to get up for a long time.
"Really wasteful?"
Faint, like a sound floating from hell.
Feng Xinglang didn't need to look back, and knew who the dog mess that made such a spooky sound was!
He maintains a prone posture and does not care about ridicule such as this.
An air of smoky wine blew across his face, and the man frowned slightly.
"Why, are you going to sleep on the floor as a bed?"
Seeing that Feng Xing Langjiu was lying still, Cong just came and pushed him.
"Go! Don't move me! Lao Tzu's leg hurts!"
Feng Xinglang scolded, moved a little more comfortable position, and continued to lie down.
The prone posture has a benefit: it can cover the subtle movements underneath.
"You can't stand this pain? How did you endure your dad to make you look incomplete and broken?"
Cong just squatted over, taunting verbally, but caring.
He leaned a strong arm around Feng Xinglang's waist, trying to force him off the ground.
"Click!"
Just after feeling that Cong Gang's arm around his waist was working hard, Feng Xinglang stuck a thing on Cong Gang's arm like a whirlwind.
Cong Gang still held Feng Xinglang's body firmly. After he sat upright, he glanced at the dangling metal handcuffs on his wrist.
One buckled on his wrist; one buckled on Feng Xinglang's wrist!
"The dog is a mess, I finally caught you!"
Feng Xinglang's beautiful thin lips evoke a playful cold smile.
"How about playing with me?"
Cong Gang's voice was soft and clear, and did not change his face or voice because of the handcuffs clasped on his wrist.
"Do you know what a dog is?"
Feng Xinglang asked rhetorically. There seems to be a jump in the topic.
"Shouldn't it be a bitter game!"
Cong Gang took the opportunity to severely damage Feng Xinglang once.
"..."
Feng Xinglang admired Cong Gang's cold eyes and extracted a cigarette from the cigarette case casually.
I took a sip, but casually spit out all kinds of eye circles.
"The characteristic of a dog is that it is quite loyal to its owner! Even if it is a wicked criminal, it will care about its own owner!"
I spit out a lot of smoke on Cong Gang's face, "Just like you! It looks cruel and untamed on the surface, but in the bones, it is still cheap!"
Cong Gang turned his face to avoid the smoke from Feng Xinglang.
He never smokes, nor does he like the smell of smoke.
But there is nothing wrong with Feng Xinglang's bad and low quality!
"Do you think you can be handcuffed to me?" Cong Gang asked softly.
"I made it specially for you by Jane!"
Feng Xinglang pulled the handcuffs on his side. "The only way you can escape: just cut off my hand!"
"Then I try?"
"What to try? Run away?"
"... then you have to cut off your hands first!"
"Oh! Cut off my hand?"
Feng Xinglang smiled coldly, "You bet you don't have this courage! Cong Gang, because you're cheap in your bones, understand?"
Cong just glanced at Feng Xinglang's cuffed arm and glanced at his own.
"You just said inaccurately: you can run away by cutting off my hand! Isn't it?"
"..."
Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes, "Do you want to‘ strong man break his wrists ’? Then hurry up! I have never seen a dog do self-harm!

"..." Cong Gang twitched. "I'll think about it!"
Cold, Feng Xinglang suddenly raised his voice and shouted downstairs, "Old Mo, bring the guy up!"
Guy? What guy? Heavy guns?
Just when Cong Gang was surprised, the housekeeper Mo dragged a guy like a chain upstairs.
"This thing locked me for a few years when I was a kid! It was almost 30 years of pure hand-forging. The day before yesterday, Lao Mo improved it a bit, and now it is used to lock you! Your treatment is much better than my family's sixteen! I am not willing Use it! "
"..."
For a while, Cong Gang didn't really know what he said was appropriate.
Upstairs with Mo butler, and Ba Song.
Ba Song is not aware of the 'hunting' plan tonight.
Because Feng Xinglang considered that Ba Song was a simple child and worried that his acting skills were not enough, he did not let him participate.
Ba Song looked a little eagerly towards Cong Gang, his hands showed a state of strength when he fisted.
"Old Mo, let Ba Song come up and lock him!"
The housekeeper Mo was in his early sixties. Concerned that he could not withstand any attacks from Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang asked Ba Song behind him to do the work.
Before Mo's housekeeper responded, Ba Song grabbed what seemed to be the shackles.
As soon as Ba Song went upstairs two steps, the picture on the third floor stepped up suddenly.
Cong had just a backhand, so he wrapped his arm with handcuffs around Feng Xinglang's neck, and the two men showed a twisted posture.
"Stop! If you dare to take another step, I will kill him!"
Cong Gang held Feng Xinglang and threatened Ba Song.
Ba Song's footsteps suddenly came to an end. He didn't understand what Boss was singing?
It stands to reason that they joined forces with the apprentices to deal with a residual leg plus an old and weak, it is simply a matter of capture.
"Ba Song, leave me alone ... come up and lock him! He dare not kill me!"
Feng Xinglang still has a certain explosive power; just under the unloading force of Cong Gang, who is good at binding others, some can't help.
Basonton was in place, and seemed to be judging what Boss wanted him to do!
"Ba Song, you silly calf, come on!" Feng Xinglang shouted anxiously.
"Feng Xinglang is your gold master! If he is dead, who will pay you?"
Cong Gang's leisurely voice is almost like being homely with Ba Song La.
See Ba ​​Song being stupid 唧 愣 愣 in the spot, Feng Xinglang quickly changed strategy.
"Old Mo, go get the anesthesia gun!"
"it is good!"
Mo butler retreated.
"..."
Ba Song is really true this time: It seems that in order to catch Cong Gang, the two masters and servants of Feng Xinglang did not do less accurate!
When the steward Mo returned, he had an anesthesia gun in the shape of a long barrel with three anesthetics inside.
"Old man, you need to aim a little! Don't accidentally kill your second master!"
Cong just joked. The two masters and servants of Feng Xinglang were not looked at at all.
Perhaps it was Feng Xinglang's constant resistance and twisting that greatly weakened Cong Gang's vigilance;
Maybe because of the tacit understanding between Feng Xinglang and the butler of Mo, they have reached a point of perfection.
This tacit understanding was cultivated for a long time while coaxing Feng Lixin for treatment.
Almost instantly, Feng Xinglang accumulated all the power of his upper body, a brutal shake and turned ...
Cong Gang, who was holding his neck behind him, was forced to avoid handcuffs to hurt Feng Xinglang's neck, so Feng Xinglang was inertia and turned over half his body;
At the same time, the butler Mo did not hesitate to shoot anesthesia needles on the half of the upper body just exposed by Cong Cong! And also issued two in a row!
The first anaesthesia needle was just avoided; the second one was not spared!