Chapter 1062 Don’t Be a Coward Again!

Such a sudden change and hostility from his biological son Feng Xinglang was hard for Hetun to accept.

The vicissitudes of his face was covered with obvious loss.

"Alang, there are no flights back to Shencheng at this late hour. Where are you going to take Fifteen? I'll let you go early tomorrow morning...Alang!"

Hetun wanted to catch up with Feng Xinglang and his son.

After receiving the order, Basong immediately slashed at Xing Laowu who was closest to Feng Xinglang and his son.

At that time, Bassong was inevitably high-profile and reckless.

You know, this is Fort Pett, the territory of his Hetun; to kill people with a knife like this single-handedly, he really doesn't take Hetun seriously.

In front of Hetun, how could he tolerate Taba Song's arrogance?

When it comes to playing with knives, Xing Twelve's skills must be better than Basong's; after separating Hetun from a safe distance, he immediately pounced towards Basong! If it wasn't an emergency, with Xing Twelve's skills, he could play a game of "catching swords with bare hands" with Basong.

But knowing that his adoptive father, He Tun, wanted the crown prince and Xiao Shiwu, Xing Twelve went straight to the knife and chopped off Basong's hand holding the dagger...

Feng Xinglang just walked away with his son in his arms, unable to help Bassong who was fighting alone; Bassong suddenly fell into a situation where he was attacked from both sides. In addition, Xing Twelve and the others had long been dissatisfied with Basong's hostile behavior. They finally seized this opportunity. Why not teach him a lesson? !

At that time, Feng Xinglang wanted to help Basong kill people together. Just holding his little cub in his arms restrained his hands and feet.

Outside the door, the man in Tang suit appeared again, blocking the path of Feng Xinglang and his son.

"Prince Xing, let's have dinner first. Shi Fifteen should be hungry too."

"Get away! I have a gun on me, can't you feel it?"

Feng Xinglang moved the small thing in his arms to his left arm, freeing his right hand to draw the gun.

"Alang, if you want to leave, I won't stop you! But you've already come, so just give your mother a stick of incense before you leave!"

Hetun chased him out and sincerely used the "delay strategy".

The gun in Feng Xinglang's hand immediately changed direction and was aimed at Hetun, who was catching up.

"Stop! You should believe that I can really shoot!"

No reason or excuse could stop Feng Xinglang from taking his son away at this moment.

Hetun did not shy away, he stood on the spot and stared deeply at the flesh and blood of his close relatives who were only four meters away.

"Alang, if shooting at me can help you resolve the hatred in your heart, then just shoot!"

These words were undoubtedly provoking Feng Xinglang's excessive behavior.

Seeing that his biological father was pointing a gun at his adoptive father and that he might shoot him at any time, the little thing became anxious.

"Why are you fighting again? It's so annoying!"

The little guy leaned forward and tried to grab the gun from his father, Feng Xinglang, but unfortunately his father's arms were too long and he couldn't reach them with his waist tightened. So, he could only shake the arm that pushed his father, Feng Xinglang.

"Bang!" A gunshot sounded, and Feng Xinglang actually fired.

Perhaps because of his son Nono's shaking, Feng Xinglang's shot was not accurate!

Even if the shot was accurate, the bullet would not land on Hetun. It was obvious that there were three adopted sons at that time, and no matter which one of them, Hetun would not be shot.

"Asshole Feng Xinglang, did you really shoot my adoptive father?"

Child Lin Nuo yelled in dissatisfaction, "You are so annoying! My adoptive father just invited you to have dinner and pick up your son. Why did you shoot my adoptive father!"

After a slight pause, the little guy started to struggle, "Feng Xinglang, if you keep doing this, I won't go back with you!"

The little thing squirmed, trying to break free from Feng Xinglang's arms, but his father, Feng Xinglang, tightened his grip.

Basong was injured, with blood flowing down his arm. It dripped all the way.

"Stop stopping me! Bullets don't have eyes!"

Feng Xinglang was not moved by his son's words. He chewed each word and hissed in a low voice.

At this moment, it seems to be a deadlock:

Basong was trapped in the living room; any movement to escape might cost him his life; and Feng Xinglang and his son were trapped at the door of the living room. Because the little thing was tightened in his arms, Feng Xinglang diverted a lot of his energy, and he couldn't use it at all.

"Alang, I know you hate me and blame me...but your mother gave birth to you and gave you life! You have come a long way here, is it so difficult to put a stick of incense on her before leaving?"

Hetun still did not give up trying to convince his son Feng Xinglang to stay tonight. Because Feng Xinglanken stayed tonight, it was the real ice-breaking between father and son.

"Dad, just put some incense on the beautiful grandma in the dark room! The beautiful grandma had a hard time giving birth to you! We all need to love our dear mommy!"

Obviously, the little thing's words of 'filial piety' were instilled by someone.

"Hetun, every word and every action you take now is deceiving and humiliating yourself! I only have one father, and his name is Feng Yishan!"

Feng Xinglang's more cruel and cruel words came one after another, and they were like sharp swords piercing Hetun's heart.

In other words, no matter what kind of efforts Hetun made, it was all useless efforts to deceive himself and others; he, Feng Xinglang, would not appreciate it at all.

And Hetun behaved like a clown, just amusing himself.

Hetun's tall body staggered, and Xing Twelve gave him a gentle support behind him before he stabilized himself.

"Alang, you are right... I am indeed not worthy to be your father... I am indeed not worthy! I am sorry for you and Su He... I am sorry for you mother and son..."

Hetun's eyes filled with turbid liquid. Maybe he was really old, and he looked particularly sad and tired.

"I don't have time to listen to your whining! If you really want to repent, go to hell and repent to my mother in person!"

Feng Xinglang yelled to stop Hetun from continuing.

Because every confession from Hetun made Feng Xinglang feel invisible oppression and suffocation.

He really couldn't stand listening anymore!

It has to be said that Cong Gang is always able to grasp the opportunity with ease.

At the door of the living room, a dark figure flashed towards Feng Xinglang and his son.

An ambush at the right time and place.

It's Cong Gang!

"Stand still! This Crown Prince's life is more precious than yours!"

The gun in Cong Gang's hand pressed hard against Feng Xinglang's temple, "Believe it or not, I killed him with one shot, and you all have to be buried with him!"

Cong Gang said harsh words while dragging Feng Xinglang and his son's bodies out of the back living room.

"Cong Gang, what do you want to do?"

Hetun, who was heartbroken just now, immediately regained his due ruthlessness.

"Can't you still see it? I am threatening you with the life of your own son!"

Cong Gang led Feng Xinglang and his son towards the safer and more hidden stone pillar, "Hetun, tell your adopted sons not to act rashly! This is both a biological son and a biological grandson. If they are allowed to follow I'll take the risk together, but you will have no descendants!"

"Cong Gang, what exactly do you want to do?"

Hetun roared loudly, "If you dare to hurt Alang and Shishi, I will let you die without a burial!"

"You make me... so scared!"

Cong Gang snorted coldly.

"Bear it!"

Cong Gang lowered his voice and whispered into Feng Xinglang's ear.

Just when Feng Xinglang was about to wink at Cong Gang and signal him to walk towards the off-road vehicle, Cong Gang's left hand suddenly passed over Feng Xinglang's forehead, and a long bloody mouth suddenly appeared...

The blood hole was not deep, only superficial skin was injured, but the blood flowed from the forehead to the cheek, which still looked quite hideous and terrifying.

The key is that it hurt Hetun’s heart!

Because Feng Xinglang’s blood flows from his body!

"Cong Gang, what the hell do you want to do?"

Hetun was furious.

Cong Gang ignored Hetun's imminent loss of control and lowered his voice to whisper in Feng Xinglang's ear again.

"Give me Nuonuo! I'll take him and leave first! The tire was punctured by Xing Laowu, we can't leave!"

It seems that Hetun really tried his best to keep his own son and spend one night in Pettburg City.

Such dirty tricks as puncturing tires and deflating them were actually used!

At that time, Feng Xinglang was already very angry because Cong Gang had scratched his head with something. He wanted to get angry, but in order to successfully take away his son Feng Linnuo, he had to endure the humiliation and cooperate with Cong Gang.

Subconsciously, he glanced in the direction of the stone masonry field, because it was too dark to see whether the tire had been punctured.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Feng Xinglang chose to believe Cong Gang.

In fact, Feng Xinglang didn't need to take such a risk at that time. As long as he left Hetun, he could safely take his son Feng Linnuo away from Peterburg. It's just a matter of time.

The most I can do is listen to Hetun chatter a few more words!

But Feng Xinglang chose to conspire with Cong Gang to deal with Hetun, his biological father!

Perhaps only Feng Xinglang, the person involved, can understand the resentment accumulated in this!

"Take good care of Nono! He is my life, you know this!" Feng Xinglang lowered his voice.

"Let's meet up at our old place! Waiting for you!"

Only then did Cong Gang take the child Lin Nuo from Feng Xinglang's arms, who had been in pain for a long time.

"Big Caterpillar? Is that you?"

At that time, the child Lin Nuo was already a little confused by this sudden mutation.

Who are the good guys and who are the bad guys? What do they want to do?

Why does the big caterpillar point a gun at his father's head?

The key point is that my father is not angry and seems to be still discussing something with the big caterpillar!

"Don't talk. The big caterpillar will take you away soon! Your father and the others will follow soon!"

Cong Gang held the little guy in his arms in a more comfortable posture.

Of course, the adopted sons of Hetun were not vegetarians; although they could not hear what Cong Gang and Feng Xinglang were whispering, they seemed to have smelled a hint of being deceived and used.

Xing Laojiu, who had been hiding in the darkness, flew toward Cong Gang and the others like a black panther waiting for an opportunity.

Cong Gang's reaction speed was faster:

"Feng Xinglang, I'll give you another chance to shoot at Hetun! You have to aim carefully this time, don't be timid again!"

He pushed Feng Xinglang directly towards Xing Laojiu who was attacking...