Chapter 1579 A Cripple Left to Be Manipulated

After hearing the intruder's voice, Feng Xinglang surprisingly calmed down.

It's Cong Gang!

"You bitch...you didn't come here specifically to see me in such a miserable state, did you?"

Feng Xinglang hissed, and slowly turned his neck, which was so tired that even the muscles in his neck could not be fully controlled, he saw Cong Gang's face that had been indifferent for thousands of years.

Still so in need of a beating!

It's just that at this moment, Feng Xinglang really has more than enough ambition but not enough power.

"I'm just here to remind you: if the special medicine used by the Yamaguchi group is not relieved within 24 hours, it will invade the internal organs and limbs; then you will be able to stay in bed all day long for the rest of your life. Got it!"

After a slight pause, Cong Gang slowly added, "I think it's pretty good!"

Hearing what Cong Gang said, Feng Xinglang instantly became nervous.

"It's... it's been 24 hours! Cong Gang... it's been 24 hours!"

Feng Xinglang originally thought that the powdery substance he inhaled last night was just a stronger anesthetic; he thought that after some time, the debilitating symptoms on his body would dissipate on their own.

But it has been almost 24 hours, and Feng Xinglang's body shows no signs of dissipating the symptoms!

"Don't worry, no one will die! You will only be paralyzed forever! Like a rubber man, you can be manipulated by others!"

Cong Gang still had an indifferent tone. I feel that whether Feng Xinglang is paralyzed or not has little to do with him. He just came over to watch the show!

Feng Xinglang almost used all his strength to grab Cong Gang's hand.

"Cong Gang...I know, you must have a way to solve it!"

Even if Feng Xinglang was a god, he would still be afraid that he would spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair or in a hospital bed. That would only make his life worse than death.

Cong Gang took the risk and came to Yulong City at this moment. He probably didn't come here specifically to tell him these words.

He definitely brought a solution to the problem.

"But I just want to watch you cripple me!"

Cong Gang met Feng Xinglang's gaze, the corners of his lips raised slightly. It seems like a provocation, but more like a test of endurance.

Although Feng Xinglang's body was extremely weak, his eyes were extremely sharp and sharp. He stared at Cong Gang intently, as if he wanted to penetrate him.

After only looking at each other for a few seconds, Cong Gang turned his gaze away. He was obviously confident, but Cong Gang chose to avoid it.

"Do you think that since I'm disabled, you don't have to wait on me to eat, drink, and poop?"

Feng Xinglang said sternly. It is not difficult to see that he is pretending to be calm.

Under the psychological influence suggested by Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang felt as if his body was really going to become limp and crippled. The more restless and restless you feel inside, the less you can muster any energy. It seems that what Cong Gang said should be the truth!

"Don't worry, Yanbang will take care of you like an uncle!"

Cong Gang responded calmly. Then he started playing with the long iron box in his hand.

"Not everyone is qualified to serve me! But I can give you this privilege!"

Feng Xinglang's arrogant words really gave people a toothache. I really don’t know who gave him such tsundere capital.

Cong Gang's original intention was to stimulate Feng Xinglang more, but he didn't expect that Feng Xinglang wouldn't be stimulated by him at all. The arrogance and arrogance displayed really left Cong Gang speechless.

"No need! You should leave this privilege to those who need it!"

Cong Gang took out a syringe containing caramel-colored liquid medicine from a long iron box and asked in a long voice: "Which arm should I stab?"

After Feng Xinglang saw the syringe that Cong Gang took out from the long iron box, he secretly let out a nervous and suffocating breath.

Can't you take it out earlier? Do you have to waste so much verbal disputes?

It’s not surprising, this bitch has always been so good at it!

Feng Xinglang stretched out his left arm without even asking Cong Gang what kind of medicine was in the syringe.

This is his trust in Cong Gang.

Thinking in the opposite direction: If Cong Gang really wants to kill Feng Xinglang, there will be too many opportunities to attack him! There is no need to get some syringes and liquid medicine to torment him in a mysterious way!

Pulling up the sleeve on Feng Xinglang's left arm, he directly inserted the needle into Feng Xinglang's vein without even using a medical latex tube.

"Aren't you afraid that I will take the opportunity to kill you?" Cong Gang asked leisurely.

"You're really going to kill me...you're in need of an uncle to take care of you!"

Feng Xinglang watched the medicinal liquid being pushed into his veins bit by bit.

"..." To be honest, Cong Gang was really speechless.

What can you answer this ruffian?

Is it possible to say: I, Cong Gang, am not in need of an uncle to serve me? !

"It's been 24 hours, can this medicine still work?"

Seeing that most of the medicinal solution was pushed into his veins, Feng Xinglang asked worriedly.

"That depends on your luck!"

Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang and sped up his movements.

"Then would you die if you came earlier?" Feng Xinglang couldn't help but cursed Cong Gang in a low voice.

"No! But I can see you in embarrassment for a while longer! I can base my happiness on your pain!"

Cong Gang's provocative tone and tone made him more and more proficient.

"Wait for me! I'll kill Ceresto first, and then you!" Feng Xinglang snarled.

"You don't have that ability yet!"

Cong Gang said contemptuously, "Whether you can kill Ceresto... is still unknown!"

"The people who wanted to take me away suddenly changed their minds. Is it you who did it?" Feng Xinglang asked.

"I don't have that much ability!"

Cong Gang hummed in response, "It was the Japanese who saved you!"

"Japanese? Which Japanese?" Feng Xinglang asked.

"The short Japanese guy who appeared one after another with Yan Bang!"

"Short Japanese? Are you talking about Miyamoto Buntaku?"

Cong Gang pulled out the needle from Feng Xinglang's arm and asked in a deep voice, "Are you familiar with that Japanese?"

"Not familiar! He is one of my clients! A very famous financial investor in Tokyo!"

Feng Xinglang looked at Cong Gang and asked in a tight voice: "This Miya Buntuo...could he be from the Yamaguchi-gumi?"

"Probably not...but he will be a marginalized person!"

Cong Gang put away the long iron box, "For an organization as big as the Yamaguchi-gumi, there must be a consortium behind it to support them! I guess that Miyamoto Buntaku should be a member of the consortium. He happened to be thought of by someone who met the Yamaguchi-gumi. Take you away and mind your own business!"

"Then can I use this Miya Buntuo to contain the Yamaguchi group people invited by Seresto?" Feng Xinglang asked.

"Probably not! The Yamaguchi-gumi will only ensure the safety of the fringe people of the consortium. And the fringe people are not qualified to intervene in the organization's behavior!"

Suddenly, Cong Gang, who was still discussing analysis with Feng Xinglang in detail, suddenly frowned.

Yan Bang's curses came from outside the door!