Chapter 1901 Does Your Face Hurt?

He simply ignored Feng Xinglang's existence!

In front of his master, how could he allow Cong Gang to be so arrogant?

After he regained his composure, Feng Xinglang quickly chased after him and pressed the anesthesia gun to the back of Cong Gang's head.

"Don't move! If you move again, I'll blow your head off!" Feng Xinglang lowered his voice and hissed.

Cong Gang turned his head slightly and raised the corners of his lips lightly, "What, you want me to wake up your precious son? And then let him witness the atrocities of your bastard father? And then make him hate you for the rest of his life?"

This shallow tone pinched Feng Xinglang's weakness. He knew clearly: Feng Xinglang cared about his own children and always wanted to be a brilliant and good father!

"Cong Gang, are you really despicable and shameless?"

Feng Xinglang sneered in a low voice, "You actually took advantage of a child? Don't you feel embarrassed?"

"I'm afraid your own face will hurt by then!"

In almost a second, Cong Gang lowered his body to the side and instantly dodged Feng Xinglang's anesthetic gun that was pressed against the back of his head. With a hard press of his right arm, Feng Xinglang's wrist holding the anesthetic gun was released. He pressed him down; followed by a full body push, Cong Gang pressed his shoulder hard against Feng Xinglang's back, driving Feng Xinglang's body towards the wall...

Feng Xinglang's reaction at that time was not too slow, but when he pulled the trigger, the anesthetic needle deflected away from the back of Cong Gang's neck and hit the wall panel nearby; when he tried to resist, his The whole person was pressed against the wall by Cong Gang.

A handsome face was pressed against the wall cloth and twisted!

This just proves what Cong just said, ‘I’m afraid your own face will hurt by then’!

To be honest, Cong Gang's skills were so weird that it made people's scalp numb.

But it can be seen that he still took a lot of time: otherwise Feng Xinglang's handsome face pressed against the wall cloth would have to rub off a layer of flesh!

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

Although he was furious, Feng Xinglang kept suppressing his voice, not wanting to disturb his wife and sleeping children in Anyang.

"What, why are you so embarrassed to shout for help? How about I call someone to save you?"

It seemed that some kind of tacit understanding had been reached, and Cong Gang lowered his voice. But the sarcastic tone sounded very unpleasant.

But Feng Xinglang, who was pressed against the wall, was helpless against Cong Gang's skillful suppression.

"You want to kill me if you have the guts? I just want to see if you don't have the guts!"

Although Feng Xinglang was almost furious at Cong Gang's sarcastic words, he was deeply scheming and immediately began to counterattack.

"Doesn't your face hurt?"

Cong Gang exerted force on his waist and pressed harder against Feng Xinglang's body, which was like rubbing Feng Xinglang's handsome face against the wall cloth even more ferociously.

"What now? Isn't it great?"

"Cong Gang, I'm going to fuck you... Wuwuwu!"

Before Feng Xinglang could fully utter the insulting words, Cong Gang sealed them tightly with tape.

"I have other things to do and I don't have time to mess around with you!"

Cong Gang kicked the anesthesia gun that fell on the carpet away, "But don't be too anxious. After I finish dealing with those little shrimps, I will come back to deal with you... a fat guy!"

To be honest, it really takes a certain amount of physical strength and skills to resist the muscular Feng Xinglang.

I really don’t know how much pig feed he has eaten in the past two years! That’s why he grew so fat all over his body!

In fact, Feng Xinglang is not fat, but he has lost some tendons due to his neglect of fitness in the past two years. Body fat percentage is slightly higher.

Feng Xinglang was speechless and could only gasp in anger; when he wanted to hit Cong Gang's nose with his head, Cong Gang had already loosened his grip and pressure on him quickly, and his body shape In a flash, he disappeared at the top of the stairs.

By the time Feng Xinglang picked up the tranquilizer gun and wanted to chase him, Cong Gang had already disappeared.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

Behind him, Lin Nuo’s child’s questioning voice came in confusion.

Feng Xinglang immediately hid the anesthetic gun in his arms and tore off the sealing tape on his mouth. The pain made Feng Xinglang tremble slightly, and he felt that countless beards and hairs were being torn off along with it.

‘The doggy Cong Gang! Don’t let it fall into my hands’! Feng Xinglang cursed secretly.

"Dad is thirsty at work and wants to go downstairs to warm a glass of milk!" Feng Xinglang answered his son's question in a gentle voice.

"Dear son, I just heard the sound of fighting..."

The little guy looked around worriedly, wanting to see if the big caterpillar could leave safely.

"Fighting? How is it possible! It's so late, who is my father fighting with?"

Feng Xinglang put on an extremely gentle smile, and then changed the topic: "Why isn't my son still asleep? Do you want to kiss your father?"

"Dad, why is half of your face... red? Is it injured?" The little guy stood up on tiptoes to touch it.

That half of the face was rubbed against the wall by Cong Gang for a long time, how could it not be! If you don't lose a layer of skin, you'll be merciful.

"It's okay...My dear father was walking in a hurry just now and accidentally hit the wall!"

This lie is so... it hurts my face!

The little guy seemed to understand something, but he didn't ask to reveal it.

"Dad, be careful! My son will help you go downstairs and get you some water!"

Firstly, he felt sorry for his biological father, and secondly, he wanted to go downstairs and have a look, so he dutifully came to help his biological father, who could hit the wall while walking.

The "bang" sound of a gunshot was the sound of a gunshot after passing through a silencer.

The father and son, half-hugging each other, had just walked downstairs when they heard a gunshot coming from the courtyard that was not too loud but was loud enough to be heard.

"Dad, it sounds like gunshots!"

This kind of gunshot was no stranger to Feng Xinglang and his son, so their first reaction was: Someone fired!

Could it be that Xing Shishi's second-in-command shot at Cong Gang? !

"Nono, stay in the house while your father goes out and takes a look!"

Feng Xinglang carried his son to the solid wood cabinet and ran out to check.

"Old Mo, did you find anything? Was it gunfire just now?"

Feng Xinglang ran out and saw Butler Mo who was already patrolling the courtyard.

"It's gunfire! There's a pool of blood here... someone must have been shot!"

Butler Mo used his flashlight to illuminate a pool of blood on the cobblestone path.

Could it be that that bitch Cong Gang was shot?

"Where is the Xing Fourteener? Where has he gone?"

In the courtyard, Feng Xinglang saw no trace of Xing Shishi.

"It was probably Xing Shishi who fired the shot! He should be chasing someone now!"

Butler Mo looked outside the courtyard for a few times but did not chase him out. Because there are women and children in the Feng family who need to be guarded even more.

Feng Xinglang became inexplicably nervous: Could it be that that blind guy Cong Gang got carried away for a moment and was really ambushed by Xing Shisi?