Chapter 1910: Prisoner?

The mood is still a bit complicated!

I hope Hetun can give Cong Gang a little power so that he can know that he is not invincible! It is quite necessary to be cautious!

But he was also worried that Hetun would kill Cong Gang and kill Cong Gang directly!

Should I go to Repulse Bay this time or not? Or when and what opportunity is the most suitable to go?

Unknowingly, the steering wheel in his hand turned in the direction of Repulse Bay.

It seems that I really can't worry about that piece of shit!

The arrival of his son seemed to be expected by Hetun.

Before that, Hetun had discussed with Cobain: Should he deal with the person in the darkroom on the spot, or should he be transferred first?

There are a lot of someone's minions in front of him, and Feng Xinglang and his son behind him. The person currently being held in the darkroom is undoubtedly a hot object.

Cobain's answer was: He was kind to Feng Xinglang, so he couldn't kill him yet!

In fact, Hetun has also considered this. That man's kindness to his son was such a great kindness that he sacrificed his life to save him! If it hadn't been for him risking his life all the way, Hetun might never have been able to see his biological son alive!

But the rebellion shown by that person recently made Hetun angry.

Hetun tried to have a good talk with him, but that man was always proud and refused to give him face.

Or maybe he is waiting for something!

"Alan is here? Sit down quickly! Have a drink with dad?"

Every time he sees such an outstanding biological son, Hetun feels happy from the bottom of his heart. No matter how many adopted sons he had, none could compare to his own biological son. That is his blood and blood.

"No! Xueluo has a bad appetite recently. I have to go back and coax her to eat!"

Feng Xinglang looked around at the large and slightly empty living room. Apart from the addition of the wooden figure his son mentioned, there were no other special changes.

This Hetun’s heart is really big! Is he so confident that one Ke can deal with Cong Gang's men?

But then again, Ke Benn and his men successfully ambushed Cong Gang, which is really not to be underestimated!

Feng Xinglang never expected that this old guy from Hetun could be such a low-key and reserved master!

"Otherwise, let my cook here go to Feng's house to cook Xueluo, and it will change his appetite!"

Hetun still cares about his son's heirs. He wished that his daughter-in-law Lin Xueluo could give him seventeen or eight grandchildren.

"No! She is just coquettish and wants me to spend more time with her!"

Feng Xinglang answered warmly while looking sideways at Cobain.

"I heard that you successfully ambushed Cong Gang? I really didn't know that you had such good skills!"

Depending on the listener's state of mind, these words may be felt differently.

On the surface, it sounds like Feng Xinglang is praising himself; but when you taste it carefully, it is not difficult to hear Feng Xinglang's reproach and contempt.

"Prince Xing, thank you!"

Cobain chuckled. Feng Xinglang was praising him.

There is no need to beat around the bush in a conversation between smart people. Besides, unlike his son, Feng Xinglang couldn't be coaxed with just a few words.

Before Cobain answered, he subconsciously looked sideways at Hetun, probably with Hetun's tacit approval.

"It's convenient, I want to see him!"

Feng Xinglang first looked at Cobain, and then his eyes fell on Hetun, waiting for Hetun's permission.

"Alang, Songtai is... very dangerous!"

Hetun's eyes were kind. It was definitely a good intention to remind his son.

"What are you afraid of, isn't there a master like Cobain who is protecting you? Cong Gang can't make any waves!"

Feng Xinglang simplified Hetun's meaning and simply thought that Hetun didn't want him to go to the darkroom to visit Cong Gang.

"That thing is insidious and treacherous, so be careful!"

Seeing that his son insisted on meeting Cong Ze, Hetun did not want to stiffen the relationship between father and son.

"What should I be careful about? He saved my life. At worst, I'll give it to him!" Feng Xinglang smiled leisurely.

After Hetun winked at Cobain, Cobain slowly led Prince Xing, who had stood up, towards the entrance of the basement passage.

After being far away from Hetun, Cobain lowered his voice and said, "Prince Xing, please think twice! Don't make the same mistake again!"

Feng Xinglang glanced sideways at Cobain, "I've been having a hard time thinking lately. Do you really not understand what Mr. Cobain wants to express?"

Cobain said quietly: "Prince Xing, Yan Bang's fate will not be good; Songtai's fate will not be good either!"

Feng Xinglang was slightly startled, his thick eyebrows narrowed, "Then guess... will your end be good?"

Cobain glanced back at Feng Xinglang indifferently, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "Prince Xing, you can't do anything to me!"

"Are you sure?" Feng Xinglang asked with a snort.

"Sure!"

Cobain deserves to be bland. No unnecessary expressions.

"Prince Xing, please come!"

The door to the invisible entrance was opened after being fiddled with by Cobain for more than ten seconds. It should be adding something more complex.

Smelling a hint of cold and damp breath, Feng Xinglang lightly covered his mouth and nose.

After taking two steps, I found no movement. He turned around and asked, "Aren't you going in with me?"

"If an accident occurs, Prince Xing can shout for help! I will go in and save you immediately!"

"..."

To be honest, Feng Xinglang didn't like Cobain's tone of voice.

It seemed like an arrogant expression, 'For Hetun's sake, I will talk to you.'

I really deserve a beating!

Feng Xinglang gave Cobain a 'you'll figure it out' look with his eyes, and then continued walking into the dark passage.

Although the wall lamps were turned on, the entire passage was filled with light-absorbing dark tones, mixed with moisture, which made people feel even more depressed.

Vaguely, Feng Xinglang saw a person sitting in a cage made of titanium alloy. His body shape exactly matched that of Cong Gang.

Feng Xinglang turned on the lights in the darkroom.

"Hey, who is this? What's his appearance? Are you a prisoner?"

When he saw Cong Gang imprisoned in a titanium cage, Feng Xinglang's nose was obviously full of acidity; but his words were full of sarcasm and ridicule.

It was impossible for Cong Gang not to hear such a loud sarcasm; he just turned his head and glanced at the arrogant Feng Xinglang, then lowered his head again. He responded to Feng Xinglang's provocation by saying that silence is golden.

"Cong Gang, you have today too! How does it feel?"

Feng Xinglang leaned against the titanium alloy cage, scorning Cong Gang who was squatting in the cage with a condescending victor's attitude.

Cong Gang remained silent. One of his hands was handcuffed to the cage, and it made a clanking sound if he moved the slightest bit.

This kind of Cong Gang seemed to be very hard on his eyes; after staring for a while, Feng Xinglang turned his head and looked sideways.

He popped a cigarette out of the cigarette case and lit it. He took a deep breath eagerly, and then puffed out the smoke slightly.

The handsome face behind the smoke seems unclear...