Chapter 1912 Father and Son Grab Credit

Feng Xinglang has put a gun to Hetun's head more than once!

It was because of Yan Bang before, but now it's because of Cong Gang!

Maybe the state of mind is not exactly the same!

"If I want to be a ruthless person, the first one I want to kill should be you!"

Feng Xinglang pressed the muzzle of his gun against Hetun, "You killed my elder brother and almost made me a mummy...Should I avenge you for what you did back then?!"

Looking at his son with a ferocious expression, Hetun behaved quite calmly.

"Alang, what dad did to you back then was indeed an unforgivable crime! If you shoot me to death to eliminate the resentment in my heart, then I am willing to die by your gun!"

"Do you think I can't bear to shoot? Then you are totally wrong!"

When Feng Xinglang held a gun against his biological father Hetun, Cobain remained motionless.

It seems that he doesn't care about the life and death of Hetun!

This is completely different from Xing Twelve's performance.

If it were Xing Twelve, he would have rushed over to seize the gun regardless of risk; even if he couldn't seize the gun, he would have used his own body to block the muzzle of the gun for Hetun. Xing Twelve is such a foolish and loyal person!

And this Cobain seems to be much calmer than Xing Twelve! He just squinted his eyes and watched quietly.

The furious Feng Xinglang hit Hetun on the head with the muzzle of his gun. After breathing rapidly, he finally failed to pull the trigger.

Then, he hissed, "I just don't want to get my hands dirty!"

"Feng Xinglang! What are you going to do? You really want to kill your father!"

With Cobain around, Xing Twelve was sulking in his room. When he heard something not right in the living room, he ran out.

"If Cong Gang dies, I will let you be buried with him! Let all of you be buried with him!"

It seemed that the dusty past in his heart was brought back again. After leaving these harsh words, Feng Xinglang walked towards the door of the living room without looking back.

Some pain points cannot be touched. That past incident has become a thorn in Feng Xinglang's life that he can never let go of!

It was Cobain who went out with Prince Xing. Xing Twelve stayed by Hetun's side to comfort him.

"Prince Xing, please stay!"

After walking about fifty or sixty meters, Cobain stopped Feng Xinglang, who was running fast in front.

Feng Xinglang paused, turned around and stared angrily at Cobain, who was following him.

"Your name is Cobain, right? I remember you!"

Feng Xinglang's voice roared from his throat, filled with anger.

"This is your thing, Prince Xing...return it to its original owner!"

Cobain stretched out a clenched fist towards Feng Xinglang. It seemed that there was no provocation from Feng Xinglang just now.

Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes and glanced at Cobain's clenched fist, wondering what kind of medicine this guy was selling in his gourd.

"Why, you don't dare to reach out and pick it up? Don't worry, my foster father is here, I don't dare to do anything to you!"

Coppenpi's smiling face really makes people's teeth tingle.

Feng Xinglang knew that Cobain didn't dare to do anything to him, so he still reached out to take it despite being a little confused.

I thought it would be something related to Cong Gang, but I didn't expect it to be...a bullet? !

"Your bullet! I just removed it from the pistol you were carrying before entering the basement!"

To be honest, at this moment, Feng Xinglang truly understood what Cobain was capable of!

Cobain unloaded his pistol and he didn't even notice? ! How profound is this!

It's no wonder that when Feng Xinglang put his pistol to Hetun's head, Cobain didn't show any nervousness at all!

Because he knew that Feng Xinglang had no bullets in his pistol!

"Your sneaky habit...was it also Hetun who taught you this?"

Feng Xinglang collected the bullets and made a sarcastic comment to Cobain.

"Aren't you worried that you would be impulsive and give the pistol to Songtai... and then threaten the emperor to order the princes? Just take precautions before it's too late!"

Cobain smiled. Try to show his friendly side to Prince Xing.

"Cobain, I saved Cong Gang's life!"

Feng Xinglang snorted coldly, "You are a smart man and you shouldn't do anything contrary to the prince like me!"

Feng Xinglang rarely used his status as 'prince' to bully the adopted sons of Hetun, but for Cong Gang, he condescended!

"Then it depends on what my adoptive father wants!"

Cobain seems negotiable. But the more this happened, the more insidious and cunning this person felt to Feng Xinglang.

It’s not surprising that Cong Gang was defeated in his hands!

"Then you just have to figure it out!"

Feng Xinglang snorted coldly, then got into his Lexus and roared away.

"Prince Xing, be careful on the road!" Cobain's half-yin voice came slowly.

…

On the way back to Feng's house, Feng Xinglang kept adjusting his emotions.

He knew that his eldest son Lin Nuo was still waiting for news about him!

Sure enough, as soon as his Lexus drove into the courtyard and stopped, the little guy chased him out of the living room.

"Dad...Dad...have you rescued the big caterpillar?"

The little guy's voice was quite low, probably because he was worried about being heard by his mother.

"That's necessary! If your biological father takes action, you will definitely win!"

There was no deception, Feng Xinglang just wanted to use white lies to make his eldest son sleep peacefully tonight.

The little thing cares so much about Cong Gang. If he knows that his own father failed to save him, he might make trouble with him!

"So, where's the big caterpillar?" The little guy looked behind his father.

"Back to his caterpillar house, of course!"

Feng Xinglang said casually, pretending to be relaxed. Maybe even a little smile.

"Is the big caterpillar injured?" the little guy asked after him.

"No..." I felt that the credibility was not high, so I said vaguely: "It should only be a little superficial injury! That caterpillar is so powerful, who can really hurt him!"

The little guy probably believed it. But he sighed slightly, "Oh, all the credit has been taken away by you, my biological father! My biological son also plans to ask my adoptive father to release the big caterpillar!"

"Okay, don't be depressed! If there is another time for that caterpillar, my dear father will definitely give you the opportunity!"

Feng Xinglang picked up his unhappy eldest son and walked toward the living room while kissing him.

"Nono, tell me honestly, did you take the cash from Grandpa Mo's drawer?"

As soon as the little guy entered the living room, his mother caught him and lectured him.

Aunt An was the first to discover the lack of money. That was what Butler Mo was going to buy fresh aquatic products for her the next day. After Butler Mo checked the surveillance video, he knew that it was Master Feng who took it, so he remained silent, thinking that he could talk to him in private when Master Feng came back.

Although the Feng family is not short of money, if a child of only ten years old takes away tens of thousands of dollars in cash, he always has to ask questions.

Xueluo knew about this because Aunt An said that it had nothing to do with housekeeper Mo because she had exposed her mouth.

"Old man Mo, you are so stingy! I only took a small amount of money from you, and you actually told my mommy?"

The little guy immediately became unhappy and got into a temper tantrum with Butler Mo, "My mommy is pregnant with a baby, so we can't be anxious!"

"You brat, you're still so tough-talking after you took the money?" Xueluo picked up her sleeves.