Chapter 1936 Cong Gang! Uncle Cong

In the speeding Lexus, Feng Xinglang's handsome face was extremely cold.

"Cong Gang was so seriously injured... Are all of you just decorations? Huh?"

Feng Xinglang hissed, "He really raised you losers in vain!"

"Mr. Feng, it's not like you don't know how stubborn my Boss is... He has a strong ability to survive on his own and he always keeps to himself! Only Wei Kang can get close to him, and the others can only stand far away. !”

Basong screamed, but at the same time he was really worried about Cong Gang's safety, "I heard from Wei Kang that Boss was seriously injured... Will his life be in danger?"

"Then do you want Cong Gang to die, or don't you want him to die?" Feng Xinglang, who was really in no mood to answer, asked coldly.

"Of course I hope he can live a long and healthy life!"

Even while talking to Feng Xinglang, Basong never let go of the accelerator; the Lexus roared toward Qibei Mountain City like an arrow from a string.

"What has Cong Gang done in the past two years?" Feng Xinglang asked in a deep voice.

"I really don't know this..."

"Then you haven't followed Cong Gang in the past two years? Have you gone traveling by yourself?" Feng Xinglang asked in a scolding voice.

"Boss has sent us to hunt down the remaining members of the Mo Yin Regiment!"

"The remaining members of the Mo Yin Regiment?"

Feng Xinglang was slightly startled. He really didn't expect that Cong Gang would kill these people.

"Yeah! Boss just wants old ghost Ando to know: If you dare to mess with him, Songtai, you are digging your own grave!"

Basong glanced sideways at Feng Xinglang, "But I'm just a subordinate, helping to track and dispose of the corpses! Those two disciples of my Boss, they are the protagonists! The real life-killing Yama! Especially when killing people, The coordination was perfect and never failed!”

"Apprentice? When did Cong Gang accept a disciple?" Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes.

"I don't know...I haven't seen their true appearance. I only saw one of them with an eleven or twelve-year-old child."

Most of the time, Basong doesn't know anything about anything. It wasn't that he wanted to hide Feng Xinglang deliberately, but there were some relatively confidential things that he really didn't know about. And Cong Gang wouldn't let him know too many details.

Feng Xinglang seemed not interested in such topics. He was only worried about whether Cong Gang's life would be in danger. I heard from Wei Kang that Cong Gang's injury was in a private part. Could it be that something passed down from generation to generation was injured?

No wonder every time he wanted to check on Cong Gang's injury, he was rejected by Cong Gang! It must be hard to say!

Isn't that guy Cong Gang really a eunuch?

Feng Xinglang's face became a little heavy!

"Ba Song, drive faster!" Feng Xinglang urged in a deep voice.

Bassong has stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

In general, the person Cong Gang selected for Feng Xinglang was loyal and honest but also smart. He also had solid driving skills and was very suitable to be a driver and part-time bodyguard.

…

A "bang" gunshot shocked Feng Xinglang, who had just gotten out of the car.

Who fired the shot? Who else got shot?

The lights were on in the bedroom on the third floor, and Feng Xinglang galloped up; outside the bedroom door, he saw Wei Kang, who had been shot, being helped by Song Si to retreat to a safe distance.

what happened? Could it be that Cong Gang really shot at Wei Kang? He must have gone crazy!

"Mr. Feng...you...are you here?"

Wei Kang protected his left shoulder with his hand. The shot was probably at the lower end of the collarbone. A large amount of blood was overflowing from his fingers.

"What's going on?" Feng Xinglang stepped forward and helped Wei Kang.

"Boss has a gun in his hand...you...you better not go in." Wei Kang said with difficulty.

"Is Cong Gang alone in there?" Feng Xinglang glanced towards the bedroom.

"Well... Boss is the only one! He... He was seriously injured... The long-term infection of the wound caused sepsis... He will go into shock again at any time. I'm afraid... I'm afraid..." Wei Kang coughed violently, and blood More came out from between the fingers.

"Okay, stop talking! You quickly go to deal with the wound first! Cong Gang, I can take care of it!"

It seemed that Wei Kang was seriously injured. Is this Cong Gang really ruthless enough to deal such a heavy blow to his men?

Just because Wei Kang wanted to save his life? What's wrong with that!

If you don’t go in, it’s impossible!

Feng Xinglang would not just watch Cong Gang waiting to die alone in the room!

Is life important, or is it the unspeakable hiddenness that is important?

Feng Xinglang was about to take a step toward the bedroom, but Wei Kang pulled him back, "Mr. Feng, you have to be careful!"

"Don't worry, if that bitch Cong Gang really dares to shoot me..."

Feng Xinglang's voice rose several times, "In the worst case, I will die with him!"

His purpose was to let Cong Gang in the room hear his voice. He knew that it was him, Feng Xinglang, who was about to come in.

"Cong Gang, nothing is more important than life... You are very important to me! I will not leave you alone! If you want to shoot, shoot, remember to aim... I am most afraid of suffering from flesh and blood!"

Feng Xinglang raised his voice to remind Cong Gang of his arrival, and walked slowly towards the room.

There was a gunshot, and before Feng Xinglang could turn around, a bullet flew close to Feng Xinglang's scalp.

Is this an inaccurate aim? Or was it too accurate?

"Cong Gang, how dare you fucking shoot me?" Feng Xinglang growled.

"Don't... don't come in!" Cong Gang's breath was extremely weak, "I really know how to... shoot!"

"Then you shoot! Remember to aim right this time!"

Feng Xinglang walked in resolutely and saw packaging boxes of Demerol and empty syringes scattered on the floor beside the bed.

"Feng Xinglang... do you have to... force me to shoot? Can't you leave me some... some dignity?"

Cong Gang's face was hidden behind the bedside table lamp, and his face could not be seen clearly. I just feel that what he said has been very difficult.

"In my eyes, you, Cong Gang, are just a dog that I picked up. You have no dignity at all!"

Feng Xinglang said mean and vicious words, but his eyes were already red.

Cong Gang's hand holding the gun finally slowly retracted, and then... he actually pointed the muzzle of the gun at his temple.

"Cong Gang! Cong Gang! What the hell are you going to do?"

Feng Xinglang might be able to bet that Cong Gang would not actually shoot him; but he really couldn't bet that Cong Gang would actually shoot himself!

"I'll give you my life back!" Cong Gang said coldly.

"Cong Gang! Uncle Cong! Let me beg you... okay?"

Feng Xinglang roared in a hoarse voice, "If you die... I will never be happy in this life! Do you understand?"

Dark blood spilled from the corners of Cong Gang's lips, and he forced a pale smile, his voice so low that it was almost just the shape of his mouth:

"I...I am younger than you...but I can't give birth to...a grandson as big as you!"