Chapter 2485 Reality Slaps You in the Face!

Feng Xinglang is alive, and so is Cong Gang.

Cong Gang just watched and listened silently, feeling that every word and every action of Feng Xinglang was so heart-warming! until……

The muscular man should be able to understand English. Of course he couldn't accept that his position as the boss of this simple shed was provoked. In order to ensure the stability of his position, he must give a severe lesson to the newcomer who provoked him.

So, he punched Cong Gang! Cong Gang first pushed Feng Xinglang one meter away, and then kicked the apple into his pocket with one hand. With the other hand, he had already caught the muscular man's fisted wrist; at the same time, he used his free left elbow to hit the muscle. On the bridge of the man's nose, his right hand is tight

Then it got stuck on his Adam's apple, and only a crisp 'click' sound was heard.

The muscular man's figure fell down on the iron frame bed closest to the simple shed. Very submissive and quiet.

The entire simple shed was silent, as quiet as it had ever been. It seemed that the gasps of everyone could be heard.

"He fell asleep... It's getting late, everyone should go back to their beds and rest!"

Cong Gang said lightly. He spoke English, which most people could understand.

After hearing Cong Gang's gentle reminder, everyone immediately dispersed without saying a word! Everyone climbs into his own bed, everyone sleeps in his own sleep! Obedient and well-behaved!

They are all enslaved and accustomed to working as slaves, and their survival is definitely the most important thing. Each simple shed will have a labor leader, who is the same to them all. Besides, this new labor leader looks very powerful.

Feng Xinglang stood there in silence for a while. In order to show that he was gregarious, he immediately climbed into his bed. Then he looked sideways at Cong Gang and motioned for him to come over and stop causing trouble.

If the mercenaries guarding him were attracted, everyone in this room would inevitably be beaten. Therefore, this is also the reason why this group of people are so obedient. After only two days here, Feng Xinglang had already learned all the rules here.

Cong Gang walked towards Feng Xinglang's bed, "You can rest for a while. I'll keep watch."

Feng Xinglang glanced around, then dragged Cong Gang to sit on the edge of the bed, leaned over and asked in his ear:

"Is that guy...dead?"

Cong Gang glanced at the muscular man on the first bed and responded softly: "Absolutely."

What does almost mean? Is he almost dead? Or almost alive?

"Can you fucking stop causing trouble? If the guards are attracted... we will turn them into a hornet's nest!" Feng Xinglang snarled.

"As long as I'm here, it won't happen!"

Cong Gang comforted Feng Xinglang, who was extremely vigilant and insecure.

"I'm not happy when you brag! The injury I received is a slap in the face for your Cong Gang reality!"

‘Pa’, a slap was thrown directly on Cong Gang’s face. In the quiet simple shed, it was particularly crisp and frightening.

From Feng Xinglang's point of view, he should be used to beating Cong Gang. He got angry when Cong Gang was bragging.

Feeling that something was not right in the atmosphere, Feng Xinglang stopped arguing with Cong Gang; he lay down on the bed with the anger in his heart and waited for Wu Song and the others to arrive.

Cong Gang didn't say anything more and covered Feng Xinglang with the dirty quilt. Then he sat quietly by the bed and looked at him.

It was quiet like this for about ten minutes, and Feng Xinglang became a little impatient; he looked towards the door from time to time, listening carefully for possible strange movements. But everything outside the simple shed is so orderly.

When Feng Xinglang heard a burst of footsteps, he immediately pressed Cong Gang, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, onto the bed. This sudden movement almost caused Cong Gang to crash.

Then, the lights in the simple shed went out; two or three people with flashlights came in. After scanning every bed, everyone went out again. It should be a ward round before the workers go to bed.

Cong Gang, who was pressed by Feng Xinglang, could neither move nor move.

"Chongzi, why haven't Wusong and the others come yet? Didn't your mother leave any clues for them?"

Feng Xinglang was obviously a little impatient with waiting. Staying in this hellish place for even one second is a kind of torture.

"It's coming soon, you should rest first."

Cong Gang comforted the uneasy Feng Xinglang, "I'm here. If you want to die, die first."

"Why did you leave without saying goodbye? You are my slave, do I agree with you leaving? Who gave you the courage?"

With the light outside the window, Cong Gang quietly looked at Feng Xinglang's face that was very close at hand. It couldn't be any closer... because Cong Gang's face felt the droplets from Feng Xinglang's mouth.

"It's true that I was wrong... think carefully about how to deal with me! Use your best way to relieve your anger!"

Cong Gang was speechless. Pretty much just lip sync. Only Feng Xinglang, who was closest to him, could hear it.

"Don't worry, I won't let you down this time."

Feng Xinglang muttered a few more words, then lay on Cong Gang's chest and fell into a deep sleep. The custom-made calming microneedle from Finn is so easy to use - gentle and has no toxic side effects.

In the dark, humid and turbid simple shed, Cong Gang remained silent. Incomparable peace. Because in his arms, his whole world sleeps peacefully.

But such a harsh environment was obviously not suitable for Feng Xinglang to rest and recuperate. But to get out of here, you still need to do some preliminary work.

About an hour later, a shadow floated in quietly. The only one who noticed it was Cong Gang.

‘Huh…’ Three rhythmic wheezes sounded like the breathing of ordinary people, but to Youying’s ears, it was a signal.

"Master, are you there too? My adoptive father..." The shadow immediately floated towards the bed where the sound came from.

It's Feng Fifteen.

"Shh." Cong Gang stopped him immediately, and then gently opened the thin blanket on his chest, revealing Feng Xinglang who was snoring slightly.

With just a look, Feng Shiwu understood immediately. Three minutes later, everyone else in the simple shed was in a deep sleep.

"Master, how is my adoptive father injured?" Feng Shishi knelt down and asked.

"Not light."

Cong Gang put the thin blanket back on Feng Xinglang, "Your adoptive father is a decent man, he probably doesn't want others to see him in such a mess."

"I understand." Feng Shishi nodded.

"You and Wu Song go and deal with those soldiers first, and then find a car to park at the door. Prepare a clean quilt and send it over. You stay and let everyone else evacuate the embassy."

"Okay master."

An hour later, when Wu Song finished dealing with the soldiers and ruffians and came to join Feng Shiwu, he saw the boss walking out of a simple shed carrying a quilt and walking straight towards the off-road vehicle as fast as flying.

it's a pity! I hurriedly hurriedly, but I still couldn't see how Feng Xinglang worked as a laborer! !