Chapter 379 Why, Fell in Love?

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Those six muscular men had blackened noses or swollen faces from Yan Bang's beating. Everyone wanted to lie on the floor and not get up.

As soon as his subordinates reported that Feng Xinglang had arrived, Yan Bang's stern eyes instantly showed a hint of tenderness.

Finally, I waited for him!

Yan Bang knew clearly: something happened to Cong Gang, and Ye Shinian couldn't be successful, Feng Xinglang would definitely come to him!

Yan Bang withdrew his powerful fist and glanced at the entrance of the gym. In the next second, Feng Xinglang's tall and straight figure came into Yan Bang's eyes.

"Lang, are you here?" Wei Wei raised his voice.

Yan Bang took the towel from the waiter to wipe off the sweat on his cheeks and chest, and went straight to meet him.

Before Feng Xinglang could speak, he immediately hugged Feng Xinglang in his arms, hugged him forcefully, and then hugged him warmly and friendly.

"I'll practice with you."

As Feng Xinglang said, he took off his obstructive suit. The white shirt is more capable and straight.

"You? Practice with me?"

Yan Bang is skeptical.

It's not that he looks down on Feng Xinglang, it's just that Feng Xinglang, who is in business, rarely practice martial arts with real people every day like him.

As the saying goes: Fist never leaves hand, song never leaves mouth. If you don't practice often, you will inevitably become rusty.

"Your body? Can you bear it? Do you want to be a rascal like that kid Bai Mo?"

There was a hint of ridicule on Yan Bang's resolute and handsome face. A joke, not meant to be sarcasm.

With a "boom", Feng Xinglang hit Yan Bang's high and straight nose with a right uppercut.

Immediately, blood overflowed from his nose. It is enough to show how fast and fierce Feng Xinglang punched.

He's playing for real!

Seeing that the boss Yan Bang was beaten out of blood, the six muscular men who had just been lying on the floor pretending to be half dead jumped up instantly and surrounded Feng Xinglang.

Yan Bang quickly raised his hand to signal the six handsome men not to act rashly. While taking the towel delivered by the waiter, he wiped the blood off his nose.

"How about it, are you qualified to practice a few times with you?" Feng Xinglang snorted coldly.

One of the purposes of his trip was to fight with Yan Bang to vent his pain and depression.

Yan Bang shook off the towel stained with nosebleeds in his hand, and smiled faintly at Feng Xinglang:

"Feng Xinglang, I guess you are the only one in the world who can sneak attack me!"

"So honored?"

Feng Xinglang raised his voice unrestrainedly, and smashed Yan Bang's chin with another uppercut; the action was fast, accurate, and ruthless.

After being successfully attacked once, if he is beaten again, then Yan Bang will not only be short-hearted...

Yan Bang's lower body is very stable, almost as stable as a rock on Mount Tai; he just moved back half a step, and then turned slightly sideways, and with a whistling grabbing hand, he grabbed Feng Xinglang and struck That right hook that came over.

Then, taking advantage of the trend, he drove Feng Xinglang's body, borrowed his strength, and hit Feng Xinglang's left hand all at once.

Although Yan Bang's movements are fierce, the strength of the punches has increased a lot. Just a third of the six muscular men who hit them just now.

It's not enough to hurt Feng Xinglang, but it can consume Feng Xinglang's physical strength.

Feng Xinglang's right hand was captured, and he immediately punched out with a left uppercut; but it hit Yan Bang's raised elbow.

A burst of pain and numbness hit Feng Xinglang, and he felt as if he had been hit on a hard and hard stone.

Seeing Feng Xinglang shaking his left hand in pain, Yan Bang quickly withdrew his fists, wanting to come forward to check how Feng Xinglang was injured. After all, Yan Bang's fists are practiced on real people every day, while Feng Xinglang only keeps fit and maintains his physical strength on weekdays.

It's like one is a professional and the other is just an amateur.

But Feng Xinglang seemed to be red-eyed, he was attacking Yan Bang desperately.

Feng Xinglang stretched out his hand, and grabbed Yan Bang's right hand with all his might. It was a strong hand, the back of which was covered with calluses;

He felt that Yan Bang didn't resist with all his strength, and when the time was right, Feng Xinglang clasped his right hand tightly, and at a lightning speed, he threw a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw, ruthlessly throwing him to the floor.

Maybe it's because Yan Bang is taller than Feng Xinglang, maybe it's because Feng Xinglang overestimated his physical strength; maybe it's because Yan Bang kept letting him go, but the moment Yan Bang fell to the ground, he jumped and stopped .

Yan Bang's figure had not yet stabilized, and a straight punch hit Feng Xinglang's eyebrows very accurately...

Feng Xinglang hadn't stabilized his body from the over-the-shoulder fall just now, when there was a gust of wind in front of his forehead;

He was startled, and when he raised his head, a clenched fist was only 0.5 centimeters away from his brow, accompanied by a gust of punching wind!

Judging from the strength of the fist wind and the number of his hair flying up, if he really hit him, a concussion would be inevitable!

Feng Xinglang took a deep breath.

Yan Bang slowly loosened his clenched fist and gently put his hand down.

In the end, Yan Bang was still not willing to throw this heavy punch on Feng Xinglang's forehead.

"Lang, today's sparring is over. Let's go have a drink."

Feng Xinglang nodded weakly. The shoulder fall just now really consumed a lot of his energy. You must know that Yan Bang is as strong as a bull, and as heavy as a rock.

The ribs started to hurt again. It must have been a second injury.

*****

Yan Bang came out of the shower with only a towel around his waist.

Feng Xinglang had already poured himself a drink in the huge and extremely luxurious lounge.

"Want to drink away your worries?"

Yan Bangjian walked over, snatched the wine glass from Feng Xinglang's hand, and then drank it down by himself. He drank all the wine in the glass for Feng Xinglang.

"Bang, lend me a few people to use!"

Feng Xinglang exhaled lightly, reeking of alcohol.

"My people are your people, use them as you like!"

Yan Bang poured some more whiskey, sipped a little on his lips, and added playfully: "Even I can be yours!"

"Help me find out about the old man in Hetun, where he lived temporarily; and how he brought a few adopted sons to Shencheng! Also, where exactly did he imprison that woman Lin Xueluo..."

Feng Xinglang didn't want to come to Laibang for help. It seems that he hasn't been able to recover from the sad state of mind from the cruel choice made by Yan Bang in that burning underground garage more than half a year ago!

But for the sake of that woman and the child in her womb, Feng Xinglang still decided to come to Yan Bang.

Feng Xinglang couldn't wait any longer.

Most of the time, old Chubai's news is half a beat slower than Yan Bang's black way.

It is estimated that one is for the public, and is used to being loose; the other is for private, and the strength of due diligence is different!

It seemed that Yan Bang realized now: Feng Xinglang's restlessness tonight was not because of Cong Gang's death, but because of that woman Lin Xueluo?

"What, fell in love?" He asked leisurely.