Chapter 388: Accompanying You Is Like Accompanying a Tiger

Cong Gang's movements were very smooth, done in one go to perfection.

Not giving the sad Feng Xinglang a chance to struggle or resist.

You know: getting this thing from Feng Xinglang is no easier than touching a tiger's penis!

If given a choice, Cong Gang would definitely prefer to touch Tiger’s P shares!

Of course it would be uncomfortable if someone suddenly drove something hard into your muscles.

"what are you doing?"

Feng Xinglang's instinctive defense gave Cong Gang, who was still holding a modified air nail gun, a side kick.

The goal had been achieved. Cong Gang realized that Feng Xinglang would definitely attack him, so he turned sideways to get out of the way. He was probably worried about the wound on his arm and wanted to take a look anxiously, but he was kicked by Feng Xinglang and staggered. Only then did he stabilize his body.

"Uh... uh, what?"

Feng Xinglang moved his arms, and the muscle tissue was destroyed, causing him to gasp in pain.

"This is something that a metal detector cannot detect! The wound will heal within 24 hours. I will not activate it until you successfully enter Hetun's den!"

"I reserved it for you to collect corpses! I hope I can collect the whole corpse!"

Cong Gang looked quite relaxed. But Feng Xinglang couldn't understand the last sentence, whether it was just a joke or the truth.

Feng Xinglang was slightly startled and lowered his head to check the wound on his shoulder.

The wound was only the size of two peas and could be ignored completely. However, there is an indescribable feeling of swelling and discomfort when a foreign body invades the muscles.

"You could just put a liquid explosive in my body! I will die with Hetun!"

Feng Xinglang hissed angrily. After drinking, he became even more fierce and violent.

"What, you want to be buried with Hetun? And you also want to bring your wife and children with you?"

Cong Gang was always able to figure out Feng Xinglang's 'holy intention' like this.

He used a disinfectant wipe to carefully wipe away the blood that overflowed from Feng Xinglang's wound. But there was no healing plaster on the wound.

He seemed to want Feng Xinglang's wound to heal on its own. It looks more natural that way.

"You know Hetun so well...are you sure to survive if you are chosen by me?" Feng Xinglang asked tentatively.

Cong Gang met Feng Xinglang's somewhat depressed eyes and responded lightly:

"Under normal circumstances, you can survive!"

"What about the general situation?"

Feng Xinglang asked further.

"Under normal circumstances...it's hard to say!"

It seems like asking is in vain.

"Then how will the one who is not chosen and I die?"

Feng Xinglang asked again.

Cong Gang, who walked to the canvas bag, paused again and looked back at Feng Xinglang.

"Are you so anxious to know? If you try it yourself, you'll know everything!"

Obviously, Cong Gang didn't want to answer Feng Xinglang's question.

Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes slightly, stared sharply at Cong Gang who was looking for something in the canvas bag, and said coldly:

"If my guess is correct: you must be an adopted son who was abandoned by Hetun, right?"

Cong Gang's movements stagnated.

Only then did I realize the profoundness of the Chinese proverb: Accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger!

Cong Gang did not answer or deny. But it doesn’t look like the default.

"I said, I don't want to know your past! But from the day you were picked up by me, you are already mine!"

Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows, "If I can't kill Hetun myself, then this historical responsibility will be left to you!"

"What a pity, I don't accept your historical trust! You'd better find someone else to love!"

Cong Gang rejected Feng Xinglang.

"Can't bear to take your adoptive father's life? Then what are you doing now?"

Feng Xinglang asked with a sneer.

"Save your life!" Cong Gang said calmly.

Abruptly, Cong Gang turned around and added, "I will try my best to save your life! But you can choose to commit suicide!"

"..."

Feng Xinglang really wanted to have a fight with Cong Gang! Because every word he said was so irritating.

"Tell me, what will Hetun do with Lin Xueluo and her son?"

Feng Xinglang seemed to be unable to suppress the anxiety in his heart, and he pounced on Cong Gang who was packing his things.

"Don't move, it's Yan Bang!"

Feng Xinglang was hit on the waist by Cong Gang. His body went limp and he was pushed hard and rolled onto the carpet.

Yan Bang is a good fighter; but Cong Gang knows every vital point in a person's body, and his moves can be fatal.

But against Feng Xinglang, Cong Gang only used one-fifth of his strength, which was enough to temporarily weaken him and escape.

Cong Gang had no intention of messing around with Feng Xinglang. He heard the footsteps coming from the stairs before Feng Xinglang.

"Are you so afraid of him?"

Feng Xinglang saw Cong Gang's nervous look.

"Do you want me to die again?"

Cong Gang said meaningfully.

Before Feng Xinglang could realize the deeper meaning of this sentence, Cong Gang had already taken his canvas bag and disappeared out of the window.

As expected, they are all dirty things. They are all gentlemen!

******

Don't let the housekeeper open the door for Yan Bang.

"Where's Feng Xinglang?" Yan Bang asked directly.

"The second young master is upstairs." Butler Mo said respectfully, "I'll go upstairs and call Mr. Yan."

"No! I'll go up and find him myself."

Yan Bang walked vigorously through the living room, and as soon as he stepped on the stairs, he stepped back.

"Has your second young master had dinner?" he asked.

"I've eaten... my appetite is OK." Butler Mo answered truthfully.

Yan Bang nodded thoughtfully, "Okay, you don't have to come upstairs tonight. I will take good care of Xinglang."

Does this mean that he will stay here tonight?

"Then thank you for your hard work, Mr. Yan!"

Yan Bang can live here, at least housekeeper Mo can feel more at ease.

Now that things have happened, Housekeeper Mo and Aunt An are actually like Ming Jing in their hearts: If this family has to sacrifice one person to save it, the suitable candidate will definitely be the eldest young master Feng Lixin!

One is morning sun, the other is twilight. Which is lighter and which is more important is self-evident.

But Yan Bang could not find Feng Xinglang in Feng Lixin's medical room. It was so neatly packed inside that he probably hadn't even entered.

Looking for the slight sound, Yan Bang walked towards the master bedroom on the second floor.

When he opened the door, the smell of alcohol hit his face.

It's not strong, it should be a mild liquor like red wine.

Feng Xinglang was lying on the huge wedding pavilion, wrapped in festive colors. He was playing with an exquisite brocade box in his hand.

"How about drinking to drown your sorrows?"

Yan Bang took the brocade box from Feng Xinglang's hand and weighed it in his hand, "What kind of treasure? Are you so fond of it that you can't put it down?"

But Feng Xinglang snatched it back and said, "Don't touch my things!"

"So stingy?"

Yan Bang sat down along the edge of the wedding hut and asked leisurely: "Why don't you discuss with me how to deal with Hetun?"

"Bang, tell me, which one is more important, the eldest brother? Or is it the woman he slept with?"

Feng Xinglang asked.

"It's not important to you!"

Yan Bang blurted out without thinking.