Chapter 725 How Do You Want Me to Die? I Think!

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"Oh ah?"

The muscular man that Yan Bang called "Fierce Tiger" responded cutely at first, and then became surprised and puzzled.

Take a knife for Feng Erye to stab the boss Yan Bang? Did my ears hear it wrong? Or is his boss just being careless again?

It seems, it seems that as long as my boss is with Feng Erye, he will always be careless! Being scolded, beaten, and bleeding from a broken arm has become a common occurrence!

"Get out! I have something to say to your boss!"

After some violence, Feng Xinglang was also out of breath. But after venting, he seemed to calm down a lot.

The sportsmen who were training partners were still sluggish in place, they looked at each other, and felt that it was wrong to leave, and it was wrong not to leave.

"Your second master has already spoken, hurry up and get out!"

After Yan Bang sternly reprimanded, the group of sparring partners dispersed.

In the entire gym, only Yan Bang and Feng Xinglang were left.

"What's the matter, so angry?"

While wiping the blood on his face with a towel, Yan Bang stared at Feng Xinglang who was slowly regaining his senses.

The corners of Feng Xinglang's thin lips twitched a few times, suppressing the subsequent anger, and threw the printed photos in his inner pocket on Yan Bang's fine upper body.

Yan Bang picked up those photos one by one. When he saw the content in the photo, his eyes were filled with a depth and complexity that was rarely seen before.

It took a long time before he raised his eyes from the photo, staring deeply at the sullen Feng Xinglang, sliding his Adam's apple.

"How do you want me to die... I admit it!"

"Fuck you! If you want to die, you can die far away. Why do you have to use me as a backing?"

Anger swept over again, Feng Xinglang jumped up and kicked the unsuspecting Yan Bang straight to the floor in the gym.

Yan Bang was silent. Let Feng Xinglang hit him hard.

There was another round of more violent beatings, and Feng Xinglang, who was tired from the beatings, stopped panting heavily.

"Did you take these photos and upload them on the Internet?" Feng Xinglang asked coldly.

"Even if I want Yan Bang to die, I will not spoil you!"

Yan Bang looked directly into Feng Xinglang's eyes. There was an indescribable desolation on the face stained with his own blood.

"Die, die! You fucking knows you're dead! You've been tricked! Do you understand? You're as stupid as a pig!"

In fact, Feng Xinglang understood: the one who was really calculated was Feng Xinglang.

Because Yan Bang would never taboo about homosexuality. Not to mention being photographed, even if he was caught on a live reality show by the media, he would remain indifferent.

So, it wasn't Yan Bang that this person wanted to plot against, but Feng Xinglang!

He, Feng Xinglang, is obviously more shameless than Yan Bang!

Before investigating the real culprit, Feng Xinglang still overlooked one point: someone wanted to borrow a knife to kill someone!

It was Feng Xinglang who lost his face, but the one who really wanted to kill with a knife was Yan Bang!

Feng Xinglang once again entered Yan Bang's super-large and luxurious bedroom. It's a bit extravagant to use a room of more than two hundred square inches as a bedroom.

Judging from the location where the photo was taken, it should be the window sill facing the side. It should have been secretly placed here in advance. Judging from the clarity of the photos, it can be called a high-tech electronic device.

"Go and pull out all the surveillance videos of people who have entered and left your room that day and show me."

Feng Xinglang turned his head and gave Yan Bang a hard look, "Be smarter! Don't f*ck make the city full of storms! You're shameless, I'm still being rude!"

Several people had entered and exited Yanbang's suite that day. There are Yan Bang's close bodyguards, as well as chefs and cleaning servants. I heard feedback from my subordinates: The servant who cleaned Yanbang's suite has resigned...

"Yan Bang, you are a bastard! Even a cleaning maid is plotting against you, do you have any fucking cronies?"

Feng Xinglang scolded him indisputably, while carefully flipping through the videos of the servant before and after he entered the suite.

"One day you, a dog, will be killed in your own home without knowing it! What about the executioner in Shencheng, I think your IQ is not even as good as a watchdog!"

The phone rang, and it was a call from Nina, the secretary.

"Mr. Feng, that 'butterfly that can't fly over the sea' has been blocked! Graphics and texts on the Internet have been banned. What is taboo now is copying and archiving. But it will not be spread on a large scale! I will let it People have been watching."

Nina has always been vigorous and resolute in her work. Feng Xinglang was very relieved that she was doing business.

"Did you find that butterfly?"

"Not yet! This person's anti-reconnaissance awareness is very strong! He came prepared! Mr. Feng, I think you and Mr. Yan must know this person!"

After hanging up Nina's call, Feng Xinglang fell into deep thought.

"Lang...let's have something to eat first."

It was already dinner time, and the unknown cook brought Yan Bang dinner on time.

Feng Xinglang turned his head and gave Yan Bang a hard look, and said sharply, "You dog, you...you are sick and need to be cured! Understand?"

Yan Bang knew about the illness Feng Xinglang was talking about.

He smiled bitterly, "...I'm really sorry! It's me who got you into trouble..."

Feng Xinglang rarely heard Yan Bang say such emotional words.

"Go to death! I will get angry when I see you!"

Feng Xinglang directly threw a mobile hard disk in his hand towards Yan Bang.

The phone rang again, and the call was from kid Lin Nuo.

"Feng Xinglang, what time is it now? Why are you still outside? Don't you want your wife and children anymore?"

With an angry tone, the little guy yelled at his father, Feng Xinglang, no matter how big or small.

"Why don't you want to give up your wife and children... Isn't this busy earning milk powder money for you!"

Feng Xinglang answered with a loving voice to his son who had become so arrogant that he climbed over his head.

"I believe you!"

The little guy yelled and urged: "Come back quickly, Mommy made steamed meat with glutinous rice, it smells so good!"

"OK! My father will be back right away! If my son is hungry, you can eat first. Just remember to save some for my father!"

Just as he was about to hang up the phone, the little guy added sharply: "Feng Xinglang, don't make fun of my little Qiao! Otherwise, I will tell Mommy!"

"...Boy, you are only a little old, and you want to return your little Qiao? Has your little elephant's nose grown a beard?"

Feng Xinglang relaxed for a moment.

"I want you to take care of it! Go home quickly! Otherwise, you will be locked out!"

The phone calls with his own son are always relaxed and joyful; but when Feng Xinglang turned his head and saw Yan Bang, his handsome face instantly turned cold.

"Idiot Yan, now you are asked to track down a middle-aged woman who cleans the house, will there be no more mistakes?"

Feng Xinglang condensed, "Remember to live!"

Looking at Yan Bang who was still silent, Feng Xinglang hissed before leaving the house: "This is not an example!"