Chapter 811 Mystery

The supercar roared all the way, whipping up strong winds that rolled up the leaves on the roadside and fluttered like withered butterflies.

Feng Xinglang's face was always in a condensed state, and there was an aura of anger that could not be dissipated between his brows.

At the entrance to the winding mountain, the supercar activated the trigger. No roadblocks were set up, but the people in the villa were aware of the intruders.

Wei Kang was also here with Cong Gang that night. Because there will be a big event next, Cong Gang needs manpower.

"Boss, Feng Xinglang is here!"

Wei Kang notified Cong Gang immediately.

The pen in Cong Gang's hand paused on the design drawing, presumably he was studying the feasibility of the plan.

"You're here so early? It seems a little early!"

There was a deep meaning in Cong Gang's words that was difficult to fathom.

"Boss, is it possible that Feng Xinglang came to challenge us for Yan Bang's sake?"

Wei Kang felt that Feng Xinglang had some bad intentions tonight.

"Even if he wants to raise an army to investigate, he will go to Hetun first!"

And Cong Gang really felt that Feng Xinglang came here with a request tonight.

"If Hetun and Feng Xinglang have a showdown, our suspicions will be heightened!"

It seemed that subconsciously, Wei Kang didn't want to be Feng Xinglang's enemy. It's not just because Feng Xinglang is not an easy master to deal with.

"Don't worry, before we take action, even if Feng Xinglang thinks of Yan Bang, he won't be able to figure out the reason!"

After a slight pause, Cong Gang glanced sideways at Wei Kang, "Be smart and remember not to talk too much in front of Feng Xinglang!"

"Okay. Then if he comes, I will just avoid him!"

The best way to deal with Feng Xinglang is to avoid direct encounters with him.

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When Feng Xinglang came in, Wei Kang had automatically blocked himself.

Cong Gang was sitting in the flower-bedecked living room drinking tea, which gave him the warm feeling of having friends come from afar.

Looking at Cong Gang, who was surrounded by various potted plants with red flowers and green leaves, Feng Xinglang's handsome eyebrows frowned slightly.

"You make yourself look like an outsider who doesn't like the world...it's quite mysterious?"

What Feng Xinglang said in front of Cong Gang never sounded good. Subconsciously and ideologically, Feng Xinglang seemed to be one level above Cong Gang.

In other words, Cong Gang was just a dead life he picked up from a pool of blood in Chinatown!

Even Cong Gang's life should belong to him, Feng Xinglang! But Cong Gang lived with such arrogance, which made Feng Xinglang very unhappy.

Perhaps in Feng Xinglang's view, Yan Bang and he were equal; and Cong Gang was about to be inferior to him!

But Cong Gang wanted to act like he was superior to Feng Xinglang. Of course Feng Xinglang wouldn't look good on him.

"Why are you marching in person at such a late hour? Don't you have to warm up your wife and children at home?"

Cong Gang's mood never worsened because of Feng Xinglang's cynicism. He always looks as calm as a rock.

In Feng Xinglang's eyes, there was only one word left: 'cheap'!

"Cong Gang, why do I want to beat you up so much?"

Seeing Cong Gang's calm expression, Feng Xinglang couldn't help but want to punch Cong Gang away from the excessive calmness on his face.

"You will have this opportunity! In the near future!"

Cong Gang's words are profound.

Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes slightly and asked tentatively: "Listen to what you said...did you do anything behind my back to make me feel sorry for you?"

"Then I won't give you the chance to beat me! I take back what I just said!"

Cong Gang's tepid tone of voice was really unpleasant to listen to.

"You don't have to wait for the near future! I can beat you up right now!"

Feng Xinglang threw aside the purpose of coming here, and struck Cong Gang with an uppercut on the cheek that made him look extremely unhappy.

The expected result: Cong Gang gracefully avoided Feng Xinglang's attack.

If Feng Xinglang can beat Cong Gang, there is only one possibility: Cong Gang wants Feng Xinglang to beat him!

At this moment, Cong Gang obviously didn't want Feng Xinglang to hit him, so Feng Xinglang couldn't hit him!

"If you have the guts, don't hide!" Feng Xinglang hissed.

"If I really stand still and get beaten by you...it's no longer a question of whether I have a seed or not, but a question of IQ!"

Cong Gang felt that he had talked enough tonight.

Or maybe it's because he hasn't had such a close face-to-face encounter with his Second Master Feng for a long time.

Feng Xinglang withdrew his uppercut, lit a cigarette, and puffed out the smoke in a dry manner.

Cong Gang hated others smoking in front of him.

But when faced with Feng Xinglang, who deliberately put his conduct in a bad light, Cong Gang just remained silent.

If you don't let him smoke, he will only smoke more violently. Cong Gang, who had no choice but to remain silent, could only choose to remain silent.

"There's something I want you to do!"

After puffing out more than half of his cigarette, Feng Xinglang began the purpose of his trip.

Cong Gang was surrounded by passive smoke. He calmly waved the smoke around his nose with his hand, without showing any anger.

"I've been a little busy lately...I'll do it after a while!"

Cong Gang didn't ask what Feng Xinglang wanted him to do, neither promised nor refused.

"What the hell do you have to do? Are you trying to get Joe from me again?"

In Feng Xinglang's opinion, Cong Gang, a servant, should not be so disobedient to his master.

"Find an old enemy to talk to!"

Cong Gang didn't beat around the bush, but he wasn't honest either.

"Old enemy? Yan Bang?"

Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes slightly and asked in a low voice.

"Didn't I tell you before: Yan Bang is not on my list!"

Cong Gang met Feng Xinglang's sharp eyes and remained calm as he responded.

"Who is that? Tell me! Maybe I can even help you!"

Feng Xinglang leaned deeply into the soft fabric with a lazy posture, resting his strong legs on the coffee table in front of Cong Gang.

An awe-inspiring attitude of ‘I am your uncle’.

"When the time comes, I will ask you to help me with this."

Cong Gang's words sounded honest.

Although Cong Gang didn't reject him, he didn't seem to agree. In Feng Xinglang's opinion, the phrase 'after a while' was just a delaying tactic.

"Then you can lend me your Wei Kang for a few days...is that okay?"

After a slight pause, Feng Xinglang added, "Please move your giant Buddha and use your soldiers. You won't refuse to give me this face, right?"

"It only takes a few days! I hope Mr. Feng will calm down for a while! In fact, I can guess what you want to tell me to do!"

Cong Gang's words sounded sincere, even using the word "you".

Feng Xinglang's handsome eyebrows raised, "Can you really guess what I want you to do?"

Cong Gang smiled nonchalantly, "Actually, I'm quite surprised that you can make such a decision!"