Chapter 812 I only Treat You as a Dog!

One was deep, the other was evil, the two men looked at each other.

There was a strange feeling of tacit understanding, but it seemed that there were thousands of mountains and rivers between the two of them.

"You understand me so well?"

Feng Xinglang's voice rose slightly, and the eyes he looked at Cong Gang were covered with a thin layer of mist, as if to block Cong Gang from examining the depths of his heart.

"I don't understand you! I'm just guessing! How can you, a lowly person like me, be able to figure out your powerful wisdom?"

Cong Gang knew very well that Feng Xinglang was as cunning as a fox, and he didn't like others trying to figure out his thoughts. So Cong Gang immediately changed his tune.

Even though Feng Xinglang smiles like a gentleman on the surface, he might have some bad intentions in his stomach now.

"So humble?"

Feng Xinglang slightly narrowed his cold eyes, "Cong Gang, your flattery tonight...is a bit too much! It makes people feel particularly unreal, with a hint of hypocrisy."

Cong Gang was silent.

As expected, you must be careful when talking to Feng Xinglang. He will pick up clues from your every word and action.

"If you disobey you, you don't like it; if you flatter you, you still don't like it... Feng Xinglang, you are really difficult to maintain!"

Cong Zheng seemed to sigh slightly.

"Difficult to serve? Have you served me recently?"

Feng Xinglang moved his legs that were resting on the coffee table, leaned forward and got closer to Cong Gang, "What I want is your loyalty!"

Cong Gang remained silent. Maybe not answering is the best answer at this moment.

"Tell me, what sneaky things have you been busy with lately?"

Intuition told Feng Xinglang: Cong Gang must be hiding something shady. Even when talking to him, he lost the rebelliousness before, but had more flattery that made Feng Xinglang uncomfortable.

Cong Gang looked deeply into Feng Xinglang's eyes, and a trace of unnoticeable sadness faded away.

"Feng Xinglang, when you picked me up from Chinatown... did you ever think that one day I would be infested with tigers?"

When asked this question, Cong Gang's eyes were particularly sincere.

Feng Xinglang's eyelids drooped slightly, he picked up a small tea cup and drank it all in one gulp.

"I never thought of you as a tiger! I only thought of you as a dog!"

Feng Xinglang raised his handsome eyebrows and asked again: "You dog, are you planning to bite me, your master?"

Cong Gang had long been accustomed to Feng Xinglang's arrogant attitude and was not angry because he evaluated himself as a dog.

It seems that no harsh words can anger Cong Gang!

Cong Gang was silent, not knowing what he was thinking. There was a look of uncertainty on the thin face.

"Are you really thinking about biting me, my master?"

Cong Gang's silence was regarded by Feng Xinglang as a kind of acquiescence.

"You want me to die...why risk your life to save me again and again? To repay the favor? Is the repayment of favor over and the beginning of revenge?"

While Feng Xinglang was analyzing, he looked directly into Cong Gang's eyes, trying to find clues from Cong Gang's facial expression.

"Feng Xinglang, in my lifetime, as long as I live, I will not let you die first!"

Feng Xinglang couldn't understand the gray meaning in Cong Gang's eyes.

After a pause for several seconds, Feng Xinglang smiled vaguely, "I'm so touched!"

His knuckled fingers habitually caressed his chin, "If I get sick and die until my life hangs by a thread, but you are still alive and well, is it possible that you still have to 'die first to respect me'?"

Die first as a sign of respect?

This humor is so cold...

"Don't worry, my scarred body cannot survive you! You will definitely outlive me!"

Cong Gang's eyebrows relaxed a little.

Glancing at the scars on Cong Gang's arm, Feng Xinglang frowned, "Then go die now! Stop wasting food in this world! Just leave Wei Kang for me!"

When the topic of 'death' was mentioned, Feng Xinglang suddenly became angry.

Whether it's the arrogant Yan Bang or the weird Cong Gang, they are all his good brothers to Feng Xinglang through life and death.

Now one of them has disappeared without any news; the other talks about life and death lightly, which really makes Feng Xinglang very unhappy.

"I can't die now! In a few days... whether I live or die, it's up to you!"

Cong Gang's expression was calm.

This expression of speaking lightly about life and death will inevitably remind Feng Xinglang of Yan Bang.

Yan Bang would always say: He was ready to die violently on the streets that day.

"Fuck you!"

Feng Xinglang cursed in a low voice, then turned and left.

Cong Gang did not watch Feng Xinglang leave, but quietly looked at the cup from which Feng Xinglang had just drank tea.

Is the tea cool when people leave?

It wasn't until the arrogant roar of the engine gradually faded away that Wei Kang came up from the basement to the living room.

"Boss, you made it so obvious to Feng Xinglang... Will he be wary of us? If he is really wary of us, how can we capture him and use him as a bargaining chip?"

Cong Gang didn't want to answer this question, so he remained silent for a long time.

After a long while, Cong just asked quietly, "How is the takeover of Lao San's Yulong City going?"

"Hmm... there should be 60% to 70% supporters! The third child is very popular in Yulong City, much better than the cruel and violent Yan Bang!"

"Let the third child quit!"

"Quit? Now? This is the best time for us to take over Yulong City!"

Cong Gang turned his head and glanced at Wei Kang lightly, "How about I call you Boss?"

Wei Kang's expression suddenly changed, "I'll notify the third child immediately!"

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When Feng Xinglang arrived at Yulong City, the leaderless city was bustling with joy.

With the withdrawal of 'Chong San', all kinds of crooks are vying to become the boss of Yulong City.

The noisy sound of fighting returned to calm when Feng Xinglang appeared.

"Your boss is not dead yet! Are you all thinking of rebelling?"

With a low voice, Feng Xinglang angrily dragged the leading hecklers and beat them all over their heads.

When I got tired of punching, I moved to a chair and continued pounding.

Until Feng Xinglang leaned against the wall tiredly.

No one dares to fight back!

Firstly, it was because of Feng Xinglang's relationship with Yan Bang, and secondly, it was because of Feng Xinglang's status in Shanghai.

With blood all over his body, Feng Xinglang stumbled into Yan Bang's living room.

The living room that was damaged by the fire has been renovated long ago: it still has the original layout and furnishings; even the oversized sofa was custom-made according to the original style.

Feng Xinglang stood there and stared for a while, then fell straight down.

Da lay motionless on the sofa, quietly looking at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

Subconsciously, he felt that Yan Bang was in danger!