Chapter 828 Hatred Belongs to Others, but the Body Belongs to Oneself!

Xue Luo seemed to realize that Cong Gang had not appeared since Feng Xinglang disappeared.

"Is his name Cong Gang?" He Tun asked back.

Searching the list of people he knew, there should be no one named Cong Gang.

"Where does he live? Can you contact him?" He Tun asked again in a hurry.

Xue Luo was stunned for a moment, "Mr. Xing, do you suspect him? Cong Gang... He has no reason to kidnap Xinglang! He has always been Xinglang's patron saint."

"This is a different time! A few months ago, Alang and I were sworn enemies; and now, I have become Alang's biological father! Things are unpredictable!"

He Tun narrowed his eyes slightly and began to recall every detail about Cong Gang.

"What about the purpose? What is Cong Gang's purpose?"

"Maybe he didn't have a purpose a few months ago! Now he should have one!"

He Tun looked at Xing Ba with sharp eyes, "Old Ba, you have come into contact with Cong Gang, what are his methods?"

Five years ago, when on the cruise ship, Xing Twelve had not followed from Petburg; the only ones who had come into contact with Cong Gang were Xing San and Xing Ba.

Xing Ba narrowed his already narrow eyes slightly, and after thinking for a few seconds, he answered He Tun: "I think his methods are very similar to ours."

He Tun's resolute face became deeper and deeper. The scar at the end of his eye became more and more hideous and cold.

Subconsciously, he reached out and touched the scar at the end of his eye.

"Xue Luo, can you find Cong Gang?" He Tun asked.

Xue Luo nodded, but shook her head again.

"Every time Feng Xinglang has something to do, Cong Gang will show up! I have never been able to contact him, let alone where he lives! I contacted him through Ye Shinian before, so when I went back to Petburg, I went to find Wei Kang first..."

"Wei Kang? Isn't he Yan Bang's subordinate?" Xing Twelve asked anxiously.

Xue Luo didn't know much about the relationship between Wei Kang and Cong Gang, or Yan Bang.

"It seems that there are still remnants of Cong Gang in Yulong City!" He Tun frowned.

"I know where that weirdo lives! He has a haunted house that is like a maze. There are also many flowers and plants, and a very large pool, which is full of smelly things..."

Little Lin Nuo has been to He Cong Gang's haunted house. He was not afraid, but he liked the layout inside.

"Fifteen, do you know how to get to Cong Gang's haunted house? Where is it roughly?" Xing Twelve asked.

The little guy was stunned and scratched his head with his hands, "I don't know... When I went there that time, it was pitch black outside... I couldn't see the road... It was the guy called Wei Kang who took me there."

"Wei Kang again!" He Tun hissed.

"I can contact Wei Kang... Just two days ago, I went to GK Venture Capital to find him. He said... He said Xinglang disappeared on his own, and he also said that he might have teamed up with Yan Bang..."

Vaguely, Xue Luo felt that Wei Kang's words at that time had the meaning of leading her into a thinking trap.

"Old Eight, you and Xue Luo go to Alang's company to find Wei Kang! Twelve and I will go to Yulong City again."

A week ago.

When Feng Xinglang woke up, he was already in an unfamiliar environment.

A cramped and small suite with all the daily necessities.

Except for the fatigue and weakness, there were no other obstacles to his movements.

"Are you awake? Here's your dinner."

Outside the iron fence, a tray of food was pushed in; the person who brought food to Feng Xinglang was a muscular bearded man.

"Who are you? Where is this?"

"My name is Yan Nawa, you can call me Cong Si."

"Chong Si?"

Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes slightly. Why do I feel that this Chong Si is exactly the same as the one called Chong San in Yulong City?

"Who is your master?"

Feng Xinglang was extremely unhappy about being forcibly imprisoned in a narrow and cramped space. Perhaps it was his unfortunate and miserable childhood that made him hate such treatment even more.

"You will see him in a few days!"

As the Thai man named Cong Si finished speaking, Feng Xinglang rushed towards the fence door as fast as a cheetah and grabbed Cong Si's collar.

"Let your master come to see me! Right now!"

"My master said: You can't beat me! But you're smarter than me, so I won't get close to you!"

Perhaps it was the sequelae of the anesthetic, Feng Xinglang's physical strength had not yet fully recovered; under Cong Si's twisting, Feng Xinglang was pushed away by him.

"Tell me, who is your master?"

"He asked you to wait for him patiently for a few days."

After saying that, Cong Si left, and after vigorously slamming the iron bars a few times, the entire detention room fell into endless oppressive silence again.

My carbohydrate body couldn't break through this iron wall, and Feng Xinglang calmed down.

The Italian black pepper beef fillet stewed noodles on the table next to him still had a rich aroma; this smell really mobilized Feng Xinglang's hunger element. He stared at the plate of beef fillet stewed noodles quietly.

A minute later, he picked up the fork and took a bite...

This taste is really too familiar. It suits Feng Xinglang's taste very well.

After taking two quick bites, he stopped and began to chew slowly.

With a loud "clang", Feng Xinglang slammed the fork in his hand onto the table; in anger, he also smashed the plate of Italian beef tenderloin stewed pasta that suited his taste onto the ground.

"Cong Gang, fuck you! Hurry up and die!"

A plate of Italian black pepper beef tenderloin stewed noodles, still familiar taste; it is also one of Feng Xinglang's favorite foods.

Sometimes, the brain is not the only organ to remember a person;

It may also be the taste buds, or it may be a hungry stomach!

In the monitoring room, seeing the angry Feng Xinglang, Cong Gang's lips hid a barely perceptible smile.

"Boss, how did Feng Xinglang...know it was you?"

Wei Kang was a little surprised. It has only been a few hours since Feng Xinglang was arrested; and it has only been a few minutes since he woke up, and Feng Xinglang actually realized that it was Cong Gang who did it?

"It can only show that your Second Master Feng is smart enough!" Cong Gang said lightly.

"Then what should we do now?"

Looking at the restless Feng Xinglang, Wei Kang felt more and more troubled. Feng Xinglang is like a thorn, it is really hard to serve.

"Wait with him!"

Cong Gang's eyes have been caught on Feng Xinglang in the monitor. He didn't move his eyes away for a long time.

Ten minutes later, Cong Gang left the monitoring room.

Fifteen minutes later, another plate of Italian black pepper beef fillet noodles was pushed in.

"My master said: Hatred belongs to others, but your body belongs to you! If you smash it again, you will only starve!"