Chapter 835 Dirty Thoughts

Xing Er sighed slightly: This kid, after so many years, still refuses to let go of hatred!

Perhaps he has lived his whole life for hatred and has been destroyed by hatred!

Songtai, that is, Cong Gang, is very talented in Xing Er's opinion. At least he is more intelligent than his father.

It's just that Cong Gang's life has been stuck in the horns of hatred; his life seems to be bleak.

But Xing Er learned that: Over the years, at least since five years ago, Songtai has been serving Feng Xinglang.

Xing Er more or less learned from Lin Xueluo about the relationship between Songtai and Feng Xinglang.

At least five years ago, Songtai didn't know the relationship between Feng Xinglang and Hetun.

And now, the reason why Feng Xinglang and Lin Nuo are used to threaten Hetun may be just a temporary idea.

This time, there is still a good chance of winning. Two chips, one big and one small, are enough to make Hetun surrender.

What's more, Hetun is eager to express his father's heart to Feng Xinglang!

The short cobblestone path was covered by dead trees. There might be some hidden secrets covered with it.

A stone was close to the ground, rolled over the cobblestone path in a flipping manner, and stopped at the steps of the villa. Feeling that this test was not enough, Xing Er's close bodyguard set his coat on fire and threw it over.

After catching the moving heat source, dozens of steel needles flashing with cold light shot out from both sides of the door frame of the villa and hit the moving heat source.

The climbing rope was shot onto the roof of the villa, and two night walkers climbed up the wall covered with ivy with the help of a lift.

Ten minutes later, several micro-explosions were heard in the villa, and then the door of the villa was opened from the inside.

The whole house was filled with the smell of some kind of Chinese herbal medicine. It didn't seem very strong.

After Xing Ba sniffed it lightly, he confirmed that these smells were not deadly toxins, and then he called Xing Er to go in.

The living room of the villa seemed to still have the smell of people just leaving.

It should be when they were rushing to the intersection of Panshan Road that the people inside evacuated from the villa. The people inside should know everything about what happened outside.

"Second brother, Cong Gang should have left soon, should we chase him?"

"No need! With Songtai's means, you can't catch up with him!"

Xing Er's hand with a black leather glove gently touched the flowers and plants, "Old Eight, you and Heizi go to see what is hidden in the basement! Be careful, don't hurt yourself!"

Because Xing Er knew: the living thing hidden in the basement should not be Feng Xinglang, so he was too lazy to check it himself.

He knew that it was a living thing that Songtai deliberately left for him. Otherwise, it would be easy for Songtai to kill that living thing.

Looking at the potted plants that almost took up half of the living room, Xing Er frowned slightly.

The flowers and plants grew lushly, and it must have taken a lot of energy and thought.

It seems that Songtai wants to use this way of self-cultivation to cover up the strong hatred in his heart.

Xing Er really didn't expect Songtai to be alive. He thought Songtai had died long ago, died in that desperate fight.

Cong Songtai, who was alone, was only in his early twenties, how could he be the opponent of the cunning Hetun! What's more, Hetun had so many followers around him.

Things in this world are really dramatic.

Perhaps Cong Gang himself didn't expect that the person who saved his life in Chinatown would be Hetun's biological son!

Revenge, it seems that everything has returned to the starting point.

Cong Gang used his lifesaver as a bargaining chip to threaten Hetun to surrender.

Three minutes later, Xing Ba hurried out of the basement.

"Brother, the person locked in the basement is Yan Bang!"

"Yan Bang?"

Xing Er frowned slightly, "Is he the one who has improper thoughts about Xing Lang?"

"Yes! I thought he escaped from Shencheng, but I didn't expect that he fell into Cong Gang's hands. It's really tragic!"

Xing Ba couldn't help but feel sorry for Yan Bang. Although he couldn't understand Yan Bang's willingness to go through fire and water for Feng Xinglang!

Xing Er thought for a few seconds and said lightly: "Take me to see!"

In the dark basement, a sturdy man was tied to a load-bearing column.

It should have been washed by the water. The clothes on his body were tightly attached to his muscular body, and the whole person looked clean.

Xing Er's eyes swept from the top of Yan Bang's head, stayed at his waist for a second, and then swept to Yan Bang's feet.

Yan Bang had injuries on his body. But they were just some external injuries on the skin and flesh. He probably wanted to break free from the chains and strangled himself.

It must be said that Cong Gang is a person with mild mysophobia.

Even if it was just a basement, even if it was just a prisoner, everything was handled cleanly.

Yan Bang should rely on nutrient solution to maintain his life, so there is no peculiar smell.

Probably because he felt someone entered the basement, Yan Bang shook the chains on his body angrily. The nutrient solution can only maintain life, but cannot provide him with physical strength, so Yan Bang still looks very exhausted.

The blindfold and sealing tape were torn off. After adapting for a few seconds, Yan Bang could see the person in front of him clearly.

It was someone from Hetun!

"Yan Bang, you are really miserable. You finally escaped from our hands, but fell into Cong Gang's hands again?"

Xing Er sighed faintly. It was not ironic, but it was more piercing than irony.

"What do you want?"

Yan Bang's voice was hoarse and almost only his lips were left.

"You ended up like a stray dog ​​for Feng Xinglang... It's quite pitiful!"

Xing Er's eyes swept across Yan Bang's waist again. It seemed that he really began to sympathize with Yan Bang.

"I am happy! You don't need to sympathize with me!"

Yan Bang's voice was hoarse. He knew clearly that he would not have a good end if he fell into Xing Er's hands.

But a good death is obviously better than a bad life for him! It's better to be locked up in such a dark basement.

"Yan Bang, you should never have had dirty thoughts about Feng Xinglang!"

Xing Er's words gradually became sharp. It was a show of ruthlessness before the storm.

"Dad's business doesn't need you, a bastard, to care about it! Go to the side and cool off!" Yan Bang cursed.

"Perhaps you don't know yet: Feng Xinglang is actually the biological son of my adoptive father He Tun! My adoptive father would never allow his child to be thought of by a man with dirty thoughts! That's why you must die!"

Xing Er's words really shocked Yan Bang.

What shocked him was not that Yan Bang must die, but the relationship between Feng Xinglang and He Tun!

If Xing Er didn't tell him, he would never have thought until his death that He Tun would be Feng Xinglang's biological father!