Chapter 857 That Bitch...

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The only biological father of Feng Xinglang that Bai Mo could think of was Feng Yishan!

It's just that Feng Yishan has been dead for many years and turned into ashes. It's unlikely that he would cheat his body and sneak into the tomb!

With a 'pop' sound, Feng Xinglang smashed the cards in his hand on the table in displeasure, then Xuan Han stood up and left without looking back with a cold face.

"Feng Xinglang," Yan Bang rarely calls him by his first name, "if you just leave like this, aren't you afraid that I will bring someone to 'send off' your biological father?"

In Yan Bang's opinion, Feng Xinglang played bridge with him so patiently just because he wanted to supervise Yan Bang!

So that his biological father Hetun could leave Shanghai smoothly?

"Yan Bang, your life is your own! No matter how much others protect you, but you treat your own life as nothing, then your life will only be nothing!"

In other words, to put it more plainly: You can die as you please, but I don’t want to offend you anymore!

Watching the tall and muscular figure leave the living room, the muscles on Yan Bang's scar-covered face were beating vigorously.

What's going on?

Bai Mo was really shocked by the riddle-like conversation between Yan Bang and Feng Xinglang.

Is this friendship boat about to capsize?

"Brother Bang, please calm down..."

Bai Mo saw Yan Bang's scarred face filled with anger, and he couldn't help but feel a little scared in his heart.

This is really like accompanying you like a tiger!

Can you play bridge like this? If you are not careful, you will get burned!

"Get out... get out! Get out of here!"

Yan Bang's accumulated anger exploded instantly, and he roared at Bai Mo and several waiters with a vein-protruding hiss.

Then, the sound of crackling and smashing came from the living room.

There is no doubt that Yan Bang's out-of-control lion is going crazy again.

Why use ‘and’?

Since Yan Bang came back to Yulong City, there has been no calm. He took out the humiliation he suffered on others and beat and scolded his subordinates.

His tyrant behavior has reached the point where it is difficult to describe!

If this continues, the entire Yulong City will be destroyed!

It will only be a matter of time before it is shut down and banned by the Yamen.

Outside the living room door, three muscular men like door panels stood at attention.

"Second Master." Seeing Feng Xinglang walking out of the living room, seemingly angry, they looked at each other.

"Yeah." Feng Xinglang just hummed and walked toward the elevator in the corridor with a cold handsome face.

After taking two steps, he turned back again.

"Is there a fire?"

Accompanied by the roaring, cursing and smashing sounds in the living room, Feng Xinglang leisurely leaned against the wall and smoked a cigarette.

The knuckles between his fingers are very distinct, concealing the man's sense of strength.

The gesture of lighting the cigarette ashes was very gentlemanly; it was in sharp contrast to the loud and violent sounds in the living room.

The three poker faces didn't go in, and it didn't matter if they didn't go in. They all seemed to be waiting for Feng Xinglang's instructions.

Feng Xinglang, on the other hand, had an expression without any unnecessary expression!

With a 'clang', Bai Mo was knocked out of the living room, almost rolling.

This world is so cruel that even playing bridge can put your life in danger!

“Brother Lang, you haven’t left yet?”

Seeing Feng Xinglang leaning against the wall and smoking leisurely, Bai Mo's handsome face instantly became bitter.

"Brother Lang, my second master... Brother Bang made such a fuss in the room, didn't you hear me?"

In fact, Bai Mo really wanted to say: You, Feng Xinglang, walked away as soon as you smashed the cards, but you left me to the violent Yan Bang, and almost lost my life. Isn't this too unkind?

"Got a gun?"

"have."

Feng Xinglang stubbed out the cigarette between his fingers on the wall, took the gun from the close bodyguard, and walked towards the living room.

Bai Mo felt bad when he saw Feng Xinglang holding a gun and trying to go in.

"Brother Lang, Brother Lang, calm down! The entire Yulong City belongs to Brother Bang. He can smash it as much as he likes!"

Bai Mo thought Feng Xinglang went in with the gun to deal with Yan Bang. Thinking that even if Yan Bang gets angry or something, he won't need to use a gun! Then the problem is serious!

"Then you go in and put out the fire for him?"

Feng Xinglang pushed the gun in his hand to Bai Mo.

Bai Mo immediately let go of his hand to stop Feng Xinglang, "Then, please take it easy! Harmony is the most precious thing between brothers!"

Feng Xinglang patted Bai Mo's shoulder comfortingly, then turned and entered Yan Bang's living room.

In the living room, Yan Bang poured himself a drink.

The muscles on his face were twisted, making him look truly ferocious.

‘Pa’, Feng Xinglang slapped the gun in his hand on the table in front of Yan Bang.

Seeing the gun, Yan Bang suddenly laughed like a maniac. With a stab, he roughly tore open the clothes in front of his chest, revealing his exaggerated bodybuilder-like figure. muscle.

"Come on, come on, shoot me! Aim carefully, don't let your hands shake!"

To be honest, Yan Bang looked like he was committing suicide, and Feng Xinglang really wanted to go up and slap him in the face to wake him up.

"I really hope to die in your hands, Feng Xinglang! Really! I dream of it!"

Yan Bang stared at Feng Xinglang and moved his chest closer.

That bitch...

Feng Xinglang took a deep breath and took another deep breath. He was really worried that if he lost control, he would be the slave of Yan Bang!

"Yan Bang, let's be more relaxed!"

Feng Xinglang quickly picked up the gun from the table, and instead of raising it towards Yan Bang, he put it against his temple.

"What are you going to do?"

Although Yan Bang knew clearly that Feng Xinglang, who had a wife and children, would not do such stupid suicidal behavior, he still asked nervously.

"Multiple choice question, choose one of two: Do ​​you want me as your brother; or do you want to take your revenge?"

Anger and bad habits can sometimes be contagious.

Hetun's bad behavior of asking people to do multiple-choice questions was not only transmitted to Cong Gang, but also to his own son Feng Xinglang.

Yan Bang's lips wriggled stiffly a few times, and there was an unclear meaning in his bloodshot eyes.

"Brothers also want it, and they also want revenge!"

He hissed every word.

With a 'pop' sound, Feng Xinglang hit Yan Bang's forehead with the butt of his gun.

"You're a fucking idiot! Do you understand the multiple-choice questions? You can only choose one!"

Feng Xinglang raised his breath and solemnly repeated again, "Do you want me as a brother, or do you want revenge?"

Yan Bang stared deeply into Feng Xinglang's sharp and cold eyes, and slowly a strange smile appeared on his scarred face.

"I want you!"

After finishing speaking, Yan Bang rushed toward Feng Xinglang like a black bear...

*******

Outside the door of the living room, Bai Mo watched the changes with three muscular men.

There were actually sounds of fighting inside, and it became more and more intense.

what happened?

Feng Xinglang went in. For Yan Bang, shouldn't it be a cure-all? Why are they still fighting?

"Master Mo, do we want to go in and take a look?"

"No rush...wait a moment! Let them fight for a while first!"

Bai Mo was selfish: If Feng Xinglang and Yan Bang were fighting, Feng Xinglang could still fight back; if he went in, he would only be beaten!

If even Feng Xinglang can't hold Yan Bang, then no one can! Including him Bai Mo.

The "bang" sound of a gunshot startled Bai Mo severely.

Really fired? There's going to be trouble!

Bai Mo didn't dare to wait any longer and ordered three muscular men to break through the door.

Yan Bang and Feng Xinglang were fighting at close range.

No gun was found in Yan Bang's hand.

The gun should be in Feng Xinglang's hand...could it be Feng Xinglang who fired the gun?

Yan Bang felt his body and didn't find any pain, but his white shirt was stained with blood.

"Lang...Lang...where are you injured?"

It was obvious that the blood on Yan Bang's shirt belonged to Feng Xinglang.

As Yan Bang slowly turned over, the gun in Feng Xinglang's hand appeared bit by bit.

"Lang Ge..."

Bai Mo was shocked to find that the sleeve of Feng Xinglang's smoky gray shirt on his left arm was stained red with blood.

"Why is it still standing there? Call the doctor!"

Yan Bang roared hysterically.

*******

Feng Xinglang was sent back to Feng's family by Bai Mo.

Xueluo is teaching her son Linnuo to recognize simple Chinese characters in the living room.

You don’t need him to be able to write, just that these Chinese characters can look familiar to the little thing.

"Sister-in-law, I brought Brother Lang back for you." Bai Mo said with a sigh.

Originally, Feng Xinglang didn't want Bai Mo to send him back, but between Yan Bang's bodyguards and Bai Mo, Feng Xinglang reluctantly chose Bai Mo.

"Xinglang, what's wrong with your arm?"

When Bai Mo helped Feng Xinglang to sit down on the sofa, Xueluo was shocked to find that her husband's arm was tied with a bandage.

"Well, I encountered some gangsters bullying a little girl on the road. When Lang Ge saw the injustice, he drew a knife to help... and he accidentally cut his arm by the gangsters."

Bai Mo's story is pretty smooth.

"Is the injury serious?"

Xueluo stepped forward distressedly and wanted to hold the man's arm, but was worried that the second touch would hurt the man.

"It's not serious! It's just a skin injury!"

Feng Xinglang smiled slightly and did not shy away from the fact that Bai Mo was still there, so he gave his wife a wolfish kiss on the cheek where he felt sad about him.

"Feng Xinglang, you are so low, you can't even beat a few gangsters!"

Although the little thing also feels sorry for his biological father, he probably has seen too many bloody scenes, and the skin injuries on his arms are too common.

"Some people have knives, but your father and I are using my bare hands."

Feng Xinglang completed the story Bai Mo made up.

"If you lose the fight, you lose the fight. You'll lose face anyway, so don't be embarrassed! Your own son won't laugh at you!"

The little guy snuggled up and gently patted Feng Xinglang's arm under the bandage.

Feng Xinglang gritted his teeth in pain, but showed a smile of "I don't feel any pain" and "I don't mind" in front of his son.

"Is it because your little girl is so beautiful that you are working so hard?!"

Xueluo complained to the man with great distress.