Chapter 909 The Method Is Cruel, but Effective!

There was a loud "bang", and Hetun hit the coffee table hard with an angry fist.

The tea in the cup vibrated;

The blue veins popping up on Hetun's resolute face were enough to show how angry he was at this moment.

Just now, Hetun received a call from Xing Twelve, reporting to him the results of Feng Tuantuan's paternity test.

The results of the paternity test showed that Feng Xinglang was not Feng Tuantuan’s biological father!

There is no blood relationship between Hetun and Feng Tuantuan.

In other words: Hetun's dream was shattered. Feng Tuantuan was not his granddaughter, nor the biological daughter of his son Alang!

The paternity tests were conducted at three authoritative testing agencies near Pettburg, and the results showed without exception: Feng Tuantuan was not a descendant of his Xing family! That was his Hetun territory, there was no mistake about it!

In other words, the paternity test in Shanghai was tampered with?

The reason why Hetun was so angry was not only because of the loss of his granddaughter, but also because he, a majestic and heroic figure, was secretly and cruelly teased!

Can Hetun not be angry?

I spent the whole day catching eagles, only to be pecked in the eye by the eagle! ! !

"What kind of appraisal agency did Old Twelve find? How dare you even play tricks on me, Hetun? Oh, do you think you have a long life?"

Hetun hissed in a low voice, and the deep anger reverberated in his abdomen and was about to burst out of his chest!

"Father, please calm down. I think the first thing to do now is to find your only grandson. On the 15th, he... has been taken away from Shanghai by Lin Xueluo for four days. As for the appraisal agency, it can't hide from Chu. One can’t escape fifteen!”

Xing Ba reminded kindly.

"Yes, yes, I'm so anxious! Have you found out where Lin Xueluo took Fifteen?"

The sweet dream of a 'granddaughter' was no longer possible, so Hetun was particularly concerned about his only grandson.

"We found out: Lin Xueluo and her son went to a place called Shipi County with the caring volunteers from the welfare home."

"Shipi County? What is it? How far is it from Shencheng?"

"A remote place in a half plateau and half mountainous area! It's about forty hours away."

"Semi-plateau and semi-mountainous area? Why did Xueluo bring Shishi to such poor mountains and harsh waters?"

Hetun was angry again.

"..."

In fact, Xing Ba wanted to say: I’m not angry with you!

"Father, please don't worry. I heard that Feng Xinglang left for Shipi County yesterday and should arrive tomorrow."

"No! Lao Ba, you ask Lao Wu to prepare the car, and we will leave for Shipi County now. I made him angry. If Fifteen is bumped into, how will I explain to Alang!"

This time, Hetun finally had a once-in-a-lifetime self-knowledge!

"Father, I'd better go with Lao Wu. The road in Shipi County is long and rugged, so you can just wait."

Xing Ba did not want to leave behind the hard work of his adoptive father Hetun. Although sometimes he doesn't quite agree with what Hetun does.

"How can I wait any longer! Let Lao Wu prepare the car and we'll set off now!"

At this moment, Hetun wished he could spread his wings and fly to Shipi County, take his only grandson into his arms and love him well.

Seeing that his adoptive father Hetun was angry, Xing Ba didn't dare to ask more about how to deal with Feng Tuantuan.

Worried that the adoptive father would be unhappy and blurt out: ‘solve it on the spot’, that would be troublesome!

Although Feng Tuantuan is not Feng Xinglang's biological child, she should be Feng Lixin's daughter. Hetun's order was just a matter of words, but the consequences could not be imagined!

What's more, Hetun is still a very cruel and ruthless person: Feng Tuantuan is no longer his biological granddaughter, and she was also used to severely humiliate him...

Therefore, Xing Ba did not ask his adoptive father Hetun for Xing Twelve how to deal with Feng Tuantuan, who was only 4 years old.

After all, children are innocent, right?

However, according to Xing Twelve's nature and temper, he will definitely bring that little clingy man Feng Tuantuan with him back to Shencheng to return his life to his adoptive father Hetun.

Xing Twelve has never been a adopted son who is good at making decisions!

It is precisely because of his obedience and loyalty that he can win more favor from Hetun.

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Feng Xinglang's body was covered with old injuries: on his legs, on his arms, as well as on his abdomen and shoulders; he was already covered in scars.

Although most of the old injuries had healed on the surface, his vitality had been severely damaged after all. After repeated jolts and multiple impacts, Feng Xinglang almost fainted.

Perhaps it was because Jiren had his own destiny, or perhaps Feng Xinglang's fate should not have been cut off. His off-road vehicle got stuck on a few pitch pines halfway up the mountain.

Looking down from the windshield that was broken into spider webs, we could see the rapids of the river, rolling in the heavy yellow water.

If it really falls, the only way left is to destroy the car and kill people!

Feng Xinglang tried to move his limbs and found that his left arm and leg were in severe pain.

The scratch on his left arm can be tolerated, but his left leg... seems to be broken again.

"Creak", a series of snapping sounds of branches reminded Feng Xinglang: If he couldn't find a way to leave the off-road vehicle, the end result would be to be buried with the off-road vehicle in this brown mud-like river with turbid waves!

Feng Xinglang sighed cautiously, and when he looked around, he found the cell phone dropped at the door on the right side of the car.

With a 'click' sound, Feng Xinglang unbuckled his seat belt first and reached over to pick up his phone...

With a crisp "crack", the pine tree broke again as a warning, and the front of the car fell half a meter as Feng Xinglang's center of gravity changed.

Feng Xinglang clearly realized that he could not waste any more time, as these pine trees could not support the weight of the off-road vehicle.

Fortunately, the left door opened effortlessly, "crack"...

When the pine tree issued a third warning, Feng Xinglang ignored the piercing pain in his left leg, and got out of the off-road vehicle in pain. He swung over and hugged another pine branch, and climbed to the root of the pine tree in one go.

Before Feng Xinglang had time to catch his breath, he heard the off-road vehicle falling into the turbid waves of the cliff.

Finally, he saved his life temporarily!

But Feng Xinglang did not have the joy of rebirth after the disaster. When he looked up at the mountain road that was about 70 or 80 meters high above his head, he became depressed again.

The pain in his left leg came one after another, and Feng Xinglang gritted his teeth.

It should be broken!

Feng Xinglang broke two branches and temporarily fixed his broken leg with a tie and a belt.

He looked up again at the mountain road more than 70 meters high above his head, and Feng Xinglang gave up the idea of ​​climbing up with his broken leg.

Even if he really climbed up, his broken leg would have been useless!

Feng Xinglang didn't want to spend the rest of his life between a wheelchair and crutches!

The sky in the east was already pale, but fortunately it was slowly getting brighter. Feng Xinglang adjusted his breathing to restore his strength while listening carefully to the movement above.

For a long time, there was no sound of people or vehicles passing by.

The only thing that could make Feng Xinglang relax was the beautiful scenery on the hillside.

A red glow slowly expanded its range, strengthened its brightness, and crossed the beautiful landscape.

At this moment, Feng Xinglang, who was enduring severe pain, was inevitably a little depressed.

If I had just fallen into the canyon with the off-road vehicle, my life would have stopped instantly.

Will there be any regrets?

Yes, and no!

There is a wife who loves me deeply but has no confidence in me as a husband; there is a son who calls me a "bastard"; there is a good brother who regards me as his life; and there is a mother who endures humiliation and becomes another man's mistress for her life...

He is only in his thirties, at the age when a man is full of vigor and vitality. If he dies so young, it would be really sad!

Feng Xinglang tried to shout a few times towards the mountain road, but most of his voice was swallowed up by the angry waves. Very few of them could reach the mountain road.

The small stones thrown up only hit a place more than fifty meters away.

It was not until around ten o'clock in the afternoon that Feng Xinglang vaguely heard the sound of a farm vehicle driving on the mountain road.

Feng Xinglang immediately gathered all his strength and shouted for help towards the mountain road.

But even though Feng Xinglang shouted until his throat was about to smoke, the farm vehicle did not stop, and finally drove away with a "thump thump thump".

The turbid river water was roaring, and the cliff was steep. There was a distance of 70 to 80 meters. It was difficult for the people above to hear and find him just by shouting for help.

While groping, Feng Xinglang took out a lighter from his trouser pocket.

There is help!

Feng Xinglang pulled a pile of dry grass around the pine tree, lit the lighter to locate the wind direction, and chose a place that would not affect the pine tree he was sitting on. He lit the pile of dry grass and piled the green pine branches on it to create thick smoke.

As time went by, Feng Xinglang felt that his broken leg was losing consciousness bit by bit.

Although he had been treated to stop bleeding and fix it, if he continued to waste his life like this, I am afraid that by the time someone came to rescue him, this leg would be useless.

Hunger and fatigue hit Feng Xinglang, and he felt that his breathing was becoming more and more labored.

Am I really going to die here unjustly?

After waiting for another two or three hours, Feng Xinglang could no longer hold on and fell asleep in a daze.

"Pada da da..."

Feng Xinglang was awakened by the stones that fell on the mountain road.

Then there was a sharp brake sound. It should be an off-road vehicle with excellent performance.

Feng Xinglang opened his mouth to shout, but his voice was so hoarse that he could hardly hear it clearly.

Hunger and blood loss almost drained all of Feng Xinglang's strength, and he was completely limp.

If he continued to waste time, he would really die in this canyon where no one could help him.

Feng Xinglang lit the lighter and let the flame burn the palm of his hand so that he could regain consciousness in an instant.

The method was cruel, but it worked!

"There are living people in the canyon... Is there anyone... please help me!"

But he could only watch the SUV start up again and then drive away!