Chapter 945 Heart to Heart

The phrase "hearts are connected" was originally used to describe the mutual understanding between men and women in love;

Now, it is mostly used to describe the mutual understanding of each other's thoughts.

In fact, the person who knows Feng Xinglang best is not necessarily his wife Lin Xueluo; nor his brother Feng Lixin, who is as close as a brother; nor his good friend Yan Bang; but someone who has always had an ambiguous relationship with him!

He Tun has made full preparations. He wants to send Xing Shisi, who has never met, to his son Feng Xinglang as a close bodyguard, so as to ensure the safety of his son's family at close range!

Everything is ready, only the way to "send him" is missing!

If Xing Shisi is sent directly to Feng Xinglang as a bodyguard, 80% of the time he will get a blunt rejection!

So, He Tun thought of his daughter-in-law Lin Xueluo!

Even if Xueluo has any dissatisfaction with him as a father-in-law, He Tun believes that Xueluo will put the overall situation first, for the sake of her husband and son, and thus accept Xing Shisi.

It may be easier to get his son Feng Xinglang to accept Xing Shisi through Xueluo.

However...

If He Tun can think of it, then that person can think of it even more!

After all, he is 20 to 30 years younger than He Tun, and his thinking is more active than the aging He Tun!

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Feng Xinglang made an appointment with Yan Bang.

Of course, he didn't go to him to talk about life and ideals.

A stubborn person like Yan Bang probably can't change his nature even after he dies and enters the coffin!

Feng Xinglang came to find a bodyguard for himself, his wife and children.

Feng Xinglang doesn't want to use Yan Bang's people!

The person Feng Xinglang wants to find must have a clean background, be smart, but not scheming; be agile, but not scheming.

A blank sheet of paper can allow Feng Xinglang to outline and cultivate as he pleases!

This is the underground boxing arena of Yulong City.

To put it bluntly, it's a black boxing.

It's played here every day: people die for money, birds die for food!

Risking life for that meager reward!

In the middle of the arena, there is a square ring more than one meter high, 15 meters long and 15 meters wide.

As soon as Yan Bang pushed Feng Xinglang's wheelchair in, there were bursts of noise and shouting.

The screams and shouts caused by the excited hormones were like a tide, shaking Feng Xinglang's eardrums.

In fact, Feng Xinglang did not advocate these fighting and killing, and even felt a little disgusted.

Especially after he had a wife and children; so his handsome eyebrows slightly frowned.

Seeing that Feng Xinglang had been focusing on the young man on the stage, a middle-aged man in a well-dressed suit came up and approached Feng Xinglang and began to introduce Yan Bang like a sales pitch.

"Boss Yan, that young man is called Basong, a Chinese-Thai hybrid, 20 years old, and an orphan. He's good at boxing and can keep his cool. But he lacks experience..."

"This yellow-haired boy is too young! Find a calmer one for the second master!"

The young man named Basong has never caught Yan Bang's eye from the beginning.

In Yan Bang's opinion: it's really inappropriate to have a young boy follow Feng Xinglang!

And Feng Xinglang is in urgent need of manpower recently!

How can an inexperienced young man serve his second master Feng!

But Feng Xinglang doesn't think so: the boy looks very young, and his sweaty face is still childish. He wears a pair of loose shorts and walks very alertly; he looks embarrassed, but he steps on his own rhythm. His eyes are firm, like a trapped beast waiting for an opportunity; and his opponent is a muscular and strong adult man.

Most of the time, the boy was only cautiously keeping two or three steps away from his opponent, making full use of the width of the ring and circling around his opponent. Waiting for an opportunity to give his opponent a heavy punch...

And the muscular adult man looked like a cat playing with a mouse; but he looked a little angry because he failed to succeed for a while. Every punch he threw was fatal; but it seemed that the boy could escape danger every time.

The boy's advantages are very strong: alert and sharp, fast, extremely high understanding of boxing, and able to learn and apply in a very short time, with strong explosive power; the disadvantage is: his boxing is a bit messy, his body is not full, and his experience is obviously insufficient.

So, it is inevitable that he was defeated.

What defeated him was just the opponent's experience and routine!

In the backstage, in the corner of a room converted from a warehouse, the boy silently cleaned the wound.

Although there was obvious bleeding and redness around the cheek and shoulder, the boy did not suffer a fatal injury.

There was a plastic bag beside the boy, which contained his meager reward for his appearance: a little cash and some food.

In this dark underground boxing ring where the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy, losing is equivalent to having nothing.

Or you can only start all over again.

Seeing someone approaching, the boy subconsciously moved closer to the plastic bag at hand.

Looking up at Yan Bang and Feng Xinglang who stopped in front of him, the boy seemed to no longer be nervous about his plastic bag, but continued to treat his wounds.

Perhaps it was the luxurious materials on Yan Bang and Feng Xinglang that made the boy realize that they would not care about the shabby little money in his plastic bag.

But Feng Xinglang did the opposite.

"Bang, I want the things in his plastic bag! Get it for me!"

Feng Xinglang, who was inconvenient to move in a wheelchair, gave orders to Yan Bang.

"..."

Although Yan Bang didn't quite understand what Feng Xinglang wanted, he would give whatever Feng Erye wanted as long as he had it; even if he didn't have it, he would create conditions to satisfy his Feng Erye!

So, Yan Bang didn't even ask, and rushed forward to snatch the plastic bag next to the boy.

But Yan Bang's hand was empty!

Before Yan Bang made any moves, he had already taken a big step back with the plastic bag.

At this moment, the boy's sharpness and alertness were once again revealed.

Feng Xinglang's lips curled up with a faint smile.

"Fuck your mother! Dare to snatch things from your uncle Yan? And dare to hide?"

Yan Bang, who failed to succeed, was instantly angry, and the presence of Feng Xinglang further fueled his anger.

Yan Bang raised his fist and hit the boy; but the boy once again avoided danger.

Without waiting for Yan Bang to throw a second punch, he bent over and dodged from Yan Bang's waist, running towards the exit accurately.

Yan Bang ran after him.

If he really let this kid run away, he would lose both face and dignity in front of his master Feng.

He had to regain his dignity no matter what!

This was Yan Bang's territory. With his order, the boy could not run out of this underground "grave" with all exits closed. Even if he had wings, he could not fly out.

Half an hour later, the boy was pushed all the way by Yan Bang to Feng Xinglang.

"Kneel down!"

Yan Bang kicked the boy hard, and he knelt down in front of Feng Xinglang's wheelchair.

"Run? Run! Why don't you run? I told you to run!"

Yan Bang stepped on the boy's back, pressing his face hard to the ground.

"You dare to act wild on my territory, you are fucking tired of living!"

Yan Bang kicked the boy's head several times; the boy knew he couldn't escape, and he could only hold his head with both hands to protect his head from being severely injured.

Feng Xinglang, who was in a wheelchair, looked down at the boy kneeling beside his wheelchair.

"Do you need my help?"

He asked, with a friendly smile on his handsome face.

The boy raised his head and glanced at Feng Xinglang, slightly moved the corners of his lips, and lowered his head.

The man who was talking to him in the wheelchair was pushed in by Boss Yan; from the degree of concern when Boss Yan pushed him, it was obvious that they were in the same group. Asking him for help, will it work?

Yan Bang threw the robbed plastic bag to Feng Xinglang; Feng Xinglang took it and took a look: two hundred cash, some business flyers, two bottles of hemostatic and stasis-removing medicine, and some packaged hand-torn beef and bread.

Feng Xinglang tore open a bag of beef and pulled a piece into his mouth.

Very chewy, very filling.

Feng Xinglang ate it slowly.

Yan Bang looked at it for a while, then leaned over, pulled a piece from Feng Xinglang's hand and put it into his mouth to eat.

"Do you want to drink? Coffee or red wine?"

In the boy's eyes, every second of this leisurely mode was a disguised torture.

"Red wine! Go to your room to drink it later!"

Feng Xinglang's answer was... very amazing!

Yan Bang's rich eyes lit up instantly, "Leopard Head, go ask the chef to prepare the food!"

"Okay, Mr. Yan." Leopard Head retreated in response.

Feng Xinglang looked at the boy half-lying on the ground again: It seems that he is a smart kid who can read people's expressions!

"Do you need my help?"

Feng Xinglang asked again.

The boy moved the corners of his lips again, looking like he was making a decision.

After a long while, he nodded, "Yes."

"Unfortunately, your answer is too careless! Let's do this, I'll give you three days to think about it! After three days, we'll continue the conversation!"

After leaving these incredible words, Feng Xinglang was pushed away in his wheelchair by Yan Bang.

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In the extended and comfortable business car, Yan Bang laid Feng Xinglang's injured leg flat on the sofa and put a pillow on his back.

"Lang, you don't really like that young boy, do you?"

"Still hesitating."

Feng Xinglang sighed slightly, "But that guy looks good: he is smart and has a sharp mind."

"Smart as hell!"

Yan Bang snorted coldly, "He's just a little rascal!"

"He's still a child! Mr. Yan, you should be magnanimous and don't treat him like a child!"

In order to let the boy suffer less in Yulong City, Feng Xinglang said a few good words for him.

"Child? This child is big enough!"

Yan Bang naturally loves to hear compliments.

What's more, it was Feng Xinglang's compliment!

Feng Xinglang did not stay in Yulong City to drink, but rushed back to GK Venture Capital directly.

Half an hour later, an inconspicuous Volkswagen Tiguan drove out of the underground parking lot. Feng Xinglang was sitting in the car.

He was going to meet someone!