Chapter 1597 – Fatherhood
"Why are you looking for him? It's the same even if you tell me!" Tell Celeste, if he dares to touch fifteen … "
"Ah …!"
Before Hetun could finish speaking, the miserable shrieks of three children could be heard from the phone at the same time.
"Bastard!" Your ancestors! "
Hearing his grandson Fifteen's miserable screams, Hetun started to curse loudly.
This curse directly woke Feng Xinglang from his slumber.
"Give me your phone!"
Feng Xinglang reached over and snatched the phone away from Hetun.
"I am Feng Xinglang. If you have anything to say, you can say it now!"
Feng Xinglang was still weak, but his eyes were shockingly sharp.
"Alright, I'll be there on time!"
Feng Xinglang said solemnly, "Tell Celeste: Keep my son's life, only then will he have the chance to leave the Shen City alive! You should believe that: The Shen City is my territory, I definitely have the ability to exterminate him! "
The person on the other end of the phone did not say much and just hung up.
To be able to get Celeste's authorization to call him, he should be someone important. Feng Xinglang guessed that it should be Celeste's instructor, Mannie. If the person who called was Mannie, then his brother-in-law, Caste should be by his side.
Notifying Feng Xinglang was equivalent to notifying the Hetun as well. As the biological father of a Hetun, how could his son possibly sit idly by and let his son die?!
"I'll go with you!" Hetun replied.
"Just now … I thought I heard a child screaming on the phone… "
Feng Xinglang asked Hetun, "Is there Nuonuo?"
Hetun silently nodded his head, and said with a low voice: "These heartless beasts!"
"Then when you exterminated Celeste's family, did you feel that your actions were like those of a beast?" Feng Xinglang asked coldly.
Feng Xinglang stayed silent for a while, before slowly exhaling a mouthful of impure Qi.
When Feng Xinglang said this, Hetun's eyes instantly turned red.
"Ah Lang… Don't say that. Daddy won't let you have anything to do with Fifteen! "
"Promise me: Do not interfere with Xueluo's life! And don't take me and her children away from her! "
Feng Xinglang bellowed, "Hetun, did you f * * king hear that?"
"Answer me!" Feng Xinglang roared.
"Prince Xing, what are you saying … You are slapping our group of foster son s in the face! "
Xing Ba's voice also became choked with meaning. He and Xing Shi'er could not stand foster father Hetun being sad.
… ….
He was no longer in the mood to ask Xing Ba: "If the Hetun is about to lose his heir, then where the hell is this Xing Shi'er?!"
Usually, wasn't Xing Shi'er the most loyal Hetun? Why was he nowhere to be seen at such a crucial moment?
When he was still two to three kilometers away from the bridge, Xing Ba slowly parked his car on the side road.
Without waiting for Xing Ba to speak, Feng Xinglang pressed his lips against Xing Ba's temple.
"If you dare to touch me, you will die first!"
"The Prince Xing is truly intelligent!"
Xing Ba let out a faint sigh, "I am also following orders: foster father is reluctant to let you, his only son, take the risk! You want me to give you. Knock out! We'll save fifteen! "
"If something happens to Nuonuo, how do you want me to explain it to Xueluo?!"
Feng Xinglang said in a low voice, "Do you want me to live my entire life in pain and blame myself?"
"Celeste's cheap life, is it as important as my son's life?!"
"Prince Xing, even if we perish together with Celeste … As long as you are alive, Lin Xueluo still has a small child in his stomach … "
"P words!" Xueluo loves Nuonuo that much, do you think that she can take the blow and safely give birth to a child in her stomach? "Do you want us to live in pain for the rest of our lives?!"
Feng Xinglang loaded the gun in his hand. But he knew, with Xing Ba's ghost-hand speed, he simply could not stop him!
Therefore, he could only persuade Xing Ba! and not to subdue Xing Ba with force.
What Xing Ba said also made sense, "If you go over, it will only increase the amount of chips Celeste can use against us!"
"No matter what, I want to be with my child! Xing Ba, if you dare stop me, I will definitely hate you for the rest of your life! it was impossible to forgive Hetun again in this life! "
Feng Xinglang's words caused Xing Ba to slowly loosen the mini syringe in his left hand.
Then he let out a long sigh, "Well, I lost to you! I'm not as eloquent as you! I knew I couldn't. I can't convince you! "
Feng Xinglang put down the spear in his hand and hugged Xing Ba.
"I can't care so much anymore… Let's go! Maybe the person who 15 wished to rush over to save him the most is you, his father! "
Xing Ba understood Feng Xinglang's father's heart; he also understood Xiao Shiyi's wish for his own father to rush over and save him!
After walking a few hundred metres, Hetun called him. Feng Xinglang picked up the phone for Xing Ba who was driving the car.
"Eighth Brother, what's going on? Didn't I ask you to send Ah Lang back? "
"Hetun, can you not be so selfish and headstrong? You want to protect your son's life, but I also want to protect my son's life! "
After replying to Hetun, Feng Xinglang ended the call.