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Chapter 812 I take you for a dog!
One was deep while the other was evil. The two men stared at each other.
It was a strange feeling, as if the two of them were separated by thousands of miles.
"You know me so well?"
Feng Xinglang's voice rose a little as she looked at Cong Gang with her eyes that were enveloped in a thin layer of mist, as if she was trying to stop Cong Gang from inspecting the depths of his heart.
"I don't understand you! I was just guessing! Your wisdom is not something that a lowly person like me can understand. "
Cong Gang knew that Feng Xinglang was as cunning as a fox, and he really didn't like others trying to figure out his thoughts. Therefore, Cong Gang immediately changed his mind.
Don't look at how Feng Xinglang is smiling on the surface at you, who knows what kind of bad intentions he has in his stomach right now.
"So modest?"
Feng Xinglang narrowed his cold eyes, "Cong Gang, your flattery tonight … A little too much! It makes people feel so unreal, so hypocritical. "
Cong Gang was silent.
As expected, when talking to Feng Xinglang, he had to be careful. He will catch traces of your every word and action.
"You don't like disobedience; you still don't like flattery …" Feng Xinglang, it's really hard for you to please her.
Cong Gang let out a faint sigh.
"Difficult to serve? Have you served me recently? "
Feng Xinglang removed his leg that was placed on the tea table, leaned forward and leaned in close to Cong Gang, "What I want is your loyalty.
Cong Gang remained silent. Perhaps not answering was the best answer at the moment.
"Tell me, what have you been busy with recently?"
His intuition told Feng Xinglang: Cong Gang must be hiding something that should not be exposed. Even speaking to him, she was no longer as wild and unruly as she was before, but instead had an additional flattery that made Feng Xinglang feel uncomfortable.
Cong Gang focused on the depths of Feng Xinglang's eyes, as a subtle hint of the meaning of 'Shang' appeared in them.
"Feng Xinglang, when you picked me up from Chinatown … Did you ever think that you could one day raise a tiger and cause trouble for yourself? "
When he asked this question, Cong Gang's eyes were exceptionally clear.
Feng Xinglang's eyelids drooped slightly as she raised a small teacup and drank the water …
Feng Xinglang raised his handsome eyebrows and asked: "You dog, are you thinking of biting my master?"
Cong Gang had long since gotten used to Feng Xinglang's arrogant attitude, and did not become angry from embarrassment because he thought that he was a dog.
It was as if no other words could anger Cong Gang!
Cong Gang was silent, no one knew what he was thinking. On his somewhat thin face, there was a wave of uncertainty.
"You really want to bite me, your master?"
From the moment he was silent, it had become a tacit agreement by Feng Xinglang.
"You want me to die … Why do you have to risk your life to save me? To repay a debt of gratitude? Is the payment over and you're going to start taking revenge? "
Feng Xinglang continued to analyze and look straight into Cong Gang's eyes, hoping to find some clues from Cong Gang's facial expression.
"Feng Xinglang, as long as I am alive, I will not let you die first.
Feng Xinglang actually could not understand the gray light in her eyes.
After pausing for a few seconds, Feng Xinglang faintly smiled, "I am so touched."
"If I was born old and sick, and my life was hanging by a thread, while you were still healthy and living, would you have to 'honor me with your death'?"
Death as a form of respect?
This humour is so cold.
"Rest assured, with my scarred body, you won't be able to survive! You'll live longer than I will.
Cong Gang's eyebrows relaxed a little.
Scanning for the scar on Cong Gang's arm, Feng Xinglang frowned, "Then you can go and die right now! Don't waste food living in this world! Just in time to leave Wei Kang for me to use 1
Mentioning the topic of 'death', Feng Xinglang suddenly became ruthless.
Regardless of whether it was the arrogant Yan Bang or the bizarre Cong Gang, they were both his brothers that risked their lives for him.
Right now, one had disappeared without a trace, and the other was talking about life and death, this made Feng Xinglang very unhappy.
"I can't die yet! In a few days. Whether you are dead or alive, you can do as you wish.
Cong Gang's expression was indifferent.
This light talking about life and death could not help but cause Feng Xinglang to think of Yan Bang.
Yan Bang would always say: He's already prepared to die on the street.
"Go to hell with your mother!"
Cong Gang did not send Feng Xinglang off with his gaze, instead, he looked quietly at the cup of tea that Feng Xinglang had just drunk.
Leisure?
Only when the arrogant roars of the engine gradually faded did Wei Kang come out from the basement and enter the living room.
"Boss, you spoke so obviously to Feng Xinglang … Would he be wary of us? If he's really wary of us, then how can we capture him and use him as a bargaining chip? "
Cong Gang did not want to answer this question, so he remained silent for a long time.
After a long while, Cong Gang then asked indifferently, "How's the progress with third brother's Yulong City taking over?"
"Um… There should be around six to seventy percent of the supporters! Ol 'Three was quite popular in the Yulong City, and was much better than the ferocious Yan Bang.
"Get Ol 'Three to quit."
"Exit? Now? This is the best time for us to take over the Yulong City.
Cong Gang tilted his head and looked at Wei Kang indifferently, "How about I call you Boss?"
Wei Kang's face changed, "I will inform Third Brother immediately.
When Feng Xinglang rushed to Yulong City, the group of leaderless Yulong City were in an uproar.
With the withdrawal of Buggy Three, all sorts of disfigured dates were fighting to be the boss of Yulong City.
The sounds of fighting returned to calmness when Feng Xinglang appeared.
"Your boss isn't dead yet!" All of you are thinking of rebelling? "
Feng Xinglang growled, furiously pulling over the lead of the hecklers, and started beating them up.
When his punches got tired, he switched to another chair and continued smashing.
Until Feng Xinglang leaned on the wall.
No one dared to fight back!
Firstly, it was because of the relationship between Feng Xinglang and Yan Bang, and secondly, it was because of Feng Xinglang's position in the Shen City.
Covered in blood, Feng Xinglang stumbled into Yan Bang's living room.
The ruined living room had been renovated: it was still the same layout, the same furnishings; even the oversized sofa had been custom-made in its original style.
Feng Xinglang stood in place and stared for a while, then fell down straight down.
Lying motionless on the sofa, he quietly looked at the crystal lamp on the ceiling.
Subconsciously, he felt that Yan Bang should be dead for sure!