Before he could finish his words, Feng Xing Lang's sturdy physique collapsed to the ground. Cong Gang's eyes and hands were sharp, and he caught him firmly.
Originally, Cong Gang could have avoided Feng Xinglang's slash below his left collarbone.
But he had truly suffered this pain!
It wasn't really painful.
Perhaps it was only his heart that hurt.
He learned from Bassoon that Feng Xinglang had made a decision between him and Yan Bang to kill one and leave the other alive.
Cong Gang was gratified, but also bitter.
More or less, he was the one who forced Feng Xinglang into his current cold-blooded state.
Judging from the current situation, Feng Xinglang should have decided to leave Yan Bang alive and kill Cong Gang!
Fresh blood flowed out of his shirt and dyed the front of his shirt red.
Yannawa walked forward and took the fainted Feng Xinglang from Cong Gang's shoulder.
Twenty minutes later, the commercial vehicle arrived at the hillside where Cong Gang was temporarily staying. This place used to be an orchard and a vegetable plantation. Perhaps it was abandoned because a large cemetery was built here.
Cong Gang looked at the cemetery that was so quiet outside the window that it made people panic.
He was used to switching between the bloody massacre and the suffocating silence.
Feng Xinglang was sleeping soundly on a simple wooden bed.
Yannawa threw Feng Xinglang on the bed roughly. Because of his sleeping position, he was snoring.
It obviously disturbed Cong Gang's quiet thoughts.
Cong Gang turned his head and glanced at Feng Xinglang on the wooden bed. He frowned slightly.
He walked over slowly and stood by the bed. He stared at Feng Xinglang silently for a while. Then, he sighed slightly. Cong Gang reached out and grabbed Feng Xinglang's neck, moving his head a little closer to the pillow.
The snoring weakened. Feng Xinglang seemed to be sleeping more soundly and peacefully.
Weikang walked in with a medical kit in his hand.
"How much did we spend to renovate the villa?"
Cong Gang suddenly asked Weikang, who was bandaging his wound.
"It shouldn't be more than ten million! Only the imported teak, Italian marble, and hand-woven fabrics are more expensive. As for the rest, you don't like things that are too luxurious! "
"Someone will pay for us!" Cong Gang said calmly.
"Who?"
Wei Kang tilted his head and glanced at Feng Xinglang on the Wood Scroll. "Feng Xinglang?"
"Do you think Feng Xinglang is worth ten million?" Cong Gang asked again.
"Of course it's worth it! Feng Xinglang is one of the wealthiest people in Shen Cheng. "
In Wei Kang's opinion, ten million was definitely worth it.
"So, if we were to use Feng Xinglang to ask someone else for ten million, it would definitely be a good deal for the person who offered the money!"
Cong Gang narrowed his eyes.
"Ah?"
Wei Kang stared blankly for a moment, then came to a sudden realization. "Boss, are you going to use Feng Xinglang as a hostage to ask someone for ransom?"
"What else? Do you want to keep him here and serve him like a lord? "Cong Gang asked.
Wei Kang shook his head violently. "It's better to send him away! But if we make good use of it, it's not a bad idea to ask for some ransom! "
Cong Gang and the others were not short of money. Over the years, they had received many orders. The commission was enough for them to spend.
However, Cong Gang was not a greedy person. He knew how to control himself.
Money and power were not very attractive to him.
"Wake him up! Let's get some money to spend. "
Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang, who was still sleeping, and said calmly.
"Wake him up now?"
Wei Kang looked around. "What if he messes with us again …"
Cong Gang put on a clean shirt and sighed. "It's better than keeping him here for dinner! You can't serve him! "
"I'll call Fourth Brother in first. Boss, you should stand further away. "
Wei Kang was worried that Feng Xinglang would be furious when he woke up. Plus, his boss did not want to kill or hurt him, so the situation was quite tricky.
"Don't worry, he doesn't eat people!"
Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang. "It's still uncertain who will eat who!"
Feng Xinglang was woken up by a basin of ice water. With a shudder, he sat up straight.
Then he saw Cong Gang looking at him quietly with a smile on his face.
"You dog. You played me like a monkey. Did it feel good?"
Feng Xinglang's breathing had not completely calmed down. The wet clothes wrapped tightly around his muscular chest. He looked very manly.
"Feng Xinglang, can you be reasonable? You put a knife to my neck first! Am I not allowed to defend myself? "
Cong Gang leaned against the window, looking quite relaxed. It was as if Feng Xinglang was already in his possession.
Feng Xinglang gave Cong Gang a cold look. Just as he was about to stand up, his legs, which had not recovered from the drug effect, became weak. He lost his balance and almost fell on the low cabinet in front of him.
Cong Gang's body leaned forward, instinctively wanting to support Feng Xinglang.
But after Feng Xinglang steadied himself, he retreated to the window again. "Don't worry, I'll let you go!"
Feng Xinglang was too lazy to care about Cong Gang. He subconsciously searched for his phone, but couldn't find it.
"Where's my phone?" Feng Xinglang asked in a low voice.
"Use mine!"
Cong Gang threw the phone in his hand. "But you can only use it to make one call!"
"What do you mean?" Feng Xinglang looked at Cong Gang sternly.
"I want to use you as a hostage! And then I want a ransom of ten million! And it has to be cash for non-consecutive numbers! You choose someone! "
Cong Gang's tone was calm and indifferent.
He was obviously kidnapping and extortion, but from Cong Gang's tone, it seemed like he was discussing with Feng Xinglang.
"What, you want to kidnap me?" Feng Xinglang snorted coldly.
"I don't think so! How can a hostage come to me on his own initiative? "
Cong Gang raised his eyebrows slightly. You, the great CEO Feng, have come to me on your own initiative. If I don't extort you, I'll be letting myself down!
"Cong Gang, you're asking for it!" Feng Xinglang scolded.
Cong Gang ignored Feng Xinglang's scolding. Instead, he turned his head and glanced at the setting sun.
"This phone call, whether you take the initiative to make it or let me make it, it has to be made!"
Cong Gang turned around and looked at Feng Xinglang again. "If you make the call earlier, you might be able to go back and have dinner with your wife before dinner. Your son isn't home, it's a rare time for the two of you! You don't want it to go to waste, do you? "
This kind of earnest and well-intentioned persuasion was really considerate.
"Cong Gang, you're forcing me to get rid of you first!"
Feng Xinglang stared at Cong Gang and said coldly.
"You can't get rid of me for now! Unless you borrow the hand of your biological father, He Tun! That's still possible! "
Cong Gang curled his lips slightly. "But you won't! You won't beg for He Tun's help! "
"I can still sit on top of the mountain and watch the tigers fight!"
Feng Xinglang sat back on the wooden bed and crossed his long legs. He might as well continue his conversation with Cong Gang patiently.
Cong Gang lowered his eyes slightly. "Feng Xinglang, you still don't understand your biological father! Before I get rid of Yan Bang, He Tun won't make a move to kill me. I'm afraid even you, Feng Xinglang, haven't thought of this! "
"…"
Feng Xinglang frowned deeply. What did he mean? Could it be that He Tun was also waiting? Waiting for Cong Gang to get rid of Yan Bang first?
"It seems that you really haven't thought of this!"
Cong Gang smiled coldly. "Do you think that your biological father, He Tun, won't have any little thoughts when you point a gun at your own head and forcibly save Yan Bang from He Tun?"
"Kill me and keep Yan Bang alive?"
Cong Gang snorted coldly. "You have to have that kind of ability first! If you do this, you will only make Yan Bang die faster! "
He once again glanced sideways at the sunset that had already set in the west. "Have you thought about it? Your biological father is not in Shen Cheng City, and distant water can't put out a nearby fire! Do you call your wife to ask for ransom? Or call Yan Bang? "
"Then who do you want me to call?" Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes and asked.
"Look at your macho behavior … I guess you don't want a weak woman like your wife to be afraid of you, right? Besides, she won't be able to raise ten million in cash within an hour! "
Cong Gang turned around and looked at Feng Xinglang with deep eyes. "You'd better call Yan Bang! First of all, he should be more worried about you than your wife; second, he should have ten million in cash in Yu Long City! "
Feng Xinglang met Cong Gang's eyes, and the two stared at each other.
Faintly, Feng Xinglang smiled. "It seems that I have no other choice."
After that, Feng Xinglang picked up the simple non-smart phone and dialed a number.
Judging from the length of the number, it should be a mobile phone number, not an alarm or a landline number.
"Baby, can you recognize my voice?"
"Xinglang? What kind of phone are you using? Why does it show a garbled code? "
"Yes, I'm using a pseudo base station. I'm with Cong Gang now. I haven't seen him for many years, and he's treating me warmly. "
Feng Xinglang "reported" the situation to his wife while glancing at Cong Gang, who was in a daze in front of the window.
"Ah, Cong Gang is back in Shen Cheng City?"
"Yes. I won't go back tonight. If I'm not home tomorrow morning, ask Nina to go to the bank to withdraw ten million in cash and send it to Qi Bei Shan City, the mansion where Cong Gang used to live. "
"Ten million? Xinglang, did something happen to you? "
"Ten million is nothing. Your husband is the God of Fortune in Shen City. He's rich! I'm at Cong Gang's place. What could happen to me? We're just catching up! "
"Oh, okay."
"I'm hanging up. You'll have to sleep alone tonight. I'll catch up on my homework tomorrow night! "
"… Annoying."
Wei Kang and Cong Laosi looked at each other after hearing Feng Xinglang's phone call.
Cong Gang was silent. He probably didn't expect that Feng Xinglang would call his wife.
And he said it so … excitedly!
With a clatter, Feng Xinglang threw his phone onto the low cabinet.
"Cong Gang, go cook for me. Italian beef noodle soup, your best dish. Hurry up, I'm waiting to eat! "
After that, Feng Xinglang stretched his limbs and lay back on the wooden bed. He looked lazy, as if it was easy to invite a god in but difficult to send him away.
Why did it sound like a joke to kidnap him?
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