His own son Feng Xinglang's sudden change in attitude and hostility was hard for He Tun to accept.
His weathered face was shrouded in an obvious sense of loss.
"Lang, there are no flights back to Shen City at this late hour. Where are you taking Fifteen? I'll let you go tomorrow morning … Ah Lang! "
He Tun wanted to catch up to Feng Xinglang and his son.
After receiving the order, Ong immediately swung his blade at Xing Laowu, who was the closest to Feng Xinglang and his son.
Back then, it was inevitable for Ong to be a little high-profile and unbridled.
After all, this was Pater Castle, the territory of Rivertown. Killing people single-handedly showed that he did not respect Rivertown at all.
How could he, Ong, be allowed to act so presumptuously in front of River Tun?
When it came to wielding a saber, Xing Shier's skill was definitely above Bassoon's. After creating a safe distance between He Tun, he immediately pounced at Bassoon! If it wasn't for the urgency of the situation, Xing Shier would've been able to catch Ong's blade with his bare hands.
But he knew that his foster father, He Tun, was worried about the crown prince and Little Fifteen, so Xing Twelve went straight for Ong's dagger-wielding hand.
Feng Xinglang only cared about carrying his son and leaving quickly. He couldn't help Bassoon, who was fighting alone. Bassoon immediately fell into a situation where he was surrounded by enemies. In addition, Xing Shier and the rest had long been displeased with Bassoon's hostile behavior. Now that they finally had an opportunity, how could they not teach him a lesson?
At that time, Feng Xinglang had wanted to help Bassoon. It was just that he was holding his little cub in his arms, restraining his hands and feet.
Outside the door, the man in the Tang suit once again appeared out of nowhere and blocked the way of Feng Xinglang and his son.
"Crown Prince Xing, let's have dinner first. Fifteen should be hungry too. "
"Get lost! I have a gun on me, can't you feel it? "
Feng Xinglang moved the little thing in his arms to his left arm, freeing up his right hand to draw the gun.
"Ah Lang, I won't stop you if you want to leave! But since you're already here, you should burn some incense for your mother before you leave! "
He Tun chased after them and very sincerely used the 'delaying tactic'.
Feng Xinglang immediately changed the direction of the gun in his hand and aimed it at He Tun, who had caught up to him.
"Stop right there! You should believe me, I will really shoot! "
No reason or excuse could stop Feng Xinglang's determination to take his son away at this moment.
He Tun did not avoid it. He stood where he was and stared deeply at his own flesh and blood who was only four meters away from him.
"Ah Lang, if shooting me can dissolve the hatred in your heart, then do it!"
These words were undoubtedly a provocation to Feng Xinglang's extreme behavior.
Seeing that his biological father was pointing a gun at his adoptive father and could shoot at any time, the little thing became anxious.
"Why are you fighting again? So annoying! "
The little fellow leaned forward and tried to snatch the gun from his father, Feng Xinglang's hand, but his father's arm was too long. He couldn't reach it at all when his waist was being strangled. Thus, he could only shake the arm that was pushing his biological father, Feng Xinglang.
"Bang!" A gunshot rang out. Feng Xinglang had really fired the gun.
Perhaps it was because his son, Nuo Nuo, was swaying, but Feng Xinglang's shot missed!
Even if the shot was accurate, the bullet wouldn't have landed on He Tun. At that time, there were three foster sons. None of them would really let Hetun get shot.
"Bastard Feng Xinglang, you really shot my adoptive father?"
Little Lin Nuo shouted in dissatisfaction. "You're so annoying! My adoptive father only invited you over for dinner and to pick up his son. Why did you shoot my adoptive father! "
After a slight pause, the little fellow began to struggle. "Feng Xinglang, if you continue to be like this, I won't go back with you!"
The little fellow wriggled his body, trying to break free from Feng Xinglang's arm. However, his biological father, Feng Xinglang, tightened his grip.
Bassoon was injured. Blood flowed down his arm in streams. It dripped all the way.
"Don't stop me! Bullets don't have eyes! "
Feng Xinglang was not moved by his son's words. He gritted his teeth and hissed in a low voice.
At this moment, the situation seemed to have reached an impasse.
Bassoon was trapped in the living room. Any movement to escape could cost him his life. As for Feng Xinglang and his son, they were trapped at the entrance of the living room. Because the little fellow was being strangled tightly in his arms, Feng Xinglang had diverted a lot of his attention.
"Ah Lang, I know you hate me and blame me … But your mother gave birth to you and gave you life! You've come all the way here. Is it so hard for you to burn incense for her before leaving? "
He Tun didn't give up on persuading his son, Feng Xinglang, to stay tonight. Because Feng Xinglang was willing to stay tonight, the ice between the father and son had finally been broken.
"Biological father, just burn incense for the beautiful granny in the little dark room! It must have been hard for the beautiful granny to give birth to you! We all have to love our biological mother! "
It was obvious that the little fellow's words of 'filial piety' were instilled in him by someone.
"He Tun, every word and every action of yours is deceiving yourself and others. You're asking for humiliation! I only have one father, and his name is Feng Yishan! "
Feng Xinglang's words were even more ruthless and ruthless. Every word was like a sharp sword that pierced straight into He Tun's heart.
In other words, no matter how hard He Tun tried, it would all be in vain. He, Feng Xinglang, wouldn't appreciate it at all.
He Tun's behavior became that of a jumping clown. He was only entertaining himself.
He Tun's tall body staggered. Xing Shier supported him from behind to stabilize himself.
"Ah Lang, you're right … I'm indeed not worthy to be your father … I'm indeed not worthy! I've let you down, and I've let Su He down … I've let you and your mother down … "
Turbid tears welled up in He Tun's eyes. Perhaps he was really old, as he looked exceptionally miserable and tired.
"I don't have time to listen to your nonsense! If you really want to repent, go to hell and repent to my mother! "
Feng Xinglang roared to stop He Tun from continuing.
Because every word of repentance from He Tun made Feng Xinglang feel an invisible pressure and suffocation.
He really couldn't listen to it anymore!
It had to be said that Cong Gang could always seize the opportunity with ease.
At the door of the living room, a black shadow flashed and pounced towards Feng Xinglang and his son.
It was an ambush with the right time, place and people.
It was Cong Gang!
"Stand there and don't move! This crown prince's life is more precious than yours! "
The gun in Cong Gang's hand fiercely pressed against Feng Xinglang's temple. "Believe it or not, I'll shoot him and you'll all be buried with him!"
Cong Gang spoke ruthlessly as he dragged Feng Xinglang and his son out of the living room.
"Cong Gang, what are you trying to do?"
He Tun, who had been inconsolably sorrowful, immediately regained his usual ruthlessness.
"Can't you tell? I'm threatening you with the life of your own son! "
Cong Gang led Feng Xinglang and his son towards a safer and more concealed stone pillar. "He Tun, tell your adopted sons not to act rashly! These are your own sons and grandsons. If you let them take the risk with me, you'll have no descendants! "
"Cong Gang, what are you trying to do?"
He Tun roared, "If you dare to hurt Ah Lang and Fifteen, I'll make you die without a burial!"
"You're making me … so scared!"
Cong Gang snorted coldly.
"Bear with it!"
Cong Gang lowered his voice and whispered in Feng Xinglang's ear.
Just as Feng Xinglang was about to signal Cong Gang with his eyes to walk towards the jeep, Cong Gang's left hand suddenly flashed past Feng Xinglang's forehead. Immediately, a long bloody wound appeared on his forehead …
The wound was not deep, only a superficial wound. However, blood flowed from his forehead to his cheeks, which looked quite horrifying.
The key was that it hurt He Tun's heart!
Because Feng Xinglang's blood flowed in his veins!
"Cong Gang, what the f * ck are you trying to do?"
He Tun was furious.
Cong Gang ignored He Tun who was on the verge of losing control, but lowered his voice and whispered in Feng Xinglang's ear again.
"Give me Nuonuo! I'll take him and leave first! The tire was punctured by Xing Laowu, we can't leave! "
It seemed that He Tun had really put in a lot of effort in order to let his own son stay in Pate Castle for one night.
He even used dirty tricks like puncturing the tire to deflate the air!
At that time, Feng Xinglang's forehead was punctured by Cong Gang with an unknown thing, and he was already burning with anger. He wanted to flip out, but in order to smoothly take his son Feng Linnuo away, he had to bear the humiliation and cooperate with Cong Gang.
He subconsciously glanced in the direction of the stone field, but because it was too dark, he couldn't see if the tire had been punctured.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Feng Xinglang chose to believe Cong Gang.
In fact, at that time, Feng Xinglang didn't need to take such a risk. As long as he left Hetun, he could also safely take his son Feng Linnuo away from Pate Castle. It was just a matter of time.
At most, he would just listen to Hetun's nagging for a few more sentences!
But Feng Xinglang chose to conspire with Cong Gang to deal with Hetun, his biological father!
Perhaps only the person involved, Feng Xinglang, could understand the accumulated resentment!
"Take care of Nuonuo! He is my life, you know that! "Feng Xinglang lowered his voice.
"Let's meet at the old place! I'll wait for you! "
Cong Gang then carried Feng Linnuo, who was in pain from being strangled for a long time, from Feng Xinglang's arms.
"Big caterpillar? Is that you? "
At that time, Lin Nuo was a little confused by this sudden change of situation.
Who was the good guy, and who was the bad guy? What were they trying to do?
Why would the big caterpillar point a gun at his biological father's head?
The key point was that his biological father wasn't angry, he seemed to be discussing something with the big caterpillar!
"Don't talk, the big caterpillar will take you away first! Your biological father and the others will follow after! "
Cong Gang held the little guy in his arms, in a more comfortable position.
Of course, the adopted sons of Hetun were not vegetarians. Although they couldn't hear what Cong Gang and Feng Xinglang were whispering, they seemed to have smelled a hint of being deceived and used.
Xing Laojiu, who was already hiding in the dark, flew towards Cong Gang like a black panther waiting for an opportunity.
Cong Gang's reaction speed was faster:
"Feng Xinglang, I'll give you another chance. Shoot at Hetun! This time, you have to aim properly, don't be afraid again! "
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