Chapter 1385
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Xing Ba was silent. He just looked at Feng Xinglang quietly.
As a noble crown prince, how could he understand the helplessness of his foster sons?
"I don't have to guess. It must be that old guy, He Tun, who is obstinate and stubborn again! Fighting with the army? Does he think he can cover the sky with one hand and do everything? "
Feng Xinglang said in a low voice, "Who the hell would know He Tun after he left Pater Castle?"
"Don't say that … My foster father did it to save my second brother!"
In Xing Ba's mind, He Tun was not only the one who gave orders, but he had also regarded He Tun as the closest person in his life. He would go through fire and water with He Tun without hesitation.
"He saved Xing Er, who was about to die, but almost lost the lives of you foster sons …"
Feng Xinglang heaved a sigh of relief. "Xing Er's life is a life, but yours aren't?!"
"My foster father said that he would bring my second brother back to bury him even if he was a corpse!"
Xing Ba lowered his eyes. "Actually, my foster father is not as unreasonable as you think."
"He is stupid!"
Feng Xinglang hissed and fell silent again.
"Crown Prince Xing, I'm really touched that you came to see my foster father." Xing Ba smiled weakly.
Feng Xinglang squinted at Xing Ba. "Really? I didn't see you cry! "
"…" Xing Ba's humor was really cold. But it was warm and friendly to the ears.
"How did you get out of danger?" Feng Xinglang asked. "It's not easy for you to come back with a half-crippled and half-disabled life!"
Cong Gang was closely related to He Tun and the others' escape. Feng Xinglang knew about this, but he just wanted to hear what Xing Ba had to say. Because he would be able to obtain even more information from Xing Ba. For example, He Tun's opinion of Cong Gang!
"It's all thanks to Cong Gang that we survived this time! He led a dozen mercenaries and played a high-level diversionary tactic. Not only did he save my second brother, but he also saved us. "
It was obvious that Xing Ba admired Cong Gang very much. His words were full of gratitude.
"Even Cong Gang knows how to use strategies and schemes. Why don't you guys know?"
Feng Xing Lang snorted coldly. "Don't tell me that the brains of all of you can't even compare to Cong Gang's granite brain?"
"You're underestimating Cong Gang … He was taught by my second brother! Back then, my second brother said that Cong Gang was gifted … I remember when Cong Gang was fourteen years old, he could already successfully hold a dagger to my second brother's throat! "
Feng Xinglang frowned slightly. It was no wonder that Cong Gang insisted on going to Mexico City to return Xing Er's favor!
"I don't think he's that awesome! Didn't he still make himself look like a corpse?! "
"…" Xing Ba rolled his eyes at Feng Xinglang. "If it were you, you'd probably die seven or eight times! Not to mention going back with your life intact! "
Feng Xinglang remained silent for a while, not minding Xing Ba's sarcasm. He just asked leisurely, "What about Hetun? What was his attitude towards Cong Gang? Are you still thinking of killing Cong Gang? "
"I don't know about that! We've never been bold enough to try to figure out my foster father's intentions! "
Xing Ba paused for a moment. "But … Cong Gang isn't someone that can be killed just because someone wants to! The key is that his helpers aren't inferior to Fourteen and Seventeen's … "
"You mean that Wei Kang?"
Feng Xinglang frowned. "He's not as strong as you think! He's only on par with me! "
Actually, Feng Xinglang wanted to add that Bassoon wasn't Yan Bang's match at all! Bassoon was more inclined towards technical combat, while Yan Bang only wanted to strengthen his body! He was defeated by Yan Bang, so he really wasn't much!
Xing Ba glanced at the contempt on Feng Xinglang's face. "That's because you haven't seen Cong Gang's true fierceness …"
"Fierceness? Heh, he's indeed 'fierceness'! When I picked him up from Chinatown, he was already half a breath more than a dead man! He was riddled with holes and almost completely soaked in a pool of blood! "
Feng Xinglang snorted disdainfully. "He was beaten ruthlessly!"
For some reason, Feng Xinglang would feel displeased whenever someone mentioned how strong Cong Gang was in front of him! He felt that Cong Gang was just a lackey and shouldn't overshadow his master's limelight!
"What? You saved Cong Gang? "
Xing Ba asked anxiously. He was so shocked that he couldn't even close his mouth.
"Do you need to be so surprised?" Feng Xinglang retorted. Xing Ba's reaction was a little too exaggerated.
"Heh, hehe …" It was hard to tell if Xing Ba was sneering or laughing dryly. "Feng Xinglang, you've picked up a treasure!"
"…" Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes and stared at Xing Ba. "What do you mean? Is Cong Gang worth a lot of money? "
As a businessman, Feng Xinglang instinctively associated the 'treasure' Xing Ba mentioned with money.
"If it's really possible to exchange money for Cong Gang from your hands, I think a lot of people will line up!"
Xing Ba paused for a moment and sighed. "Perhaps my foster father will be one of them!"
"…" A lot of people will line up for Cong Gang? Was it necessary?
The moment Feng Xinglang thought of Cong Gang, who was uncontrollable and unruly, he felt a headache coming on.
He was obviously just a stray dog that he, Feng Xinglang, had picked up, but he had to pretend to be arrogant, unruly, and lowly!
Most of the time, he liked to play tricks! He pretended to be mysterious, unfathomable, and unfathomable!
"That's right, who killed Cong Gang when he almost died on the street?"
Feng Xinglang really wanted to know. "Could it be He Tun and Xing Er?"
It seemed that He Tun had forced Cong Gang's Bottle Cap Father to death, which triggered Cong Gang's hatred for He Tun!
Their conversation was interrupted by a series of hurried knocks on the door.
"Dear father … dear father … are you there?"
Lin Nuo's anxious knocks came from outside the door. The door to Xing Ba's room was locked by Feng Xinglang. The little fellow, who couldn't open the door, became anxious.
The moment Feng Xinglang opened the door, the little fellow threw himself into his arms, sobbing and mumbling.
"Daddy … Old Twelve won't open the door … Daddy has knocked on the door for a long time, but there's no sound at all! Daddy is so worried that Old Twelve will take things too hard … "
Each one was more pretentious than the other!
Wasn't it just a little disfigured? Why was he being pretentious?!
Most importantly, Xing Twelve didn't rely on his face to make a living!
Actually, Feng Xinglang could understand Xing Twelve. His older brother, Feng Lixin, also refused to meet anyone no matter what!
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