Chapter 1579
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After hearing the intruder's voice, Feng Xinglang calmed down, which was rare.
It was Cong Gang!
"Son of a b * tch … You didn't come just to see me in a sorry state, did you?"
Feng Xinglang hissed and slowly turned his neck, which was so tired that he could not even control the muscles in his neck. He saw Cong Gang's indifferent face.
He was still asking for a beating!
But at this moment, Feng Xinglang had the will but not the strength.
"I'm just here to remind you that the special medicine used by Yamaguchi-gumi will invade your internal organs, limbs, and bones if you don't get relief within 24 hours. Then, you'll have to stay in bed for the rest of your life!"
After a slight pause, Cong Gang added unhurriedly, "I think it's pretty good!"
Hearing Cong Gang's words, Feng Xinglang instantly tensed up.
"It's … It's been 24 hours! Cong Gang … It's been 24 hours! "
Feng Xinglang originally thought that the powdery substance he inhaled last night was just a slightly stronger anesthetic. He thought that after some time, the symptoms on his body would dissipate on their own.
But it had been almost 24 hours, and Feng Xinglang's body showed no signs of dissipating!
"Don't worry, you won't die! You'll only be paralyzed forever! Like a rubber man, being manipulated by others! "
Cong Gang was still indifferent. He felt that whether Feng Xinglang was paralyzed or not had little to do with him. He just rushed over to watch a good show!
Feng Xinglang used almost all his strength to grab Cong Gang's hand.
"Cong Gang … I know, you must have a way to solve it!"
Even if Feng Xinglang was a god, he would still be afraid that he would spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair or on a sickbed. That would only make him wish he was dead.
Cong Gang risked his life to come to Yulong City at this moment, probably not just to tell him these words.
He must have brought along a way to solve the problem.
"But I just want to watch you get crippled!"
Cong Gang met Feng Xinglang's gaze, the corners of his lips slightly raised. It seemed like a provocation, but more like a test of endurance.
Although Feng Xinglang's body was extremely weak, his eyes were unusually bright and sharp. He stared at Cong Gang without blinking, as if he wanted to pierce through him.
After staring at each other for a few seconds, Cong Gang looked away. Cong Gang was clearly very confident, but he chose to avoid it.
"Do you think that just because I'm disabled, you don't have to serve me?"
Feng Xinglang said in a low voice. It was not difficult to see that he was pretending to be calm.
Under the psychological effect of Cong Gang's suggestion, Feng Xinglang felt as if his body was really going to go limp and become disabled. The more anxious he was, the less strength he could muster. It seemed that what Cong Gang said should be the truth!
"Don't worry, Yan Bang will treat you like a master!"
Cong Gang responded calmly. He began to fiddle with the long iron box in his hand.
"Not everyone is qualified to serve me! But I can give you this privilege! "
Feng Xinglang's arrogant words made everyone's teeth hurt. I really don't know who gave him the right to be so arrogant.
Cong Gang's original intention was to provoke Feng Xinglang, but he didn't expect Feng Xinglang to not be provoked at all. The arrogance and conceit he displayed left Cong Gang speechless.
"Forget it! You should save this privilege for someone who needs it! "
Cong Gang took out a syringe filled with caramel-colored liquid from the long iron box and asked, "Which arm do you want to inject it into?"
When Feng Xinglang saw Cong Gang take out the syringe from the long iron box, he secretly let out a nervous and suffocating turbid breath.
Couldn't he have taken it out earlier? Why did he have to waste so much time arguing?
It wasn't strange. This dog was always so cocky!
Feng Xinglang stretched out his left arm. He didn't even ask Cong Gang what medicine was in the syringe.
This was his trust in Cong Gang.
If Cong Gang really wanted to kill him, Feng Xinglang would have too many opportunities to do so! There was no need to deliberately use a syringe and liquid to torment him!
He rolled up the sleeve of Feng Xinglang's left arm and directly inserted the needle into Feng Xinglang's vein without even using a medical latex tube.
"Aren't you afraid that I'll take the opportunity to kill you?" Cong Gang asked leisurely.
"If you really kill me … then you'll lack a master to serve you!"
Feng Xinglang looked at the liquid being pushed into his vein bit by bit.
"…" To be honest, Cong Gang really didn't know how to answer.
What could he say to this ruffian?
Could he say: I, Cong Gang, don't lack a master to serve me?!
"It's already been 24 hours, will this medicine still work?"
Seeing that most of the liquid was pushed into his vein, Feng Xinglang asked worriedly.
"That will depend on your luck!"
Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang and sped up his movements.
"Would you have died if you had come earlier?"
Feng Xinglang couldn't help but curse at Cong Gang.
"I wouldn't! But I can see you in a sorry state for a while! I can build my happiness on your pain! "
Cong Gang's provocative tone and tone became more and more refined.
"Just you wait! I'll kill Ceresto first, then I'll kill you! "Feng Xinglang said in a low voice.
"You don't have that ability!"
Cong Gang said in a contemptuous tone, "Whether you can kill Ceresto or not … is still unknown!"
"Those people who wanted to take me away changed their mind at the last minute. Was it you who did it?"
Feng Xinglang asked.
"I don't have that ability!"
Cong Gang snorted. "It was that Japanese who saved you!"
"Japanese? Which Japanese? "
Feng Xinglang asked.
"The short Japanese who appeared one after the other with Yan Bang!"
"Short Japanese? You mean Takuya Miyamoto? "
Cong Gang pulled out the needle from Feng Xinglang's arm and asked in a low voice, "Are you familiar with that Japanese?"
"Not familiar! He's one of my clients! He's a very famous financial investor in Tokyo! "
Feng Xinglang looked at Cong Gang and asked anxiously, "This Takuya Miyamoto … Could he be from Yamaguchi-gumi?"
"Probably not … But he's a fringe person!"
Cong Gang kept the long iron box. "For an organization as big as Yamaguchi-gumi, there must be a financial group supporting them! I'm guessing that Takuya Miyamoto should be a member of the financial group. He just happened to bump into Yamaguchi-gumi people who wanted to take you away, so he poked his nose into other people's business! "
"Then can I use this Takuya Miyamoto to contain the Yamaguchi-gumi people that Ceresto invited?" Feng Xinglang asked.
"Probably not! Yamaguchi-gumi will only guarantee the safety of those on the fringes of the financial group. Those on the fringes have no right to interfere with the organization's actions! "
Suddenly, Cong Gang, who was discussing and analyzing with Feng Xinglang, suddenly frowned.
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