The little guy's gaze was firm, and his words were even more resolute.
But deep down in his heart, he knew very well that he was just one of the many foster sons of his foster father in Hetun, and that he was just one of them. If he could not become the most outstanding among them, then he would not even have the qualifications to call Hetun's foster father!
"Is it only your foster father who dotes on you? What about your father, Feng Xinglang? Does he dote on you? "
Hetun had exterminated his entire family of 13, so how could Ceresto only target the most doted foster son of Hetun? Feng Xinglang, as well as Feng Xinglang's wife, Hetun's son and daughter-in-law, were all targets for him to kill.
"Of course my father loves me!" The little guy straightened his back.
When Feng Xinglang was mentioned, the little guy was slightly proud. Although he had only been Feng Xinglang's son for half a month, the little guy really liked Feng Xinglang as his temporary father.
"Then obediently give me your father's contact number! Unless … "
Ceresto's eyes became frighteningly deep, "Unless you're an impostor, so you don't even know Feng Xinglang's contact number!"
Ceresto was deceitful. Moreover, he had a genius like Mannie by his side.
It was obvious that he was testing the calm and unruffled child in front of him.
Logically speaking, this child was quite in line with the identity of a foster son of Hetun. Willful, spoiled, and in the face of blood and injury, he was much calmer than ordinary children!
"You're the impostor! I'm my father's biological son, how could I not know my father's phone number! "
In fact, the little guy was not provoked by Ceresto, but if he appeared too calm and witty, it would only make the suspicious Ceresto even more suspicious. Thus, he beat him at his own game and fell for Ceresto's provocation.
"I don't believe it! Anyway, I've already gotten your father's phone number. If you're his biological son, you'll definitely know! "
"Hmph! I won't fall for your trick! "The little guy snorted childishly.
"That can only mean that you're an impostor!"
Ceresto continued to provoke Xing Shiwu, whose eyes were red with anxiety.
"You're the impostor!"
The little guy said angrily. "It doesn't matter if I tell you! My father will come with my adoptive father to save me! "
"Hmm, that's good!"
Ceresto sneered. "You should have let your father and adoptive father save you!"
That way, I can send your entire family to hell!
All the adopted sons of River Village had to die!
…
Yan Bang very naturally wrapped the towel around Feng Xinglang and dried his wet hair.
The warm water had the effect of promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. Feng Xinglang felt much more comfortable.
"Lang, why don't you call someone to give you a full-body massage? This way, you can sleep more comfortably at night! "
"Mm, go and call them! Find someone with better techniques. "
"Alright, Second Master Feng. I'll go and pick one myself!"
Feng Xinglang wanted to quickly recover his strength. He had a feeling that Ceresto would never let him off. Before seeing him, Ceresto wouldn't act rashly.
Originally, he could have taken him and Xing Shiwu away a few days ago, but Miyamoto's appearance had disrupted Ceresto's plans to a certain extent.
River Village had exterminated his entire family of 13, so it was impossible for Ceresto to only capture Xing Shiwu! Feng Xinglang didn't know what he was planning now.
There was one thing that Feng Xinglang was very clear about. The earlier he appeared and was captured, the safer his wife and children would be!
If Ceresto didn't see his family, he would never give up!
For the sake of his wife and children, Feng Xinglang was willing to be the bait.
His phone suddenly rang, causing Feng Xinglang to instantly restrain his myriad of thoughts.
It was a long string of garbled codes!
Was it Cong Gang?
Or was it his wife, Lin Xueluo?
Feng Xinglang naturally hoped that it was his long-lost wife.
The possibility of it being Cong Gang wasn't high. If he had something important, he would appear in front of Feng Xinglang like a ghost. Or, he would let Second Madam Feng pass the message on his behalf. The more troublesome the situation was, the less Cong Gang took the initiative to contact Feng Xinglang using electronic products.
Just as Feng Xinglang was about to call out the long-missed "Xue Luo", Xing Shiwu's urgent voice came from the phone.
"Dad … Dad … It's Shiwu!"
Xing Shiwu's voice immediately blocked Feng Xinglang's "Xue Luo".
If he called out "Xue Luo", the consequences would be unimaginable.
It turned out that Cong Gang wasn't the only one playing with this kind of pseudo base station. There was also Ceresto.
"Shiwu … Shiwu … Where are you? Quick, tell dad, where are you? "
Feng Xinglang's voice was quite urgent. A father should be anxious and impatient towards his son.
"Feng Xinglang, you miss your son, right?"
Celesto's cold voice echoed, bringing with it a chilling aura that came from hell.
"Ceresto, every debt has a debtor. He Tun killed your family, so you should find him for revenge! Shiwu is still a child … "
It was a little rash to say these harsh words to Seresto.
Feng Xinglang seemed to be doing it deliberately.
"Yes! I'm looking for He Tun for revenge! There's an old saying in China: an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth! He killed 13 members of my family, so of course I have to kill his entire family. That's reasonable, isn't it?! "
"Actually, if you want to destroy He Tun, I completely agree! Not only do I agree, but I'll also be a very good helper for you! You want He Tun dead, but I also want his life! "
Feng Xinglang said in a deep voice, "Tell me a place to meet, we can have a good talk!"
It seemed that there really was an irreconcilable hatred between this father and son?
Ceresto, of course, wouldn't completely believe Feng Xinglang's words, but he was quite willing to meet Feng Xinglang. This was also the reason why he made this call.
"Tomorrow night at 9 o 'clock, come to the' Shun An 'auto repair shop in the south of the city."
The address where Ceresto met Feng Xinglang was the same as the address where he met Hetun. But the time was different.
This way, he could test whether the discord between the father and son was real, and he could also help Ceresto determine whether there were people from He Tun lying in ambush near the 'Shun An' auto repair shop!
"Okay! I'll definitely be punctual! "Feng Xinglang agreed.
"Dad, you can come with Eighth Brother and the others …"
Before Xing Shiwu could finish, the phone was hung up.
Feng Xinglang frowned. Why would Xing Shiwu say that I can come with Eighth Brother and the others?
Is he trying to remind me of something?
After pondering for a moment, Feng Xinglang called Eighth Brother.
"Eighth Brother, don't tell me Ceresto made an appointment with your adoptive father, He Tun?"
"How do you know?"
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