"It's Yoshida … That son of a b * tch wanted to take advantage of the situation!"
Cong Gang hissed as he clung to the side of the ship, panting tiredly.
"Cong Gang, I didn't expect you to be in such a sorry state!"
Feng Xinglang had never seen Cong Gang in such a sorry state. Under his influence, Cong Gang had always been able to deal with his enemies with ease.
Even in Chinatown, Cong Gang was so calm when he picked him up, covered in blood and on the verge of death.
At this moment, Cong Gang had an unprecedented sense of anxiety and panic.
Of course, he was not afraid of dying; Cong Gang had already seen through his own life and death. Whether he lived one more day or one less day, he did not seem to feel much.
His anxiety and panic at this moment was undoubtedly because of Feng Xinglang who was beside him!
He was worried that he could not successfully send Feng Xinglang to the freighter! He could not bear the thought of Feng Xinglang falling into the hands of Mannie or Yoshida and becoming their hostage.
Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang, who was teasing him, and seemed to realize that he was really nervous.
"You're afraid that you can't bring me out of here alive, right?"
Feng Xinglang certainly knew that Cong Gang was never afraid of death. Perhaps what worried Cong Gang the most was that he could not save Feng Xinglang!
"If you continue to be so f * cking philanthropic, even the gods can't save you!"
Cong Gang snorted coldly and glanced at Xing Shiwu who had followed him and Feng Xinglang to crawl over.
"They're just children … I can't bear to leave them behind! You've never been a father, you don't understand! "
Feng Xinglang pinched his slightly watery eyes. Unfortunately, he still could not save that child number two.
"You're shot?"
Seeing the blood on Feng Xinglang's shirt, Cong Gang immediately reached out and pressed skillfully through his shirt.
"Ouch … f * cking be gentle, it hurts!" Feng Xinglang gasped in pain.
"Don't worry, the bullet is only in your flesh, it hasn't entered your chest yet! You won't die! "
In Cong Gang's eyes, a man's flesh wound was not worth mentioning.
Cong Gang was also bleeding, but Feng Xinglang could not tell where he was injured.
"Cong Gang, to be able to die with you … is actually quite good!"
Originally, Feng Xinglang wanted to curse at Cong Gang to relieve the pain in his body. However, when he saw Cong Gang's face, which was covered in blood and sweat, the words that came out of his mouth changed.
"…" Cong Gang was stunned.
He turned his head and glanced at Feng Xinglang, whose handsome face was covered in blood. He snorted coldly, "But I don't want to die with you at all!"
Feng Xinglang seemed a little disappointed. Or maybe he was just pretending to calm Cong Gang's nerves.
If even Cong Gang couldn't calm down, then no one would be able to escape this death yacht.
"Of course you don't want to die with me … You have a girlfriend now!"
At the mention of Cong Gang's girlfriend, Feng Xinglang remembered the woman named Lia.
"By the way, Cong Gang, where is your woman, Lia? Why don't I see her? "
Cong Gang narrowed his eyes and looked at the smoke on the right. It seemed like the firepower had weakened quite a bit.
"If you can escape from this yacht alive, she will definitely be better than you!"
Based on Cong Gang's unhurried sarcasm, Feng Xinglang didn't seem to feel that he cared about that woman named Lia.
It seemed like it really was that woman named Lia's unrequited love! Cong Gang didn't seem to have much interest in her!
It was good that he wasn't interested! At least at this moment, he could wholeheartedly help Feng Xinglang escape.
"Feng Xinglang, can you stop dawdling? Old Eight can't hold on any longer, he's going to die! "
Xing Shier's ability to appear and disappear like a ghost was still weaker than Cong Gang's. At least when Xing Shier approached, Cong Gang had already noticed him!
Actually, the first person to notice Xing Shier approaching was Xing Shier. He was the one who first turned around and saw Xing Shier. He had met Xing Shier a few times. Every time He Tun went to the manor to visit these fatherless children, Xing Shier would always be with him. Therefore, everyone knew that Xing Shier was his foster father's most beloved foster son.
But now, Xing Shier knew that his foster father's most beloved foster son was actually his own grandson, Xing Shier. It was really Xing Shier.
"Xing Ba is dying?"
Feng Xinglang urged, "Then hurry up and save him! What are you doing here? "
"Old Eight, he … he's prepared to perish together with Ceresto!" Xing Shier's voice choked.
"Perish together?"
Cong Gang's voice tightened, "Don't you know the power of that high explosive? Everyone on the yacht will be blown away! "
"Old Eight wants to jump into the sea with Ceresto and bring him to the deeper waters … to minimize the power of the explosion!"
This was indeed the clumsiest method, but it was also the most effective one.
If Xing Ba could bring Ceresto to the depths of seven to eight meters, then the power of the explosion should be reduced to a certain extent. But would Ceresto be so cooperative? Especially in the water, it was too difficult to bring someone to the depths.
"Feng Xinglang, hurry up! Cong Gang and I will cover you towards the rope ladder! "
"No! The firepower of the Mo Hidden Guild is too strong! If Feng Xinglang goes to the rope ladder now, he will undoubtedly become a target! "
Cong Gang immediately rejected Xing Shier's suggestion. Not to mention the injured Feng Xinglang, even if he was alive and kicking, he wouldn't be able to resist the concentrated fire of the Mo Hidden Guild.
"Staying on the yacht will mean death anyway! Why don't we take a gamble?! "
Xing Shier was a little impatient. At this moment, he was still worried about Xing Ba's life.
"Feng Xinglang, can you not hide behind other people like a girl? Can I be a man again? Cong Gang and I will cover you! "
Xing Shier knew his mission and that Feng Xinglang's life was more precious than his and Xing Ba's. However, he was really worried that Xing Ba wouldn't be able to hold on.
At that time, Xing Shier didn't know that Feng Xinglang had suffered three gunshot wounds, nor did he know that Feng Xinglang had already absorbed a large amount of the Mo Hidden Guild's neurotoxin powder before rushing over. Even now, his body hadn't fully recovered.
Moreover, he had suffered three gunshot wounds. Although they weren't fatal, the overflowing blood was different from an endless stream of tap water. It had seriously affected Feng Xinglang's movements.
"Fine, this prince can't be looked down upon by you. I'll be a man … I'll let you learn from me!"
Feng Xinglang had just stood up when he staggered. Xing Shier immediately stepped forward to support him.
"Brother Twelve, my father is injured."
"Injured? Don't tell me he's going to die now? "
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