Old man Ando was staying in the same hotel as Miyamoto Bunta?
Feng Xinglang didn't expect that!
From this, it could be seen that Miyamoto Bunta's every move was under Ando's watch!
In other words, Miyamoto Bunta's every move was ordered by him!
But that didn't include the note that was written in Japanese!
There were no security guards outside Ando's room. But when Feng Xinglang stepped out of the elevator and stepped onto the floor, he sensed that his every move was being watched. It was obvious that if he made any strange moves, he would be the focus of the Yamaguchi-gumi's Japanese ghosts.
Just as Feng Xinglang was hesitating about which door to open, the door to the room on the left opened.
It seemed that Ando not only knew that someone was coming, but he also knew the identity of the person and the purpose of the person.
Feng Xinglang exhaled slightly and straightened his back before he walked into the opened room calmly.
His posture was calm and steady, and his expression was calm and confident.
However, Feng Xinglang's heart might not be as calm and tranquil as he appeared on the surface.
He knew what kind of organization Yamaguchi-gumi was. Profiteering, ferocious, ruthless, and so on were all labels that could be found in them.
But Feng Xinglang was willing to believe in Miyamoto Bunta. He was willing to use his health in exchange for one year of his and Yan Bang's lives, and his words: If you are willing to die for him, then the two of you don't have to die!
Feng Xinglang wasn't 100% sure whether he would die or not, but he still chose to fight for Yan Bang's life, and he did his best!
He thought that Old Ando would be surrounded by people, but he didn't expect that there was only an old man drinking tea in the room.
The old man had a head full of silver hair, and his face was clear. He looked hale and hearty.
He looked more like an old man at home, the kind that stood aloof from worldly affairs. He didn't seem aggressive at all, and he even looked kind and harmless!
Definitely fake kind!
How could someone who could control the entire Yamaguchi-gumi behind the scenes be a kind and harmless old man?!
Even if he looked like one! But he definitely wasn't!
It wasn't some expensive tea, but a very common lotus leaf tea.
The weather at the end of August was unbearably hot and dry. In addition to clearing away heat and dampness, lotus leaves could also strengthen the spleen and aid Yang, which was very suitable for the occasion.
He didn't expect that Old Devil Ando, who was one of the top figures in the Yamaguchi-gumi, also adhered to the principle of only drinking the right ones, not the expensive ones.
"Greetings to Mr. Ando," Feng Bujue said.
This sentence was not overly flattering. It was more like a junior showing respect to an elder. It was very pleasant to listen to.
"You're the son of that poisonous fish?"
The old man lifted his eyes and looked at Feng Xinglang. His expression was still kind and affectionate. There was not the slightest sign of hostility.
Feng Xinglang did not give a clear answer. He only curled his lips into a faint smile.
"Old Mr. Ando, please forgive me for my presumptuous visit."
"Don't worry!"
The old man understood Chinese and spoke it fluently. He made an inviting gesture towards Feng Xinglang, indicating that he could sit opposite him.
"Coincidentally, I also want to see Poison Fish's beloved son! He is indeed a man of striking appearance, a dragon among men! "
It seemed that the old man's topic revolved around 'that poisonous fish', which was River Tun.
From this, it could be seen that this Old Devil Ando was quite familiar with River Tun.
As for whether their relationship was just a superficial relationship of interest or a close friendship, it remained to be seen.
"Mr. Ando is very familiar with … River Tun?"
After struggling for half a second, Feng Xinglang still could not bring up the word 'father'. Even if he was just playing along, Feng Xinglang was not willing to call him that against his will.
"I'm a puppet, and I'm not as free and unfettered as that poisonous fish!"
Such an answer seemed to be somewhat off-topic. It sounded like a sigh, and it seemed that he was not in the mood to answer Feng Xinglang's question.
However, this word 'puppet' … What kind of signal was it sending to Feng Xinglang?
Was it that he couldn't make the decision? Or was he just obeying orders?
He had not even opened his mouth, and this old devil was already trying to shirk his responsibility?!
"Mr. Ando, this junior is here today to discuss a business deal with you …"
Regardless of whether Old Devil Ando wanted to shirk his responsibility or not, Feng Xinglang still began to state his purpose of coming.
"Let's hear it!" Old Ando was straightforward.
"This junior feels that this Yamaguchi-gumi is more or less a group with interests … If there's a long-term stable injection of funds, I think it'll be more valuable than Yan Bang's stinky body!"
Feng Xinglang's words were concise and to the point: If Yan Bang didn't die, he would be able to inject a steady flow of funds into Yamaguchi-gumi.
Old Ando's expression did not seem to change, and he still had that fake benevolent look on his face.
"This humble one is very willing to cooperate with the talented Mr. Feng Xinglang. It's just that there's an old saying in China: A life for a life, and a debt for a money! Yan Bang owes Yamaguchi-gumi a life, and the organization will not give up on demanding it! I think you also understand this principle! "
Old Ando did not beat around the bush with Feng Xinglang. Instead, he lowered his stance and said a bunch of words that said he was also in a difficult position.
Actually, as the leader of Yamaguchi-gumi, Old Ando did not need to be so 'humble' to Feng Xinglang.
It could be said that his attitude was quite gentle. There was not the slightest bit of harshness.
"Whether Yan Bang's stinky skin is kept or not, it's actually just up to you, Mr. Ando! I just feel that a living Yan Bang is more valuable to Yamaguchi-gumi! "
After a slight pause, Feng Xinglang took a deep breath and continued with some difficulty, "Yan Bang is my close friend. I wonder if Old Mister Ando can give He Tun some face and spare his life to linger on! But he can bring endless benefits to Yamaguchi-gumi! It's even possible for him to have hundreds of millions of liquid funds every year! "
Feng Xinglang had already made his words very clear: If Yan Bang was kept alive, Yamaguchi-gumi could earn a considerable amount of funds every year; if Yan Bang was not kept alive …
There was silence at first, then Old Ando shook his head with a gentle and light smile.
"As expected of a biological father and son … always like to make things difficult for others!"
There was quite a lot of information in Old Ando's words. Feng Xinglang also wanted to know: What did He Tun make things difficult for him?
"You are the son of that poisonous fish, I might as well be frank with you: Even if I let Yan Bang go, the Mo Hidden Group will not let him go! A country has its laws, and a gang has its rules. If I can't avenge their master and establish their prestige, I can only give up my position in the end! I hope you can understand! "
Old Ando's humble explanation sounded reasonable and well-founded. He felt that taking Yan Bang's life was quite a righteous thing!
"But this is Shen Cheng! Even if you talk about national laws, you have to follow our national laws! "
Feng Xinglang refuted Old Ando sternly.
…
Yan Bang, who was grounded by Feng Xinglang in Yulong City, was really bored. And he called Feng Xinglang's phone for a whole day, but he couldn't get through.
More or less, Yan Bang still felt a little sullen and humiliated.
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