His feelings were a little complicated!
He hoped that He Tun would give Cong Gang a show of strength and let him know that he was not invincible! It was necessary to be wary!
But he was also worried that He Tun would kill Cong Gang and end him!
Should he go to Shallow Water Bay or not? Or when and when would be the best time to go?
Unknowingly, he turned the steering wheel in the direction of Shallow Water Bay.
It seemed like he was really worried about that bastard!
His son's arrival seemed to be within He Tun's expectations.
Before this, He Tun had discussed with Ke Ben: should they deal with the person in the secret room or move him somewhere else?
There were a certain someone's underlings in front of him and Feng Xinglang and his son behind him. The person in the secret room was undoubtedly a hot potato.
Ke Ben's answer was: he was Feng Xinglang's benefactor and could not be killed for now!
Actually, He Tun had considered this point. That person's benefactor was that he had risked his life to save his son! If he had not risked his life to fight, He Tun might not have been able to see his own son again!
But recently, that person's rebellious behavior made He Tun extremely angry.
He Tun tried to have a good talk with him but that person was arrogant and did not give him any face.
Or perhaps, he was waiting for something!
"Ah Lang is here? Quick, sit! Have a drink with Daddy? "
Every time he saw such an outstanding son, He Tun was happy from the bottom of his heart. No matter how many foster sons he had, they could not compare to his own son. That was his flesh and blood that was passed down from the same bloodline.
"No need! Xue Luo's appetite has not been good recently. I have to go back and coax her to eat! "
Feng Xinglang looked around the large and slightly empty living room. Other than the wooden man that his son had mentioned, there were no other changes.
This He Tun was really ambitious! Was he that confident that Ke Ben alone could deal with Cong Gang's underlings?
But then again, for Ke Ben to be able to successfully ambush Cong Gang with his men, he was not to be underestimated!
Feng Xinglang did not expect that this old man, He Tun, had hidden such a low-profile and reserved expert!
"How about this, let my chef go to the Feng family to nurse Xue Luo's appetite!"
Hetun was very concerned about his son's children. He wished that his daughter-in-law, Lin Xueluo, could give him seventeen or eighteen grandchildren.
"No need! She just wants me to spend more time with her! "
Feng Xinglang replied in a gentle voice as he glanced at Ke Ben.
"I heard you successfully ambushed Cong Gang? I really couldn't tell that you had such good skills! "
The listener's state of mind was different, so perhaps they would feel differently.
On the surface, it seemed like Feng Xinglang was praising him. However, if one listened carefully, it was not difficult to hear Feng Xinglang's reproach and contempt.
"Crown Prince Xing is flattering me!"
Corben snorted. Feng Xinglang was praising him.
There was no need to beat around the bush in a conversation between smart people. Besides, Feng Xinglang was different from his son. He couldn't be coaxed with just a few words.
Before Corben replied, he subconsciously glanced at Hetun, which meant that he had received Hetun's permission.
"Do me a favor, I want to see him!"
Feng Xinglang first looked at Corben, and then at Hetun, waiting for Hetun's permission.
"Ah Lang, Song Tai is … very dangerous!"
Hetun's gaze was loving. He was definitely reminding his son out of goodwill.
"What's there to be afraid of? Don't you have Corben protecting you? Cong Gang won't be able to do anything! "
Feng Xinglang simplified Hetun's words. He simply thought that Hetun did not want him to visit Cong Gang in the secret room.
"That thing is treacherous. You have to be careful!"
Seeing that his son insisted on seeing Cong Ze, Hetun did not want to ruin their relationship.
"What's there to be careful of? He saved my life. At most, I'll just return it to him! "Feng Xinglang smiled faintly.
After He Tun signaled Ke Ben with his eyes, Ke Ben slowly led the Xing Crown Prince towards the entrance of the underground passage.
After they were some distance away from Hetun, Corben lowered his voice and said, "Crown Prince Xing, please reconsider! Don't make the same mistake again! "
Feng Xinglang glanced at Corben. "My brain hasn't been working well recently. Do you really not understand what Mr. Corben is trying to say?"
Corben said calmly, "Crown Prince Xing, Yan Bang won't have a good ending. Song Tai won't have a good ending either!"
Feng Xinglang was startled. His brows furrowed. "Then guess … will your ending be good?"
Corben looked at Feng Xinglang calmly. His lips curled up slightly. "Crown Prince Xing, you can't do anything to me!"
"Are you sure?" Feng Xinglang snorted.
"I'm sure!"
Corben's tone was calm. There was no expression on his face.
"Crown Prince Xing, please!"
The door to the hidden entrance was pushed open after more than ten seconds. Something more complicated must have been added to the room.
Feng Xinglang covered his mouth and nose when he smelled a cold and damp odor.
After taking two steps down, he realized that there was no movement behind him. He turned around and asked, "Aren't you going in with me?"
"If something happens, Crown Prince Xing, you can shout for help! I'll go in and save you immediately! "
"…"
To be honest, Feng Xinglang did not like Corben's tone.
It was as if he was saying, 'I'm only talking to you because of the River Village's reputation'.
He was asking for a beating!
Feng Xinglang gave Ke Ben a look that said, "You figure it out yourself." Then, he continued walking into the dark tunnel.
Although the wall lights were turned on, the entire corridor was dark and damp, making people feel even more depressed.
Feng Xinglang could vaguely see a person sitting in a cage made of titanium alloy. The person's figure was exactly the same as Cong Gang's.
Feng Xinglang turned on the lights in the dark room.
"Hey, who is this? What's his appearance? A prisoner? "
When Feng Xinglang saw Cong Gang trapped in the titanium cage, his nose turned sour. However, the words that came out of his mouth were filled with sarcasm and sarcasm.
It was impossible for Cong Gang not to hear such a loud and clear sarcasm. He turned his head and glanced at the arrogant Feng Xinglang before lowering his head again. He replied to Feng Xinglang's provocation with silence.
"Cong Gang, you deserve this! How does it feel? "
Feng Xinglang leaned against the titanium alloy cage and looked down at Cong Gang, who was squatting in the cage, with the posture of a victor.
Cong Gang was still silent. One of his hands was cuffed to the cage. Every time he moved, it would make a clanking sound.
Cong Gang's eyes were sore. After staring at him for a while, Feng Xinglang turned his head away.
He took out a cigarette from the pack and lit it up. He impatiently took a deep puff and exhaled a puff of smoke.
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