When Feng Xinglang walked out of the Feng residence, Ye Shinian happened to rush over with his men.
"Take good care of them!"
Feng Xinglang's tone was calm. He seemed very calm.
[If you really die, I will take good care of your brother! If I have soup to drink, I will never let your brother drink water! If you can help him go to the toilet, so can I!]
What about this naive and sweet girl? When she should be weak, she could be as tough as a rock!
For some reason, Feng Xinglang felt very calm when he walked out of the Feng residence tonight.
It was so calm that this was not a journey to death, but a very ordinary short trip.
There was a wife waiting for him at home, and his big brother was holding him back.
Thus, Feng Xinglang smiled again. The smile came from the bottom of his heart, and slowly spread across his handsome face.
When the black Ferrari rushed out of the Feng residence's courtyard, Cong Gang's phone was also connected.
"Cong Gang, if I don't come back from Yulong City in an hour, bring Lan Youyou to the banquet! You decide how to do it yourself! "
After a slight pause, Feng Xinglang slowly raised his breath. "Don't take that woman away in front of my brother!"
"Okay."
Cong Gang only grunted in response and hung up the phone.
"…" Feng Xinglang was silent for a moment. Why was this kid more like his master than him?
To be honest, Feng Xinglang did not really like Cong Gang's cold personality. He always acted as if the relationship between a master and a servant was as indifferent as water.
In comparison, Feng Xinglang still liked Ye Shinian more. He was glib, and his status as the master was very clear!
However, whenever there was something difficult or important, the first person Feng Xinglang would think of would be Cong Gang.
Although he was cold and arrogant, his loyalty to his master was absolute!
Feng Xinglang's hand that was holding the steering wheel was a little tight, and his knuckles were white.
Strangely, in this life and death situation, Feng Xinglang's mind was not tied up with his big brother Feng Lixin, but the woman named Lin Xueluo.
He seemed to think of the woman's weak but incomparably firm words: 'If I have soup to drink, I will never let your brother drink water! If you can help him go to the toilet, so can I! '
Perhaps it was not necessary to have a strong physique, but also an indomitable heart!
Feng Xinglang didn't know if it was the woman's silly kindness that moved him, but Feng Xinglang had a light smile on his face the entire way.
The black Ferrari stirred up gusts of wind, rolling up the autumn leaves and making them dance in the air.
After parking in the parking lot of Imperial Dragon City, Feng Xinglang adjusted his breathing before getting out of the car.
In an instant, a black shadow attacked him.
Feng Xinglang furrowed his handsome brows.
In the past, only Bai Mo had resorted to such despicable methods of sneak attacks. Unexpectedly, Yan Bang had also started doing it recently.
As expected, the one attacking Feng Xinglang was Yan Bang.
However, he didn't throw Feng Xinglang over his shoulder like Bai Mo did. Instead, he caught Feng Xinglang, who had just gotten out of the car.
"Lang, promise me, don't be rash! Calm down! "
However, Yan Bang still couldn't put his mind at ease, so he left and waited in the parking lot.
"Yan Bang, when did you become so wishy-washy? You don't deserve the title of Shen Cheng City's executioner! "
Feng Xinglang couldn't stand Yan Bang, who was even more wishy-washy than his big brother Feng Lixin.
He didn't know when this guy became so wishy-washy.
"Lang, we still don't know the background of this poisonous fish. Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you win a hundred battles. Let's think about it. "
Yan Bang put his arm around Feng Xinglang's shoulder, walking toward his Imperial Dragon City, while doing his persuasion work.
Think about it again! His big brother Feng Lixin said so, and now Yan Bang also said so. Feng Xinglang was almost sick of hearing this!
"Yan Bang, aren't you the local bully of Shen Cheng City? Why are you afraid of a poisonous fish?" Feng Xinglang snorted coldly.
As the saying goes, a strong dragon can't suppress a local bully! Not to mention that the guy named Xing Mu was just a fish!
It was just poisonous!
Having said that, Yan Bang didn't want to see the fierce fight between the two tigers.
In order to save Feng Xinglang from the sea of fire, Yan Bang almost lost his life!
"If I knew, I wouldn't have asked that poisonous fish for you!"
Seeing Feng Xinglang's contemptuous look, Yan Bang had to complain bitterly.
Imperial Dragon City was the territory of Yan Bang, the local bully. Yan Bang was also a ruthless person.
Almost all the poker faces in the room were Yan Bang's men.
Outside the door of the meeting room, there were two people who looked strange to him. They were not Yan Bang's men. Their poker faces were all black, and their clothes were very casual.
Both of them were adopted sons of He Tun. One was the third brother, and the other was the eighth brother.
When Feng Xinglang passed by, the third brother could still smile and nod to him, but the eighth brother didn't even bat an eyelid.
It seemed that they were the same type of people as Cong Gang!
The person who hurt his big brother Feng Lixin was behind this door. Feng Xinglang's mood couldn't be as calm as when he walked out of the Feng family.
Yan Bang saw that Feng Xinglang's chest was heaving up and down. He immediately put his arm around his shoulder and patted him.
"Lang, what do you want to drink? I just got a few bottles of good wine. You are really lucky. "
Yan Bang just wanted Feng Xinglang to relax a little.
But Feng Xinglang didn't appreciate it.
He sped up a few steps and pushed the door open unhurriedly.
Feng Xinglang saw Hetun between the two at a glance.
Hetun, real name Xing Mu, was about fifty years old.
A very manly man!
Dressed in smoky gray casual clothes, he had a strong aura that could destroy heaven and earth.
His facial features were firm and tough, especially his eyes, which had accumulated the depth of time.
It was a sense of steadiness that only people who had experienced the tempering of time would have.
Just as Cong Gang had described, this Hetun had well-developed limbs, and his body was as strong as a strong bull.
That Swarzenegger-like body was lying on the sofa in a lazy posture.
However, the sharpness in his eyes allowed his well-built body to move in an instant, waiting for the right opportunity.
He thought it would be one of his old enemies in Chinatown, but Feng Xinglang didn't know this poisonous fish at all.
Compared to the steadiness and calmness of Hetun, Feng Xinglang seemed much more youthful and energetic.
Because the muscles on his handsome face were twitching. Because he had accumulated too much hatred and anger.
Hetun was also looking at Feng Xinglang. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and his expression was calm and cold.
Perhaps, he had seen the two brothers of the Feng family before. This was the first time they were face to face.
"Oh, let me introduce: this is my second brother, Feng Xinglang."
Yan Bang followed and stood beside Feng Xinglang.
The signal he wanted to send back to Hetun was: he is my man, and I hope you can give me, Yan Bang, face and don't be ruthless!
"This is the famous Mr. Hetun, who is famous throughout South America."
During the whole conversation, Yan Bang had been close to Feng Xinglang.
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