He Tun did not vent his anger on his subordinates. Instead, he waved his hand to dismiss Xing Laosan and his men.
Staring at the blood-stained artificial leather goods, He Tun seemed to have fallen into a quagmire that he could not extricate himself from.
He thought of Feng Xinglang's face again …
The face that made him want to tear it off at first sight!
*
Feng Xinglang woke up from the overwhelming pain.
It was not a comfortable sleep.
Apart from the pain all over his body, the violent collision of dreams disturbed his sweat, as if he had been thrown into an oven.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Cong Gang's face that made him want to punch him.
The external application was made of Chinese herbal medicine, which was still emitting steam. It could help his wounds heal faster.
Cong Gang injected Western antibiotics into his body.
Feng Xinglang only took a brief look around and recognized that this was Cong Gang's haunted house. It was broad daylight, yet the curtains were drawn.
Feng Xinglang wanted to turn over and sit up, but the pain made him groan when he touched the wounds on his body.
When he was in the business car, Feng Xinglang did not feel any pain except for the excitement of killing the people in the riot police car. But at this moment, all the wounds were screaming at him.
Cong Gang supported Feng Xinglang's waist with one hand and brought his upper body down to the ground.
"The injuries are not serious, but they are not light for you. One of your ribs is fractured, and there is some internal bleeding. The broken glass cut your left ear and spread to the scapula of your left shoulder. There is a four-centimeter long wound on your left leg, but it did not hurt the main artery."
It was enough to show that Cong Gang's examination of Feng Xinglang was very detailed.
Feng Xinglang tried to sit up again, but the left half of his body seemed to be anesthetized, and he could not use any strength.
Obviously, the effect of the anesthetic had not worn off. Feng Xinglang cursed in a low voice, but finally lay back down.
"Give me the phone, I need to make a call," Feng Xinglang said with difficulty.
After all, a person with only carbohydrates could not fight against chemicals.
Cong Gang's phone was very simple and old. It was an encrypted phone. The call was made to Butler Mo.
"Old Mo, it's me. Feng Xinglang. "
It was an unfamiliar number that did not show the caller ID. Hence, Feng Xinglang spoke first.
"Second Young Master, where are you? Are you hurt? "
He could tell that Butler Mo was very impatient on the other end of the line.
"Don't worry about me! Aren't I still alive? "
Feng Xinglang perked up. "Oh right, where's my brother? Is he all right? Are you going crazy from missing me? "
"Needless to say, the Eldest Young Master was worried about you the whole night!" Housekeeper Mo truthfully said.
In the next second, Feng Lixin's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Old Mo, is that Xing Lang? Let me talk to him."
At that moment, when Feng Xinglang heard that his big brother, Feng Lixin, was safe, he instinctively wanted to hang up. He didn't want to face Feng Lixin's interrogation.
But the phone still ended up in Feng Lixin's hands.
"Alright, is that you? Are you hurt? "
"Great! He can eat, sleep … and beat people up. "
Feng Xinglang said calmly.
"Where is Xue Luo? Where did Xue Luo go? Didn't you send Xue Luo to the Bai Residence? Why don't I see her? "
Sure enough, Feng Lixin urgently asked for the whereabouts of his sister-in-law, Lin Xue Luo.
"She probably went back to school. That child is very studious, let's not disturb her studies. "
Only he, Feng Xinglang, could think of such a deceptive reason. In order to appease Feng Lixin, he really put in a lot of effort.
"Alright, don't try to deceive me! I called Classmate Yuan, she said that Xue Luo didn't return to the dormitory last night! I couldn't get through to Xiao Qian's phone either! Something must have happened to Xue Luo. "
Feng Lixin had already formed a certain immunity to Feng Xinglang's words. It wasn't that easy to fool him.
Facing Feng Lixin's interrogation, Feng Xinglang inexplicably became impatient.
He wasn't a cold-hearted person! Maybe he would miss that woman, but after last night's situation, he had to give up everything.
"I'm not obligated to help you look after her! Alright, brother, don't ask anymore! If you have the leisure time, go play a game of chess with Elder Bai! "
Feng Xinglang didn't give Feng Lixin a chance to continue interrogating him and hung up the phone.
As long as Feng Lixin entered the Bai Residences, it was like entering a safe. Not only was it safe, but it was also comfortable.
It was indeed an ideal place to go! It was much quieter than the training camp!
Inadvertently, Feng Xinglang thought of the missing woman. What kind of situation was she in now?
She must have fallen into the hands of He Tun!
With He Tun's ferocity, would he lay his hands on a weak woman? What kind of vicious methods would he use?
Feng Xinglang's heart could no longer calm down. Even greater waves surged up and down in his heart.
"Two women, which one are you thinking of?"
Cong Gang's hand slid across Feng Xinglang's smooth muscle lines, and applied a fumigated Chinese herbal paste on his bruised and bleeding wound.
Feng Xinglang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he snorted, "What do you think?"
"I guess you'll think of Lin Xue Luo first, then Lan Youyou …"
Cong Gang's words carried a hint.
Feng Xinglang seemed to understand: if Lin Xue Luo was really kidnapped by He Tun, then Lan Youyou must know her whereabouts.
Instinctively, he wanted to jump up, but his tired body, especially the left half of his body that had not yet regained consciousness, prevented Feng Xinglang from acting impulsively. He had no choice but to lie back down on the sofa.
The second call was made to the Feng family. Aunt An sat quietly by the phone, waiting.
"Aunt An, where's Lan Youyou? Is she awake? "
"Second Young Master, I've been waiting for your call … Both of you must live well."
As soon as she heard the voice of Second Young Master Feng Xinglang, Aunt An could no longer hold back the worry that had kept her up all night, and she burst into tears.
"Aunt An, I'm fine, and so is my brother. I've made you worry. By the way, where's Lan Youyou? "
After comforting her, Feng Xinglang hurriedly asked about Lan Youyou's situation.
"Oh, not long after you left last night, someone came to pick up Miss Lan."
"Who was it?"
"A thin man with high cheekbones."
It was Xing San!
It seemed that he was a step too late. Lan Youyou was now in the hands of He Tun.
"Lan Youyou has been taken away from the Feng family by that Third Brother."
Feng Xinglang frowned slightly and threw the phone to Cong Gang.
"That's terrible!"
Cong Gang stuck the last piece of Chinese herbal paste on the mermaid line on the left side of Feng Xinglang's waist.
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