Chapter 370
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This burnt smell lingered on Feng Lixin for more than half a month.
At that time, Feng Xinglang was always by Feng Lixin's side, accompanying him through all the times he had gone through the gates of hell.
The hand that lifted the blue cloth was very steady, but Feng Xinglang's heart was in turmoil.
Even a dog picked up would develop feelings after spending a long time with it. Moreover, Cong Gang was a living person!
Under the blue cloth was a burnt body with a hideous face. It was impossible to tell his appearance from his burnt facial features.
"Boss, I will definitely avenge you!" Ye Shinian was choking with sobs.
Although Cong Gang usually appeared and disappeared mysteriously, Ye Shinian was subdued by Cong Gang's aloof and aloof demeanor. He always looked up to Cong Gang.
Feng Xinglang did not say anything. He only felt that it was not only his ribs that were hurting. It was as if there was an indescribable pain spreading all over his body. It was as if thousands of ants were gnawing at his bones.
"Shinian, go out first. I want to be alone."
Feng Xinglang's low voice was filled with endless sorrow.
"Brother Lang, my condolences." Ye Shinian responded and left. He was choking with sobs that he could not speak.
Staring at the burnt body under the blue cloth, Feng Xinglang's eyes turned red.
"You dog, I am not dead yet. How can you die? Didn't I tell you that you can't die before I die? "
Feng Xinglang hissed in a low voice. Every word he said was so heavy.
Feng Xinglang held Cong Gang's burnt and deformed hand.
He wasn't afraid, nor was he afraid. He could accept such a horrible corpse better than others.
He thought that Cong Gang was just a guard dog in his heart. But at this moment, Feng Xinglang realized that the indifferent relationship between a master and a servant was also very precious!
"Cong Gang, you dog …"
Feng Xinglang cursed. He tried to suppress the pain in his heart. He took a deep breath to relieve the pain.
Suddenly, Feng Xinglang retracted his gaze from Jiao Ti's arm.
Thinking of something, Feng Xinglang started to pinch the charred body's right arm. He even used his fingers to pinch between the two bones.
Ten minutes later, Feng Xinglang removed his hand and covered it with the blue cloth.
Outside the morgue, Ye Shinian punched the wall and choked with sobs.
"Alright, stop howling! We need to turn our grief into strength! "
Feng Xinglang walked to the sink and washed the dirt on his hands over and over again. He had also used a lot of sterilization and disinfectant.
"He Tun, this enmity is irreconcilable! I'll definitely kill you with my own hands and avenge my Brother Cong! "Ye Shinian swore with gritted teeth.
Feng Xinglang glanced at Ye Shinian and said calmly,
"Send someone to follow Bai Mo for the next few days. Be prepared to kidnap him at any time! "
"Ah? Why would we kidnap Crown Prince Mo? "Ye Shinian was startled.
"You have another option, which is to kidnap Yan Bang!"
Feng Xinglang said calmly.
"Kidnapping Brother Bang?"
Ye Shinian's mouth formed an 'O' shape in shock. Because kidnapping Yan Bang was a suicide mission. Would he still be alive?
Who was Yan Bang? He was the executioner of Shen City! Kidnapping him was a suicide mission!
"Forget it, I'll just keep an eye on Bai Mo!"
Pick the soft persimmon and pinch it. A wise man submits to circumstances.
"Brother Lang, why would we kidnap Crown Prince Mo? Are you thinking about Master Bai's family property? "Ye Shinian asked curiously.
"In Shen City, nothing is more sensational than kidnapping Bai Mo and Yan Bang!"
Feng Xinglang said thoughtfully. If Bai Mo was kidnapped by He Tun, then it would be reasonable for Old Chu to ask the government to use the special forces.
"Brother Lang, there are many ways to make the headlines. We don't need to kidnap them!" Ye Shinian kindly reminded him.
"If you ask again, I'll cut off your tongue!"
Feng Xinglang snorted and then got into the Lamborghini and left without looking back.
Watching the Lamborghini disappear, Ye Shinian seemed to be a little angry for Cong Gang.
From Feng Xinglang's words and actions, he didn't see him sad because of Cong Gang's death.
"Sigh, the tea cools when he's dead!"
Ye Shinian sighed.
*
The Lamborghini's green frog-like color was too flashy. He was in a hurry to leave, so he randomly picked this one from Bai Mo. It was fast enough.
Feng Xinglang seemed to have released some of his pent-up emotions, so he bought a Hummer from GK that had better anti-collision capabilities.
Feng Xinglang had just changed his car when he received a call from Auntie An.
"Second Young Master, the man who took Miss Lan from the Feng family is here again."
"Xing San? Why did he go to the Feng family? Did he make things difficult for you? "
"No! He said he wanted to talk to you about something and asked you to come back when you have time. He also said it's about Mrs. Xue Luo. "
Feng Xinglang's brows instantly furrowed at the mention of Mrs. Xue Luo.
"Did he come alone?"
"Yes, he came alone!"
"Okay! I'll come back right away. Tell him to wait for a moment! "
"Okay. I'll go make tea for him. "
*****
He could hide now, but he couldn't hide forever.
Elder Bai's words about his health deteriorating day by day forced his grandson, Bai Mo, to go back.
Bai Mo's parents died early, so Elder Bai paid more attention to the Bai family's reproduction.
From the women that Feng Xinglang had helped him pick out last night, Bai Mo picked out a woman that caught his eye and hurriedly drove to the Bai Residence.
On Qinan Road, less than five kilometers away from the Bai Residence, Bai Mo's flashy convertible Maserati was stopped by a dazzling red Maserati.
Maserati, hell, Maserati, where's fate?!
The figure that emerged from the red Maserati made Bai Mo's heart beat faster.
It was Lan Youyou!
Lan Youyou was very beautiful today: a pure student girl with straight hair, elegant and moving. Her light makeup made her look even more natural; she was as pure as a fairy that didn't belong to the mortal world. Her ordinary clothes couldn't hide her refined temperament.
The convertible steadily stopped at Lan Youyou's feet.
"Girl, did the car break down? This young master is happy to help. "
At this moment, Lan Youyou's slightly melancholic temperament made Bai Mo extremely captivated.
"Who is she? She's as old as a sweet potato! She can't be Master Mo's girlfriend, right? "
Lan Youyou's aura was more like mockery than mockery, making the woman in the convertible almost unable to restrain her anger.
"Come, sweet potato, take this money and find a cool place to drink tea!"
Bai Mo threw a thick stack of red notes to the woman and waved her away.
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