The six muscular men were either beaten black and blue or had their faces swollen by Yan Bang. All of them wanted to lie on the floor and not get up.
As soon as he heard his subordinate report that Feng Xinglang was here, Yan Bang's fierce eyes rippled with a trace of gentleness.
In the end, he still came!
Yan Bang clearly knew that Cong Gang was in trouble and Ye Shinian couldn't do anything, so Feng Xinglang would definitely come to him!
Yan Bang stopped his punches and glanced at the entrance of the gym. The next second, Feng Xinglang's tall and straight figure came into Yan Bang's sight.
"Lang, you're here?" His voice was slightly raised.
Yan Bang took the towel from the waiter and wiped the sweat on his cheeks and chest, then walked straight up to him.
Without waiting for Feng Xinglang to speak, he suddenly hugged Feng Xinglang in his arms. A strong hug, followed by a warm and friendly face.
"I'll practice with you."
Feng Xinglang said as he took off his hindering suit. The white shirt made him look more capable and straight.
"You? Practice with me? "
Yan Bang was skeptical.
It wasn't that he looked down on Feng Xinglang, but Feng Xinglang, who was a businessman, rarely practiced with real people like him every day.
As the saying goes, the fist never leaves the hand, and the song never leaves the mouth. Without frequent practice, it was inevitable that he would be rusty.
"Look at your physique. Can you handle it? Do you want to learn from Bai Mo and be a rascal? "
Yan Bang's handsome face was full of ridicule. It was a joke, without any sarcasm.
With a "bang", Feng Xinglang's right hook smashed on Yan Bang's tall and straight nose.
Immediately, blood flowed out from his nose. It was enough to show how fast Feng Xinglang's punch was.
He was playing for real!
Seeing that their boss Yan Bang was bleeding, the six muscular men who were lying on the floor and pretending to be half-dead jumped up and surrounded Feng Xinglang.
Yan Bang hurriedly raised his hand to signal the six men not to act rashly. He took the towel from the waiter and wiped the blood from his nose.
"How is it? Am I qualified to practice with you?" Feng Xinglang snorted coldly.
One of the objectives of his trip was to find Yan Bang for a fight to vent the pain and depression in his heart.
Yan Bang flung away the nosebleed towel in his hand and smiled faintly at Feng Xinglang.
"Feng Xinglang, I reckon you are the only person in this world who can sneak an attack on me!"
"Such an honor?"
Feng Xing raised his voice and punched Yan Bang's chin again. His movement was fast, accurate, and ruthless.
After being successfully ambushed once, if he were to be beaten a second time, then Yan Bang wouldn't just be a simpleton …
The lower half of Yan Bang's body was very stable. It was as steady as a rock. He only took half a step back and slightly leaned his body to the side. He caught Feng Xinglang's right uppercut with a whistling wind.
Then, he took advantage of the momentum to drive Feng Xinglang's body and hit Feng Xinglang's left shoulder.
Although Yan Bang's movements were fierce, his strength was much more relaxed. It was only a third of the strength of the six muscular men.
It wasn't enough to hurt Feng Xinglang, but it could consume his physical strength.
Feng Xinglang's right hand was caught. He immediately followed up with a left uppercut, but it hit Yan Bang's raised elbow.
A wave of pain and numbness hit Feng Xinglang. He felt as if he had hit a hard iron stone.
Seeing Feng Xinglang flinging his left hand in pain, Yan Bang quickly withdrew his fist and wanted to check on Feng Xinglang's injury. After all, Yan Bang's fists were trained on real people every day, while Feng Xinglang only worked out to maintain his physique and physical strength.
It was like one was a professional and the other was an amateur.
However, Feng Xinglang seemed to be in a killing frenzy. He attacked Yan Bang with all his might.
Feng Xinglang stretched out his hand and grabbed Yan Bang's right hand. It was a very strong hand. The back of the hand was covered with calluses.
He felt that Yan Bang didn't resist. When the time was right, Feng Xinglang grabbed his right hand tightly. With lightning speed, he performed a beautiful shoulder throw and threw Feng Xinglang to the ground.
Perhaps Yan Bang was taller than Feng Xinglang, or perhaps Feng Xinglang had overestimated his own physical strength, or perhaps Yan Bang had been going easy on him, but the moment Yan Bang fell to the ground, Yan Bang bounced up and stood up.
Before Yan Bang could stabilize himself, a straight punch was aimed at the center of Feng Xinglang's eyebrows …
Feng Xinglang hadn't stabilized his body from the shoulder throw just now when a gust of wind passed in front of his forehead.
He was shocked. When he raised his head, a clenched fist was only 0.5 centimeters away from his forehead. It was accompanied by a gust of wind!
Judging by the strength of the wind from the fist and the number of hairs that flew up, a concussion would be inevitable if the fist really hit him!
Feng Xinglang sucked in a breath of cold air.
Yan Bang slowly loosened his clenched fist and gently put it down.
In the end, Yan Bang couldn't bear to hit Feng Xinglang's forehead with this heavy punch.
"Xinglang, today's sparring session is over. Let's go have a drink. "
Feng Xinglang nodded weakly. The shoulder throw just now had consumed a lot of his physical strength. One had to know that Yan Bang was as strong as a bull and as heavy as a rock.
His ribs started to hurt again. It should be a second injury.
*****
Yan Bang came out of the bathroom and only wrapped a bath towel around his waist.
Feng Xinglang was already drinking by himself in the spacious and luxurious lounge.
"Are you drowning your sorrows in alcohol?"
Yan Bang walked over quickly and took the glass from Feng Xinglang's hand. Then he drank it all. He helped Feng Xinglang drink all the alcohol in the glass.
"Bang, lend me a few people!"
Feng Xinglang let out a breath that was full of the smell of alcohol.
"My people are your people. Use them however you want!"
Yan Bang poured some more whiskey and sipped it a little. He playfully added, "Even I can be your people!"
"Help me find out the background of Hetun, the place where he temporarily lives, and how many children he brought to Shen Cheng City! Also, where did he keep that woman, Lin Xueluo … "
Feng Xinglang didn't want to ask Yan Bang for help. It seemed that he still hadn't recovered from the sadness of the underground garage half a year ago and the cruel choice that Yan Bang made.
But for that woman and the child in her belly, Feng Xinglang still decided to ask Yan Bang for help.
Feng Xinglang couldn't wait anymore.
Most of the time, the news that Old Chu got through the legal channels was half a beat slower than Yan Bang's unscrupulous methods.
Maybe it was because one was working for the public, so he was lazy, while the other was working for the private.
Yan Bang seemed to realize that Feng Xinglang's restlessness tonight was not because of Cong Gang's death, but because of Lin Xueluo.
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