Chapter 392
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The beautiful scenery at night was also not bad!
Under the deep blue sky, the rippling blue waves of the sea were reflected in the background. A bright moon hung high in the sky, creating a dreamy scenery of water and sky.
He really didn't expect that a bloody person like He Tun could also follow the fashion and know how to enjoy life.
Shouldn't he be the kind of desperado who bathed in bloody wind and rain for many years?
The beautiful scenery fell into Feng Xinglang's eyes, but it didn't fall into Feng Xinglang's heart. The calmness on the surface could more or less cover up the waves in his heart.
On the super large LCD screen, Feng Xinglang's steps looked steady. His four sharp eyes observed the movements around him.
A young man who was calmer and wiser than his peers.
He Tun's eyes were tightly locked on Feng Xinglang's handsome face.
Too similar!
He had to sigh at the incomparably powerful hereditary genes.
He Tun began to habitually fiddle with the broken red sandalwood bracelet on his wrist. Every time he saw this face, He Tun would use this method to calm his heart that suddenly became difficult to calm down.
What was wrong with him? That woman had been dead for twenty years!
How could a fickle and frivolous woman be worth his hatred?
If only she was still alive! She could see with her own eyes how the unfilial son she had with another man was played in the palm of Xing Mu's hand.
The one who led Feng Xinglang into a villa with a similar layout but brightly lit was a tall and sturdy man.
Outside the door of the villa stood another muscular man who looked extremely similar to him. He was serious in speech and manner.
They should be twins, a bit like Heng and Ha!
Feng Xinglang remembered that Cong Gang seemed to have mentioned to him that when he cut the arm of Lao Jiu last time, he was injured after being chased by Lao Si and Lao Wu of He Tun's foster sons.
And Lan Youyou also mentioned these two people to him. Every time she 'introduced' Lao Si and Lao Wu, she would mention them together. She should be referring to the two gatekeepers in front of him, Heng and Ha.
They looked quite silly. They were the kind of people who were mentally retarded but highly capable.
Stepping into the living room of the villa, there were two screens that were slightly higher than Feng Xinglang's. The decoration was very simple, but Feng Xinglang knew that it was two high-precision human body detectors.
He calmly walked through the passage between the two screens. On the monitor at the side, a skeleton was shown walking in the middle of it.
Feng Xinglang was not worried about the tracking device that Cong Gang had planted in his body.
He believed in Cong Gang!
Cong Gang must have some kind of unclear relationship with River Town. For He Tun, he knew both himself and his enemy.
As expected, the tracking device in Feng Xinglang's biceps did not trigger an alarm. Firstly, it was because Cong Gang understood the River Village's detection methods. Secondly, it was because the tracker on Feng Xinglang's body had not been activated yet.
After passing through the screen detection channel, Feng Xinglang saw He Tun sitting steadily in the living room.
He Tun closed his eyes, as if he was resting, but also as if he was preparing something. He was in a sleep-like state!
The only thing that could tell that he was still alive was that he kept fiddling with the bracelet on his wrist.
His skillful movements proved that he had been playing with this red sandalwood bracelet for many years.
There was only one person standing beside River Tun. It was Old Eighth. Feng Xinglang had seen him before. A monster that was as fast as a ghost.
The whole living room was empty. There were no more poker faces. Only Old Eighth?
According to Xing San, shouldn't there be another Old Twelfth? Why couldn't he be seen alive or dead?
Could it be that Old Twelfth was Cong Gang?
It shouldn't be! Judging from the time of adoption and the order of ranking, Cong Gang should be before Xing San. It was impossible for him to be Old Twelfth, who had just been adopted by River Town.
Feng Xinglang's eyes instinctively glanced at the top of the villa's living room. He didn't seem to find anything strange.
Perhaps the only strange thing was that Xing San was not there.
Xing San must have been sent to guard his elder brother, Feng Lixin, and Lin Xueluo.
This made Feng Xinglang feel slightly relieved. Because Lan Youyou was in his hands, Xing San should treat the two of them well.
Except for Old Twelfth, everyone who should be here was here?
If he took them all out now, wouldn't he be able to take down River Town in one fell swoop?
As for that twelfth brother, he probably wouldn't be able to cause any big waves by himself!
"Mr. River Town, since you don't like my face so much, why do you send me to your door again and again to annoy you?"
Feng Xinglang said blandly. His posture was tall and straight, and he still had an imposing appearance.
He Tun slowly narrowed his sleepy eyes, but he could still see a sharp glint in those deep eyes.
The way he looked at Feng Xinglang was like a ferocious eagle staring at a proud field mouse on the ground.
The field mouse thought that he was smart and quick-witted, but he didn't know that his every move was seen by the battle-hardened eagle.
He Tun glanced at Feng Xinglang from the corner of his eyes, which were full of contempt.
Four contemptuous words spilled out from between his teeth.
"Young and frivolous!"
He Tun's contempt made Feng Xinglang feel a little uneasy. With just these few people, the old poisonous fish could be so arrogant?
Or was this old poisonous fish already planning for a rainy day? Or was he playing some kind of trick?
Feng Xinglang couldn't help but look up and down at the villa's living room. Other than He Tun who was sitting steadily on the sofa, and Old Xing who was standing like a telephone pole next to him, there were no other living beings in this villa.
"He Tun, I don't know what kind of deep hatred you have for us brothers! Or maybe you don't need a reason to kill! Since things have come to this, I don't want to know! But I can tell you, even if we brothers die, we will not let you live well! "
Feng Xinglang really wanted to rush over and kill He Tun, but he still had to buy more time for Old Chu and the others to make arrangements.
"Threatening words? To buy time? "
He Tun hit the nail on the head and revealed Feng Xinglang's intentions.
Feng Xinglang was slightly startled. It seemed that this He Tun didn't underestimate me as much as he seemed!
"Then let's finish this quickly!"
Feng Xinglang said in a low voice, "Didn't you want me to make a choice? Where are the choices? It's time to present them, right? "
"Young people are always so impatient!"
He Tun snorted, "Before you do the multiple-choice question, I'll give you a judgment question!"
Give me a judgment question?
"Mr. Xing, you are an ambitious and ruthless person in South America. Aren't you afraid of losing face by going back on your word?"
Feng Xinglang was not interested in making a judgment question.
“No！ To be precise, this question was given to you by yourself! "
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