He Tun gazed at his biological son, who was very close to him, with a gentle gaze.
They were so close that they could hear each other's breathing. They could feel each other's presence.
They could also feel the kinship that blood was thicker than water.
Xing Ba stood rooted to the ground, not daring to step forward to stop him. He was also nervous about Feng Xinglang, who had a fierce look in his eyes. Did Feng Xinglang know that He Tun was his biological father? If he knew, why would he point a gun at his biological father?
If he didn't know, then He Tun would be in an even more dangerous situation!
Seeing that He Tun didn't say anything and that Xing Er was waiting in the side hall, Xing Ba felt that the first thing he had to do was to calm Feng Xinglang down.
"Feng Xinglang, calm down. Let's talk …"
"Call Xing Twelve! Ask him to bring his men back immediately! "Feng Xinglang yelled.
"I really don't know where Xing Twelve went …"
Xing Ba tried to beat around the bush with Feng Xinglang. It wasn't wise, but he had no other choice.
"Are you playing tricks on me? Then let He Tun be buried with Yan Bang! "
Feng Xinglang pointed the gun at He Tun's head, making him tilt his head back.
"Feng Xinglang, what are you doing? Why are you pointing a gun at my adoptive father's head? "
Hearing the noise in the living room, the little fellow rushed out. He saw Feng Xinglang, who was pointing a gun at He Tun's head.
"Nuonuo, you don't have to worry about adults! Go back to the kitchen, your biological father is waiting for coffee! "
Feng Xinglang didn't seem to want his five-year-old son to see such a cruel and heartless scene.
"Feng Xinglang, you're pointing a gun at my adoptive father! How can I not care?! "
The little fellow didn't want to see He Tun bully his biological father, Feng Xinglang. Of course, he didn't want to see his biological father, Feng Xinglang, make things difficult for his adoptive father either.
Although the flesh on the back of his hand was different, it was still his flesh!
"Don't come over!"
Feng Xinglang yelled and stopped his son, Feng Linnuo, who was rushing toward him.
"Feng Xinglang, what are you doing? The one who hid my mommy was Eighth Brother, not my godfather! "
In the little fellow's opinion, the reason why his biological father, Feng Xinglang, had pointed a gun at his adoptive father, He Tun, was probably because Xing Ba had hidden his biological mother.
"Xing Ba, I'll give you one last chance. Hurry up and call Xing Shier and ask him to bring people back! Otherwise, you can wait to collect the corpses of the river village! "
Feng Xinglang's words were directed at Xing Ba, but it also seemed like he was speaking to his son, Lin Nuo.
"I'll call Twelfth! Old Eight, give me the phone! "
Reminded by her father, Feng Xinglang, the little fellow immediately rushed to Xing Ba's side and fumbled for his mobile phone.
Even if Xing Ba didn't want to give him the phone, he had to! He could not just watch as his adoptive father, He Tun, was threatened by Feng Xinglang.
The call was quickly connected. He must have just arrived at Yulong City, and before he had time to play with Yan Bang to lure the snake out of its hole, Xing Ba called him.
"Twelfth, where are you? Come back quickly! "
The little fellow's chirping could be heard from the phone. In the quiet carriage, it was exceptionally loud.
"Fifteen, Brother Twelfth has something to do! Be good, ask Old Eight to play with you … "
The little fellow was using the hands-free mode, so everyone in the living room could hear Xing Shier's voice.
"What are you still playing for! That bastard Feng Xinglang has pointed a gun at my adoptive father's head! If you don't come back, he said he'll make us collect my adoptive father's corpse! "
The little fellow described everything that happened in the living room of Repulse Bay to Xing Shier.
In order to highlight the tense atmosphere in the living room, the little fellow also took a photo of Feng Xinglang pointing a gun at Hetun's head and sent it over.
"Twelfth, did you see that? I didn't lie to you, did I? Come back quickly! If you come back late, we'll really have to collect my adoptive father's corpse! "
From the little fellow's point of view, no matter what Twelfth was doing at this moment, there was no reason for him not to come back once he could save his adoptive father, He Tun's life!
"Is this Old Eight a vegetarian?"
After Xing Shier cursed, he turned the car around and roared back toward the direction of Repulse Bay.
If he had known earlier, he would have stayed by his adoptive father's side! At least he wouldn't have let Feng Xinglang have his way of pointing a gun at his adoptive father's head!
And the gun in Feng Xinglang's hand was actually carried by his adoptive father, He Tun, all year round.
How stupid was this Xing Shier? How could he give Feng Xinglang a chance to take advantage of?
With a 'swoosh' sound, a slender syringe was inserted into the side of Feng Xinglang's neck.
"Adoptive father … be careful!"
Almost at the same time, Xing Shier flew toward He Tun and used his body to block in front of He Tun.
Layers of phantoms flashed before Feng Xinglang's eyes, and then he fell into darkness. The gun in his hand also fell to the ground, and his whole body went limp on the carpet.
This high-intensity anesthetic was shot at Feng Xinglang by Xing Shier's bodyguard. If it wasn't for the fact that Feng Xinglang was He Tun's biological son, he wouldn't have allowed him to be so presumptuous toward He Tun!
"Feng Xinglang … Feng Xinglang … wake up … don't die … don't die!"
Lin Nuo hurriedly rushed toward his biological father, Feng Xinglang, who was lying limp on the carpet. He pulled out the anesthetic needle from his neck, then hugged his father's head and wailed loudly.
"A Lang … A Lang! Wake up! "
Even though it was his biological son who was pointing a gun at his head, He Tun was still very worried about Feng Xinglang's safety.
"Don't touch him!"
The little fellow angrily pushed away everyone who approached his biological father, Feng Xinglang. "If my biological father dies, I'll hate you for the rest of my life!"
"Fifteen, calm down! This is just anesthetic. Your biological father is just asleep, and he'll wake up in a few hours! "
Xing Shier immediately came forward and hugged Lin Nuo, who was kicking and hitting wildly. "Touch him, your biological father is still breathing! He's fine, he's just asleep! "
The little fellow opened his little palm and pressed it against his biological father's nose. When he detected that his biological father's breath was normal, he stopped crying.
"A Lang …"
He Tun murmured softly. He didn't know how to hug his biological son, Feng Xinglang, who was lying limp on the carpet and was about the same size as him. Unlike Fifteen, he could hug his entire son in his arms …
"Foster Father, don't worry. Xing Lang will wake up on his own in five to six hours. This medicine has almost no side effects. "
Xing Shier comforted He Tun, who was half-kneeling on the carpet and holding up Feng Xinglang.
At this moment, Xing Shier suddenly felt that his foster father, He Tun, was really old! He was no longer as cruel and cold-blooded as he was in the past. He had already begun to yearn for family and had become sentimental!
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