One was deep, the other evil. The two men stared at each other.
There was a tacit understanding between them, but there seemed to be a thousand mountains and ten thousand rivers between them.
"You, understand me so well?"
Feng Xinglang's voice rose slightly. His eyes that looked at Cong Gang were shrouded with a thin layer of mist, as if he wanted to prevent Cong Gang from examining the depths of his heart.
"I don't understand you! I'm just guessing! How could a lowly person like me possibly fathom such a powerful intelligence? "
Cong Gang knew that Feng Xinglang was as cunning as a fox, and he didn't like people trying to fathom his thoughts. Thus, Cong Gang immediately changed his words.
Don't be fooled by Feng Xinglang's gentlemanly smile on the surface. Who knew what bad intentions he had in his stomach.
"So humble?"
Feng Xinglang narrowed his cold eyes. "Cong Gang, your flattery tonight … is a little too much! It makes people feel especially unreal, with a hint of hypocrisy. "
Cong Gang was silent.
As expected, when talking to Feng Xinglang, he had to be careful. He will pick up clues in everything you say and do.
"Disobeying you, you don't like it; flattering you, you still don't like it … Feng Xinglang, you're really hard to please!"
Cong Gang seemed to sigh slightly.
"Hard to please? Have you served me recently? "
Feng Xinglang moved his legs off the coffee table and leaned forward to get closer to Cong Gang. "What I want is your loyalty!"
Cong Gang was still silent. Perhaps not answering was the best answer at this moment.
"Tell me, what have you been busy with recently?"
Feng Xinglang's intuition told him that Cong Gang must be hiding something that couldn't be exposed. Even when talking to him, he didn't have the arrogance from before. Instead, there was an additional flattery that made Feng Xinglang uncomfortable.
Cong Gang stared deeply into Feng Xinglang's eyes, and an imperceptible hint of sadness flashed across.
"Feng Xinglang, when you picked me up from Chinatown … did you ever think that one day you would raise a tiger in your bosom?"
When asking this question, Cong Gang's eyes were especially sincere.
Feng Xinglang's eyelids drooped slightly. He picked up a small teacup and drank it in one gulp.
"I never thought of you as a tiger! I only thought of you as a dog! "
Feng Xinglang raised his handsome eyebrows and asked again, "Dog, are you thinking of biting me, your master?"
Cong Gang was already used to Feng Xinglang's arrogant attitude. He did not fly into a rage out of humiliation when Feng Xinglang evaluated him as a dog.
There seemed to be no harsh words that could provoke Cong Gang!
It seemed that nothing could provoke Cong Gang! His somewhat thin face was filled with uncertainty.
"You really, you want to bite me, your master?"
Feng Xinglang took Cong Gang's silence as a tacit agreement.
"If you want me to die … why do you have to risk your life to save me again and again? "To. to" "To be and, and, and, and, and," To repay?
"And" and "and, and", "and" and ",", "and" and "," and "and". "
"Feng Xinglang, as long as I'm alive, I won't let you die before me!"
Feng Xinglang could not understand the grayness in Cong Gang's eyes.
After a few seconds, Feng Xinglang smiled faintly. "I'm so touched!"
He habitually stroked his chin with his well-defined fingers. "If I'm dying from old age and you're still alive and healthy, don't tell me you're going to 'die first' for me?"
Die for me?
The humor was so cold …
"Don't worry. My body is riddled with scars. I can't outlive you! You'll live longer than me! "
Cong Gang's eyebrows relaxed a little.
Feng Xinglang glanced at the scars on Cong Gang's arm and frowned. "Then, you can die now! Don't waste food in this world! Leave Weikang for me to use! "
Feng Xinglang suddenly became hostile when the topic of "death" was brought up.
Whether it was the arrogant Yan Bang or the strange Cong Gang, they were all Feng Xinglang's good brothers.
Now, one had disappeared without a trace, and the other was talking about death. Feng Xinglang was very unhappy to hear this.
"I can't die right now! In a few days … I'll live or die, it's up to you! "
Cong Gang's expression was indifferent.
This expression of talking about death inevitably reminded Feng Xinglang of Yan Bang.
Yan Bang would always say that he was ready to die on the streets.
"Go to hell!"
Feng Xinglang cursed in a low voice, then turned around and left.
Cong Gang didn't watch Feng Xinglang leave. Instead, he quietly looked at the cup that Feng Xinglang had just drunk from.
The tea cools when he's gone?
Wei Kang only came up from the basement to the living room when the arrogant roar of the engine gradually faded away.
"Boss, you've made it so obvious to Feng Xinglang … Won't he be on guard against us? If he's really on guard against us, how are we going to catch him and use him as a bargaining chip? "
Cong Gang didn't want to answer this question, so he remained silent for a long time.
After a long time, Cong Gang asked in a low voice, "How's the takeover of Third Brother's Imperial Dragon City?"
"Hmm … there should be around six to seventy percent of the supporters! Third Brother's popularity in Imperial Dragon City is good, much better than the ruthless Yan Bang! "
"Let Third Brother quit!"
"Quit? Now? This is the best time for us to take over Imperial Dragon City! "
Cong Gang turned his head and glanced at Wei Kang indifferently. "How about I call you Boss?"
Wei Kang's expression suddenly changed. "I'll inform Third Brother immediately!"
*****
When Feng Xinglang rushed to Imperial Dragon City, the leaderless Imperial Dragon City was in a state of chaos.
With the withdrawal of 'Chong San', all kinds of crooked people wanted to be the boss of Imperial Dragon City.
When Feng Xinglang appeared, the clamorous sounds of fighting returned to silence.
"Your boss isn't dead yet! Are all of you thinking of rebelling? "
Feng Xinglang said in a low voice. He angrily grabbed a few people who were leading the crowd and started to beat them.
When his fists were tired, he changed to another chair and continued to beat them.
Until Feng Xinglang was tired and leaned against the wall.
No one dared to fight back!
First, it was because of the relationship between Feng Xinglang and Yan Bang. Second, it was because of Feng Xinglang's status in Shen City.
With bloodstains all over his body, Feng Xinglang staggered into Yan Bang's living room.
The living room that was destroyed by the fire had already been renovated. It still had the original layout and furnishings; even the oversized sofa was custom-made according to the original style.
Feng Xinglang stood still and stared at it for a while, then he fell straight down.
He lay motionless on the sofa, quietly looking at the crystal lamp on the ceiling.
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