Xing Er heaved a sigh of relief. 'This kid, after so many years, he still refuses to let go of his hatred!
Perhaps he has been living for hatred all his life, and also being destroyed by it! '
In Xing Er's opinion, Song Tai, also known as Cong Gang, was very talented. At least, he was more wise than his father.
It was just that Cong Gang's life was entangled in hatred. His life had already become dark and gloomy.
But Xing Er knew that Song Tai had been working for Feng Xinglang since at least five years ago.
Xing Er more or less learned about the relationship between Song Tai and Feng Xinglang from Lin Xueluo.
At least five years ago, Song Tai didn't know about the relationship between Feng Xinglang and Hetun.
And now, the reason why he used Feng Xinglang and Lin Nuo to threaten Hetun was probably just a spur of the moment idea.
This time, he still had a good chance of winning. Two chips, one big and one small, were enough to make Hetun disarm and surrender.
Moreover, Hetun still had a heart that was eager to express his father's love to Feng Xinglang!
The short cobblestone path was covered by dead wood. Along with it, there might be some secrets that couldn't be exposed to the light.
A stone rolled over the cobblestone path and stopped at the bottom of the steps of the villa. Feeling that this test wasn't good enough, Xing Er's bodyguard lit his coat on fire and threw it over.
After catching the moving heat source, dozens of steel needles flashing with cold light shot out from both sides of the door frame of the villa and hit the moving heat source.
The climbing rope was shot up to the roof of the villa. Two night walkers climbed up the wall full of creepers with the help of the elevator.
Ten minutes later, a few explosions came from the villa. Then, the door of the villa was opened from the inside.
The whole house was filled with the smell of some kind of Chinese herbal medicine. It didn't seem very strong.
After Xing Er sniffed and confirmed that the smell wasn't fatal, he asked Xing Er to go in.
The living room of the villa seemed to still have the smell of the people who had just left.
It seemed that the people inside had just left the villa when they were rushing to the intersection of Pan Shan Road. The people inside should know what happened outside like the back of their hands.
"Second brother, Cong Gang should have left not long ago. Should we chase after him?"
"No need! With Song Tai's methods, you won't be able to catch up to him! "
Xing Er's hand, which was covered in a black leather glove, gently touched the flowers and plants. "Lao Ba, go with Hei Zi to see what's hidden in the basement! Be careful, don't hurt yourself! "
Xing Two knew that the living thing hiding in the basement was probably not Feng Xinglang, so he could not be bothered to check it out personally.
He knew that Song Tai had purposely left him alive. Otherwise, it would have been a piece of cake for Song Tai to kill that person.
Xing Er frowned slightly as he looked at the potted plants that took up almost half of the living room.
The flowers and grasses were lush and lush. It seemed that a lot of effort and effort had been spent on them.
It seemed like Song Tai wanted to use this kind of self-cultivation method to conceal the intense hatred in the depths of his heart.
Xing Er really didn't expect Song Tai to still be alive. He thought that Song Tai had died long ago, that he had died in that life-and-death struggle.
The lone Cong Songtai was only in his early twenties. How could he be a match for the cunning He Tun? Moreover, He Tun had so many followers by his side.
Things in this world were really dramatic.
Perhaps Cong Gang himself didn't expect that the person who saved his life in Chinatown was actually the son of He Tun!
Revenge breeds revenge. It seemed that everything was back to the beginning.
Cong Gang used his savior as a bargaining chip to threaten He Tun into giving in.
Three minutes later, Xing Er hurriedly walked out of the basement.
"Er Ge, the person locked in the basement is Yan Bang!"
"Yan Bang?"
Xing Er frowned slightly. "Is he the person who had improper thoughts about Xing Lang?"
"Yes! I thought he had escaped from Shen City, but I didn't expect that he had fallen into Cong Gang's hands. It's really sad! "
Xing Er couldn't help feeling sorry for Yan Bang. Although he couldn't understand Yan Bang's willingness to go through fire and water for Feng Xinglang.
Xing Er pondered for a few seconds and said lightly, "Take me to have a look!"
In the dark basement, a strong man was tied to a load-bearing pillar.
He must have been washed by water. The clothes on his body clung to his strong muscles, and he looked clean.
Xing Er's eyes swept over Yan Bang's head, stopped at his waist for a second, and then glanced at Yan Bang's feet.
Yan Bang's body was injured. But they were just some superficial wounds. He must have tried to break free from the iron chain and strangled himself.
It had to be said that Cong Gang was a person with mild mysophobia.
Even if it was just a basement, even if it was just a prisoner, he had been cleaned up.
Yan Bang should have been relying on the nutrient solution to maintain his life, so there was no strange smell.
Yan Bang must have felt that someone had entered the basement, so he shook the iron chain on his body angrily. The nutrient solution could only maintain his life, but it couldn't provide him with physical strength, so Yan Bang still looked very weak.
The blindfold and the tape sealing his mouth were pulled off. After a few seconds, Yan Bang saw the person in front of him clearly.
He was from He Tun!
"Yan Bang, you are really sad. You finally escaped from our hands, but now you fall into Cong Gang's hands? "
Xing Er sighed faintly. It didn't sound like sarcasm, but it was more grating than sarcasm.
"What do you want?"
Yan Bang's breath was not enough, and his voice was so hoarse that he could barely speak.
"You ended up like a stray dog because of Feng Xinglang … It's quite pitiful!"
Xing Er's eyes swept over Yan Bang's waist again. It seemed that he was really starting to sympathize with Yan Bang.
"I'm happy to! I don't need your sympathy! "
Yan Bang said hoarsely. He clearly knew that he would not have a good ending if he fell into Xing Er's hands.
But to him, a good death was obviously better than lai huo! It was better than being locked up in this dark basement.
"Yan Bang, you shouldn't have had dirty thoughts about Feng Xinglang!"
Xing Er's words slowly became sharper. It was a show of ruthlessness before the storm.
"It's none of your business, son of a b * tch! Go away! "Yan Bang scolded.
"Maybe you don't know this, but Feng Xinglang is actually the biological son of my godfather, He Tun! My adoptive father will not allow his child to be thought of by a man with dirty thoughts! This is the reason why you must die! "
Xing Er's words stunned Yan Bang.
He was not shocked that Yan Bang had to die, but because of the relationship between Feng Xinglang and He Tun!
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