Telepathy was originally used as a metaphor for a man and a woman who were in love and had a mutual understanding of each other.
But now, they could understand each other's thoughts through metaphors.
In fact, the person who understood Feng Xinglang the most was not necessarily his wife, Lin Xueluo, nor was it his brotherly brother, Feng Lixin, nor was it his good friend, Yan Bang. Instead, it was someone else who had an ambiguous relationship with him!
He Tun was fully prepared. He wanted to send Xing Shisi, who he had never met, to his son Feng Xinglang as a close bodyguard, so as to ensure the safety of his son's family at a close distance!
Everything was ready, only the way to 'send someone' was missing!
If he directly sent Xing Shisi to Feng Xinglang as a bodyguard, he would most likely get a stiff rejection!
Therefore, He Tun thought of his daughter-in-law Lin Xueluo!
Even if Xueluo had any dissatisfaction with his father-in-law, He Tun thought that Xueluo would look at the overall situation, for her husband, for his son, and accept Xing Shisi.
It might be easier to let his son Feng Xinglang accept Xing Shisi through Xueluo.
However …
If He Tun could think of it, that person could even think of it!
After all, he was younger than He Tun by 20 to 30 years, and his thinking was more active than He Tun who was getting older!
*****
Feng Xinglang made an appointment with Yan Bang.
Of course, it was not to find him to talk about life and ideals.
Like ghouls like Yan Bang, it was estimated that even after death, they could not change their nature!
Feng Xinglang came to find a bodyguard for himself, his wife, and children.
Feng Xinglang didn't want to use Yan Bang's people!
The person that Feng Xinglang wanted to find had to have a clean background. They had to be clever, but not scheming. They had to be agile, but not scheming and vicious.
Only a blank piece of paper could allow Feng Xinglang to outline and cultivate at will!
This was the underground boxing arena of Yulong City.
To put it bluntly, it was an underground boxing arena.
It was staged every day here: people die for money, and birds die for food!
Risking one's life for a meager reward!
There was a one-meter-high ring in the middle of the arena. It was square, fifteen meters long and fifteen meters wide.
As soon as Yan Bang pushed Feng Xinglang's wheelchair in, there was a burst of noise and shouting.
His excited hormones roared like a tide, shaking Feng Xinglang's eardrums.
Actually, Feng Xinglang did not advocate fighting and killing. In fact, he was somewhat disgusted by it.
Especially after he had a wife and a child. Hence, he frowned slightly.
Seeing that Feng Xinglang had been focusing on the young man on the stage, a middle-aged man in a well-ironed suit immediately approached Feng Xinglang and began to introduce him like a salesman.
"Mr. Yan, that young man is called Bassoon, a Chinese and Thai half-blood. He's 20 years old and an orphan. His punches were not bad, and he was able to keep his composure. It's just that I'm not experienced enough … "
"This yellow-haired kid is too inexperienced! Find the Second Master someone calmer! "
That young man called Bassoon had never caught Yan Bang's eye.
From Yan Bang's point of view, having a young lad following Feng Xinglang was really not a good match!
Moreover, Feng Xinglang was in urgent need of manpower!
How could an inexperienced greenhorn serve his Second Master!
However, Feng Xinglang did not think so. The boy looked very young. His face was covered in sweat, and he still looked childish. He wore a pair of baggy shorts, and his gait was very alert. He seemed to be in a sorry state, but he walked at his own pace. His gaze was very determined, like a trapped beast waiting for an opportunity to strike. His opponent, on the other hand, was a well-built adult man.
Most of the time, the boy only carefully maintained a distance of two to three steps from his opponent. He made full use of the width of the stage to circle around his opponent. He waited for an opportunity to give his opponent a heavy punch …
As for the well-built adult man, he looked like a cat toying with a mouse. However, he did not succeed, and he looked a little angry out of humiliation. Every punch he threw was fatal, but the boy seemed to be able to avoid danger every time.
The boy's strengths were very strong. He was alert, fast, and had a high understanding of fist techniques. Moreover, he could learn and use them in a very short period of time. His strength was very strong. His weaknesses were that his fist techniques were a little messy, and his body was not very full. It was obvious that he lacked experience.
Hence, it was inevitable that he would be defeated.
The only thing that defeated him was his opponent's experience and tactics!
Backstage, in a corner of a room that had been converted into a warehouse, the boy quietly cleaned his wounds.
Although his cheeks and shoulders were obviously red and swollen, the boy did not suffer any fatal injuries.
There was a plastic bag beside the boy. Inside it was his meager reward: a little bit of cash and some food.
In this dark underground boxing arena, where the winner was king and the loser was a bandit, losing was equivalent to losing everything.
Or, he could only start all over again.
Seeing that someone was approaching, the boy subconsciously moved closer to the plastic bag beside his hand.
He raised his head and looked at Yan Bang and Feng Xinglang, who stopped in front of him. The boy did not seem to be worried about his plastic bag anymore. Instead, he continued to clean his wounds.
Perhaps the luxurious items that Yan Bang and Feng Xinglang wore made the boy realize that they would not care about the small amount of money in his plastic bag.
However, Feng Xinglang did the exact opposite.
"Bang, I want the things in his plastic bag! Bring them over for me! "
Feng Xinglang, who was in a wheelchair, ordered Yan Bang.
"…"
Although Yan Bang did not know what Feng Xinglang's intention was, he would give him whatever the Second Master Feng wanted as long as he had it. Even if he did not have it, he would create the conditions to satisfy the Second Master Feng!
Therefore, Yan Bang did not ask any questions. He directly rushed forward to snatch the plastic bag beside the boy.
However, Yan Bang's hand did not reach out!
Before Yan Bang could do anything, he had already taken a big step back with the plastic bag.
At this moment, the boy's sharpness and alertness were once again revealed.
The corner of Feng Xinglang's lips curled up into a faint smile.
"Motherf * cker! How dare you snatch something from me? How dare you dodge? "
Yan Bang, who had failed, instantly flew into a rage out of humiliation. In addition, Feng Xinglang's presence added fuel to the fire.
Yan Bang raised his fist and smashed it at the boy. However, the boy once again avoided the danger.
Without waiting for Yan Bang to punch him a second time, he bent his body and slipped past Yan Bang's waist. He accurately escaped in the direction of the exit.
Yan Bang broke into a run and chased after him.
If he really let the boy escape, he would lose face in front of the Second Master Feng.
No matter what, he had to regain his dignity!
This was Yan Bang's territory. With his order, the boy would not be able to escape this underground 'tomb' that had all the exits closed. Even if he had wings, he would not be able to fly out.
Half an hour later, the boy was pushed by Yan Bang all the way to Feng Xinglang.
"Kneel!"
Yan Bang kicked the boy so hard that he knelt in front of Feng Xinglang's wheelchair.
"Run? Run quickly! Why aren't you running anymore? I told you to run! "
Yan Bang stepped on the boy's back, forcing his face to the ground.
"How dare you behave atrociously in my territory. You're f * cking tired of living!"
Yan Bang kicked the boy's head several times. The boy knew that he could not escape. Since he was no match for Yan Bang, he could only cover his head with both hands to protect it from the serious injury.
Feng Xinglang, who was in the wheelchair, looked down at the boy who was kneeling beside his wheelchair.
"Do you need my help?"
He asked. There was a friendly smile on his handsome face.
The boy raised his head and glanced at Feng Xinglang. The corners of his lips twitched, but he still lowered his head.
The man who was talking to him on the wheelchair was pushed here by Boss Yan. Judging from the concern on Boss Yan's face when he pushed him, it was obvious that they were in cahoots. Would it work to ask him for help?
Yan Bang threw the plastic bag he snatched to Feng Xinglang. Feng Xinglang caught it and glanced at it. There was 200 yuan in cash, some advertising flyers, two bottles of medicine for hemostasis, and some packaged shredded beef and bread.
Feng Xinglang tore open a bag of beef and put a piece into his mouth.
It was very chewy and very appetizing.
Feng Xinglang ate at a leisurely pace.
Yan Bang looked at him for a while. Then, he leaned over and tore a piece from Feng Xinglang's hand.
"Do you want something to drink? Coffee or red wine? "
In the boy's eyes, this kind of leisurely mode was a form of torture every second.
"Red wine! I'll drink it in your room later! "
Feng Xinglang's answer … was very surprising!
Yan Bang's rich eyes instantly lit up. "Leopard Head, ask the chef to prepare the dishes!"
"Yes, CEO Yan." Leopard Head replied and left.
Feng Xinglang looked at the boy who was half-lying on the floor again. It seemed like he was a smart kid who could read people's expressions!
"Do you need my help?"
Feng Xinglang asked again.
The boy moved his lips again. It seemed like he was making a decision.
After a long time, he nodded. "Yes."
"Unfortunately, your answer is too careless! How about this, I'll give you three days to think about it! We'll talk again after three days! "
After saying these unimaginable words, Feng Xinglang was pushed by Yan Bang in his wheelchair and left.
*****
In the long and comfortable business car, Yan Bang laid Feng Xinglang's injured leg flat on the sofa and put a pillow on his back.
"Lang, don't tell me you really like that kid?"
"I'm still hesitating."
Feng Xinglang sighed slightly. "But that guy looks pretty good. He's smart and has a sharp mind."
"Smart my ass!"
Yan Bang snorted coldly. "He's a f * cking cunning kid!"
"He's still a kid! CEO Yan, you're a magnanimous adult. Don't stoop to his level! "
In order for the boy to suffer less in Yulong City, Feng Xinglang put in a few good words for him.
"Kid? This kid is big enough! "
Yan Bang naturally liked to listen to compliments.
Not to mention, it was from Feng Xinglang!
Feng Xinglang didn't stay in Yulong City to drink. Instead, he rushed back to GK Ventures.
Half an hour later, an inconspicuous Volkswagen Tiguan drove out of the underground parking lot. Feng Xinglang sat in the car.
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