Slowly, the black shadow squatted down and carefully lifted up Feng Xinglang's injured leg, which was wearing a support device, and placed it on his knee.
He carefully examined the way the support device was worn and its function.
About three minutes later, a scorching warm current started from Feng Xinglang's injured knee, wound all the way to his calf, and flowed into a small portable container.
It was that familiar herbal smell again!
Inexplicably, Feng Xinglang's angry heart slowly calmed down. At the same time, his clenched fists under his nightgown were also relaxed.
After being washed by the herbal solution, every cell of his injured leg seemed to be comforted, all the way to his heart.
The black shadow repeated this seemingly simple but highly technical washing step.
This kind of comfort made Feng Xinglang's breath become deep and comfortable.
He opened his fierce eyes and looked down from above at the intruder who was washing his injured leg and soothing his nerves.
It was still that familiar face: thin and resolute. Every corner of the face was so distinct … that it was asking for a beating!
This went on for more than ten minutes.
During this process, the black shadow kept kneeling on one knee beside the large office chair, acting like a leg block.
Then, it was the application of the medicine. It made the blood in his entire leg flow more cheerfully. It cleared the meridians and warmed the muscles.
Feng Xinglang patiently waited for the black shadow to finish treating his injured leg.
And then …
Where should he grab?
A punch or a slap sounded too noisy in the dead of night!
So, Feng Xinglang's gaze fell on the black shadow's disobedient ear!
"You dog … I've finally caught you!"
He felt a sharp pain in his ear, and the black shadow was forced to raise his head, only to see Feng Xinglang's ruminating and gloomy face.
"Second Master … long time no see!"
Cong Gang's voice was hoarse, as if it came from the depths of his throat.
"Long time no see? That shouldn't be … It's not the first time you've done such sneaky, sneaky things, right? "
Feng Xinglang's thin lips became even more heartless and cold-blooded as he bit down on his words.
"Sneaky …"
Cong Gang paused. "I've really done it before … Second Master, that's a good analogy!"
"…"
To be honest, at that time, Feng Xinglang really wanted to smack Cong Gang to death with a brick.
After staring at each other for a long time, Feng Xinglang let out a cold snort of extreme dissatisfaction.
"Tell me, what do you want?"
Feng Xinglang hissed in a low voice, suppressing the anger in his heart.
"You didn't drink the milk?"
What she got in return was Cong Gang's nonchalant question. He glanced at the wastepaper basket and frowned slightly.
"Who gave you the guts to drug me so brazenly?"
Feng Xinglang asked angrily.
"You're so unreasonable … If I don't drug you, I'm afraid you'll bite me!"
Cong Gang spoke words that made Feng Xinglang furious, but at the same time, he carefully bandaged his wound.
"Actually, you're not much better than a dog!"
These words made Feng Xinglang's hands itch.
It was a backhand slap. The speed of the slap was fast, but the effect was different depending on the target.
Cong Gang dodged Feng Xinglang's slap with a higher level of skill.
The slap missed. Feng Xinglang's upper body almost fell off the large office chair because he used too much force.
Cong Gang reached out to block it.
He wanted to comment that Feng Xinglang was becoming more and more feminine, but in view of Feng Xinglang's beastly state of mind, Cong Gang held back.
"Don't dodge if you have the guts!"
Feng Xinglang, who had stabilized his center of gravity, cast a disdainful look at Cong Gang.
"Do you think I'm as stupid as Yan Bang? He's a masochist, but I'm not! "
Cong Gang began to tidy up the medical kit in an orderly manner.
"Why do you have to kill Yan Bang?"
Feng Xinglang narrowed his cold eyes and asked sternly.
"Yan Bang?" Cong Gang snorted faintly. "He's just a sacrifice for your father's protection! It has nothing to do with me! "
He paused for a moment and sighed softly. "I'm just rehearsing the hidden conflicts in the next few months, years, or decades!"
Cong Gang's answer was very profound. But it was completely within the scope of what Feng Xinglang could understand.
"Cong Gang, what the f * ck are you trying to do?" Feng Xinglang asked sternly again.
"Actually, you, Feng Xinglang, know what I'm trying to do!"
Cong Gang closed the medical kit and looked up into Feng Xinglang's eyes.
He was very calm and very unperturbed.
Feng Xinglang hated to see Cong Gang's indifferent gaze that seemed to be able to read his mind.
He felt that he was completely naked in front of Cong Gang, and he had no clothes to cover his body!
"I'm not as smart as you! That's why I don't understand! I want to hear it from your own mouth! "
Seeing that Cong Gang was silent, Feng Xinglang asked in a hoarse voice, "Tell me, what do you mean by rehearsing in advance? You pretended to be a ghost and kidnapped my son, causing me to fall into the canyon and almost lose my life … Is this what you mean by rehearsing in advance? "
Cong Gang looked at Feng Xinglang quietly and said leisurely, "So what? What can you do to me? "
This tone of voice, this tone of voice, this reckless attitude …
"Cong Gang! Don't force me to kill you! "Feng Xinglang hissed fiercely.
"Is that so? Then I'll quietly wait for you to kill me! "
To be honest, Feng Xinglang was really angered to death by Cong Gang's words at that time.
That handsome face that was so cold that a layer of frost could be shaved off; those sharp eyes that looked like they were about to devour someone; and that chest that was heaving rapidly …
All of them expressed that he, Feng Xinglang, was really, really angry! He was already on the verge of losing control!
"Let's talk about this again when you are capable and courageous enough to deal a heavy blow to me!"
Cong Gang slowly stood up and picked up the medical kit on the carpet.
"Cong Gang, what the f * ck are you trying to do?"
Feng Xinglang almost lost control and roared.
"Calm down! You woke up a family of old and young, and you're crippled. You can't even deal with an uninvited guest like me. That scene, just thinking about it makes me miserable! "
Cong Gang smiled faintly. "Feng Xinglang, just bear with it! It'll be over soon! "
Even if these words did not anger Feng Xinglang to death, it was enough to infuriate him to the point of suffering internal injuries!
Actually, while Feng Xinglang was unable to restrain his anger, he also took the time to consider one thing in his mind.
If he called Bassoon and Xing Shisi upstairs, would they be able to take down Cong Gang in one fell swoop?
Fortunately, Feng Xinglang chose not to take this risk!
At that time, he still did not know that Xing Shisi was not even in the Feng family, and that Bassoon was Cong Gang's man.
If Feng Xinglang knew Bassoon's true identity, he would probably suffer internal injuries from anger!
"Cong Gang, let's talk. What do you want? I'll try my best to satisfy you. "
As the saying goes, the good rises one foot, the evil rises ten?
Feng Xinglang could always control his emotions when he was angered by Cong Gang to the point of vomiting blood.
"After applying the medicine for a week, you'll be able to walk a few steps! You only broke a small fibula, so don't always stay in the wheelchair. That will only make you look more like a cripple! "
Cong Gang's unconventional advice made him feel even more uncomfortable.
Perhaps this kind of injury was nothing to Cong Gang. He would be able to walk in two or three days, but Feng Xinglang had already been in the wheelchair for almost a month.
For people like Cong Gang, his philosophy was to overdraft his life and health for the latter half of his life.
Feng Xinglang, on the other hand, was more concerned about having a wife and child to accompany him for the latter half of his life. He wanted to live a blissful life with children and grandchildren.
Different philosophies meant different pursuits in life styles.
"Cong Gang, can we still talk nicely? What do you want? You can tell me! "
Feng Xinglang forced himself to sigh. "Don't make me regret it. I might as well have picked up a dog when I picked you up!"
"That's why I said you're too kind! Back then, you should have hardened your heart and watched me die, instead of nurturing a tiger and inviting calamity! "
Cong Gang's reply made it clear that they could no longer have a pleasant conversation.
"You really think of yourself as a tiger? In my eyes, you'll always be a dog! "
Was he trying to anger Feng Xinglang?
Naturally, Feng Xinglang would also harshly ridicule and ridicule Cong Gang!
Cong Gang smiled without batting an eyelid. "Feng Xinglang, your way of deceiving yourself is really unique! Do you think I'm a dog just because you think I'm a dog? Do you think you have the ability to control me? "
"I don't need to control anyone! If I treat you as a dog, it just means that the lowly blood flowing in your bones will always be a dog's position in my eyes! It's that simple! "
Feng Xinglang became addicted to mocking and mocking Cong Gang. Giving him a taste of his own medicine!
"But this dog of mine is toying with you like a monkey!"
Cong Gang looked at Feng Xinglang, who had been suppressing his anger, with a faint smile.
"Cong Gang, I really want to f * cking kill you!"
In this battle of glib talk, the outcome was already obvious.
"If I'm not wrong, there's a gun hidden in the second drawer on your right! You can take it out and aim it at my head … As long as you pull the trigger, I'll become a dead dog as you wish! "
"Do you want to die? I'll fulfill your wish! "
Feng Xinglang took out the gun from the second drawer and aimed at Cong Gang, who was right in front of him.
Not only was Cong Gang fearless, but there was even a faint smile on his resolute face that resembled a mocking smile.
"I'll give you the count of ten to pull the trigger … Ten!"
"Nine!"
"Eight!"
"…"
"Three!"
Feng Xinglang really did not expect that Cong Gang would be so reckless as to force him like a fugitive!
At that time, Cong Gang was very close to him, only two to three meters away.
Even if Cong Gang could fly into the sky or burrow into the ground, he would not be able to dodge 100% safely in such a short distance.
Moreover, Feng Xinglang's marksmanship had always been very accurate!
If Feng Xinglang really pulled the trigger, there would definitely be blood. Even if he didn't die, he would still bleed!
It was not until later that Feng Xinglang understood why Cong Gang forced him to be so ruthless!
"Two …"
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