Sitting in a wheelchair for a long time made Feng Xinglang's footsteps look a little shaky.
Moreover, the support device that assisted him in walking was pulling on his skin and flesh, so the pain was unavoidable.
Bassoon hurriedly came forward to support Feng Xinglang's shaky body. "Mr. Feng, let me push you upstairs."
"No need! Stand further away, I can walk by myself! "
Without the loving gazes of his wife and son, Feng Xinglang was much more relaxed.
Cong Gang was right. If he continued to stay in a wheelchair, he would only become more and more useless!
In fact, Feng Xinglang had been lying in a wheelchair for a long time.
He wanted to avoid it. He was physically and mentally exhausted.
He even wanted to leave Shen City with his wife and son and live a life without anyone to disturb him.
What big brother, what sister-in-law, what biological father, what blood brothers …
Let the rest of them kill each other!
But Feng Xinglang seemed to have realized that if he didn't solve the problem, would the city where his family lived become the next Shen City?
It was hard to say!
Feng Xinglang was Bassoon's financial backer. Bassoon had to listen to his orders, but he also had to worry about his safety. He could only follow behind Feng Xinglang, keeping a distance from him.
The flat floor of the living room was still okay, but with every step up the stairs, the skin and flesh were pulled to a greater extent, tearing open small wounds, and bright red blood flowed out.
Feng Xinglang could still endure these minor injuries. Thus, he walked leisurely.
By the time he reached the corner of the second floor, the floor was already dripping with blood.
It wasn't much, and it wasn't obvious when it dripped on the dark floor.
But Bassoon's sensitivity was stronger than the average person.
Thus, he could smell the odor of blood on Feng Xinglang, who reeked of alcohol and Chinese herbal medicine.
"Ong, if you fucking keep following me … you can get lost tomorrow!"
Feng Xinglang staggered and almost fell. Bassoon, who was worried about him, wanted to help him up, but Feng Xinglang discovered him.
Whether he would get lost or not was a matter for tomorrow. As long as Feng Xinglang was still his master, Bassoon had to ensure his master's safety.
This was his boss's order, and Bassoon couldn't defy it.
But all of a sudden, Ong's outstretched hand suddenly retracted.
Because he saw a figure at the staircase of the third floor …
A ghostly figure!
"Have a good rest, CEO Feng. I'll be waiting downstairs. Call me if you need anything! "
Ong glanced over the staircase on the third floor before he went with the flow and avoided it. It made people feel that he was unable to leave the building because of Feng Xinglang's stern rebuke.
"Hiss … ugh!"
After Ong left, Feng Xinglang sucked in a mouthful of cold air from the pain and sat on the stairs.
"What rubbish is this? It really f * cking hurts! "
After Feng Xing cursed loudly, he struggled to stand up. He dragged his injured leg and walked towards the study room on the third floor, ignoring the pain.
To be precise, it wasn't 'walking', it was' moving '!
Actually, this kind of pain was nothing to Feng Xinglang. He seemed to be trying to make himself look like he was in so much pain that he could barely stand it.
Feng Xinglang wanted to climb the last two steps in one go …
If he took too big a step, it would be easy for him to tear … his flesh!
"… Ugh!"
Feng Xinglang let out a muffled groan of pain and fell on the stairs. He couldn't get up for a long time.
"You're really crippled?"
It was a faint voice that sounded like it came from hell.
Feng Xinglang didn't need to turn his head to know who the Piece of Sh * t was!
He maintained his prone position and ignored the taunts of the newcomer.
The person frowned slightly as the overwhelming smell of alcohol assaulted his nostrils.
"What? Are you going to use the floor as a bed?"
Seeing that Feng Xinglang was lying motionless, Cong Gang came forward and pushed him.
"Get lost! Don't f * cking touch me! My leg is hurting! "
Feng Xinglang cursed as he shifted to a more comfortable position and continued to lie on the floor.
There was an advantage to lying on the floor, which was that he could hide the minute movements under his body.
"You can't even stand this little bit of pain? How did you endure being beaten up by your own father and having your ribs broken? "
Cong Gang squatted down. His words were mocking, but his actions were filled with concern.
He stretched out an arm and wrapped it around Feng Xinglang's waist, wanting to pull him up from the floor.
"Click!"
Just as he felt Cong Gang's arm tighten around his waist, Feng Xinglang quickly jammed something on Cong Gang's arm like a whirlwind.
Cong Gang's arm was still supporting Feng Xinglang's body. After Feng Xinglang sat up straight, he glanced at the shiny metal handcuff on his wrist.
One was on his wrist, while the other was on Feng Xinglang's wrist!
"Piece of Sh * t, I've finally caught you!"
Feng Xinglang's good-looking thin lips curled into a playful cold smile.
"Are you playing a trick on me?"
Cong Gang's voice was calm and clear. He didn't change his expression or voice because of the handcuff on his wrist.
"Do you know what the characteristics of a dog are?"
Feng Xinglang asked leisurely. It seemed that this topic was a bit out of line.
"Don't tell me you like to play a trick on me!"
Cong Gang took the opportunity to harass Feng Xinglang.
"…"
Feng Xinglang gave Cong Gang a cold look. He took out a cigarette from the pack and casually lit it up.
He took a deep puff and leisurely exhaled a variety of eye-pleasing smoke rings.
"The characteristic of a dog is that it's very loyal to its owner! No matter how stubborn it is, it'll still care about its owner! "
He puffed a mouthful of smoke on Cong Gang's face. "Just like you! On the surface, you look ruthless and untamed, but in your bones, you're still lowly! "
Cong Gang turned his face to avoid the smoke that Feng Xinglang puffed out.
He never smoked, and he disliked the smell of smoke even more.
However, he couldn't do anything about Feng Xinglang's vile and lowly character!
"Do you think you can cuff me with just a pair of handcuffs?" Cong Gang asked calmly.
"I asked Captain Jian to specially make this for you!"
Feng Xinglang tugged at the handcuff on his side. "The only way you can escape is to chop off my hand!"
"Then I'll try?"
"Try what? Escape? "
"… You'll have to chop off your hand first!"
"Heh! Chop off my hand? "
Feng Xinglang laughed coldly. "You bet that you don't have the guts! Cong Gang, it's because you're lowly to your bones, understand? "
Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang's handcuffed arm, then at his own.
"What you said just now wasn't accurate enough. I can escape even if I chop off my hand! Isn't that right? "
"…"
Feng Xinglang squinted his eyes slightly. "Are you trying to 'cut off your wrist'? Then hurry up and do it! I've never seen a dog that would harm itself! "
"…" Cong Gang's mouth twitched. "I'll think about it!"
Suddenly, Feng Xinglang raised his voice and shouted downstairs, "Old Mo, bring that guy up!"
Guy? What guy? A heavy gun?
Just as Cong Gang was surprised, Housekeeper Mo dragged a chain-like thing upstairs.
"This thing has chained me for a few years when I was young! It's been forged by hand for almost 30 years, and I got Old Mo to improve it the day before yesterday. Now it's used to chain you! Your treatment is much better than my Shiliu's! I'm not even willing to let it use it! "
"…"
Cong Gang really didn't know what to say at that moment.
Along with Butler Mo, Bassoon also went upstairs.
Bassoon didn't know about tonight's' hunting 'plan.
Feng Xinglang had considered that Bassoon was a naive child and worried that his acting skills weren't up to standard, so he didn't let him participate.
Bassoon looked at Cong Gang anxiously, his hands clenched into fists, ready to exert force at any moment.
"Old Mo, get Bassoon to come up and chain him up!"
Butler Mo was already over 60 years old. Worried that he wouldn't be able to withstand any attacks from Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang got Bassoon to do it for him.
Without waiting for Butler Mo's reply, Bassoon snatched the leg cuff.
Just as Bassoon took two steps up the stairs, the scene on the third floor suddenly changed.
With a flip of his hand, Cong Gang used both his arm and the handcuff to wrap around Feng Xinglang's neck. The two of them appeared to be entangled.
"Stop! If you dare take another step forward, I'll kill him! "
Cong Gang held Feng Xinglang hostage to threaten Bassoon.
Bassoon's footsteps suddenly stopped. He couldn't understand what his boss was trying to do.
Logically speaking, it should be a piece of cake for the master-disciple duo to deal with a crippled leg and an old weakling.
"Bassoon, don't worry about me … Come up and chain him up! He won't dare to kill me! "
Feng Xinglang still had a certain level of explosive strength, but he couldn't exert much strength under Cong Gang, who was good at restraining others.
Bassoon froze on the spot, trying to figure out what his boss wanted him to do!
"Bassoon, you idiot! Hurry up!" Feng Xinglang roared anxiously.
"Feng Xinglang is your sugar daddy! If he dies, who's going to pay you? "
Cong Gang's leisurely voice sounded as though he was chatting with Bassoon.
Seeing Bassoon standing there in a daze, Feng Xinglang hurriedly changed his strategy.
"Old Mo, go get the tranquilizer gun!"
"Okay!"
Butler Mo acknowledged and retreated.
"…"
This time, Bassoon was truly dumbfounded. It seemed like Feng Xinglang and his servant had done a lot to capture Cong Gang!
When Butler Mo returned, there was a long-barreled tranquilizer gun in his hand. There were three tranquilizers inside.
"Old man, you have to aim properly! Don't accidentally kill your second young master! "
Cong Gang teased him. He did not regard Feng Xinglang and his servant with any importance at all.
Perhaps it was because Feng Xinglang's continuous resistance and movement had greatly reduced Cong Gang's wariness.
Perhaps it was because Feng Xinglang and Butler Mo had developed a tacit understanding over the years that they had reached perfection.
Or perhaps it was because Feng Xinglang and Butler Mo had developed a tacit understanding over the years that they had reached perfection.
Almost in an instant, Feng Xinglang gathered all the strength in his upper body and turned his body to the side with brute force.
Cong Gang, who had been restraining Feng Xinglang's neck behind him, had to divert the force so that the handcuffs would not strangle Feng Xinglang's neck.
At the same time, Butler Mo unhesitatingly shot a tranquilizer needle at Cong Gang's exposed upper body! He even shot two in a row!
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