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Chapter 329: He Is My Man

Cong Gang's SUV did not enter the Yulong City, but stopped by the bushes on the side of the road, waiting for the right opportunity.

"What, you want to ambush my foster father?"

Lan Youyou seemed to have sensed what Cong Gang was thinking and sneered, "Hehe, with just you? Waiting to die is more like it! "

Cong Gang did not reply to Lan Youyou's ridicule. Instead, he turned around and took something from the back of the carriage.

Half a minute later, a layer of sealant tape appeared on Lan Youyou's mouth. At the same time, her hands were bound.

With a "click," Cong Gang stuck a thick and thick belt that popped out of the passenger seat onto Lan Youyou's waist, trapping her inside the seat. She couldn't move at all, nor could she struggle free.

"Wuuu..." "Woo woo woo woo..."

Lan Youyou could no longer speak clearly, and could only whimper.

Three carriages, one in front, one in between, one behind, came out from the Yulong City.

The car in the middle was a military-ranked anti-riot vehicle. Not only was the bullet unable to penetrate through, but it also had an extremely good ability to resist impact.

Let alone Cong Gang's off-road car, even the heavy truck would not be able to break it apart.

There was no doubt that the Hetun was in that carriage. From the calm atmosphere when he left, the Yulong City should not have experienced the fire shooting at him continuously.

In other words, Feng Xinglang should be safe.

Actually, when Feng Xinglang called Cong Gang and told him that the meeting point for the Hetun was the Yulong City, Cong Gang had predicted that nothing would happen to Feng Xinglang.

Because any single place and time was better than the Yulong City.

After all, the Yulong City was Yan Bang's territory. As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot crush a snake on the ground. I think Hetun understands this logic too!

Moreover, the Hetun didn't want to take Feng Xinglang's life in such a hurry.

The game had just started, and what the Hetun wanted to enjoy was Feng Xinglang's death-fighting look.

The first car turned on the asphalt from Yulong City, and just as Hetun's anti-riot vehicle was about to turn …

Cong Gang stepped on the gas pedal of the jeep and rushed towards Hetun's anti-riot vehicle.

The distance between the off-road car and the anti-riot vehicle was only a few hundred meters. Even if it accelerated in an instant, when it reached the side of the anti-riot vehicle's car, its speed would not increase very quickly.

Just as Cong Gang's SUV was about to pass by the anti-riot vehicle s, Cong Gang suddenly untied the belt binding his body, opened the car door, and pushed Lan Youyou, who had his hands tied up, out of the SUV.

Lan Youyou rolled on the ground a few times, just in time to reach the side of the Hetun's anti-riot vehicle.

Cong Gang's SUV sped up and left the area in the next second.

In the rearview mirror, Cong Gang saw that Hetun's anti-riot vehicle had never opened the car door. The person who got off the car to check on Lan Youyou's injuries was Old Xing San who was standing in front.

Hetun's anti-riot vehicle only stayed at its original spot for three to four seconds before it steadily drove away from the scene.

From the beginning till the end, the Hetun on top of the anti-riot vehicle never got off the car to check on Lan Youyou's injuries.

It seemed that the coldness of the Hetun was just as Lan Youyou had said: It would be impossible to use her to threaten the foster father Hetun!

In the eyes of the Hetun, these adopted foster son s and adopted daughters were merely tools for him to kill.

What a bunch of cold people!

Lan Youyou was carried away by Xing Lao San to the carriage. In other words, among the foster son, only Old Third would care about Lan Youyou's life and death.

All of these were seen by Cong Gang, and seen by Feng Xinglang and Yan Bang at the same time.

"Who was the off-road driver?" Yan Bang asked.

"My people!" Feng Xinglang replied indifferently.

"Where did you find such a fierce person?" Yan Bang asked again.

"I picked it up!"

Feng Xinglang snorted, then went into his Ferrari.

Yan Bang lightly knocked on the car window.

"I'll send you off!" He was still worried about Feng Xinglang's safety.

"No need! My people are more useful than you! "

The throttle roared, and Ferrari shot out of the parking lot like an arrow from a bow. Only Yan Bang was left standing there quietly.

"Brother Bang, do you want to send someone to follow Feng Er?"

"There's no need for now! If Hetun wanted to mess with him, he would have done so a long time ago! "

After a slight pause, Yan Bang's thick eyebrows knitted together, "Go and check the background of that SUV driver!"

"Alright. If it's really the second young master Feng, then Ye Shaonian definitely knows him. "

"Yes." "Go ahead." Yan Bang casually snorted.

When he was two hundred meters away from the Feng Family, Cong Gang stopped the SUV.

After a while, a black Ferrari caught up.

It was very obvious that Cong Gang was waiting for Feng Xinglang.

Cong Gang did not get out of the SUV, but instead opened the door and got into his SUV.

"Cong Gang, I only want you to bring Lan Youyou to the Yulong City, what are you doing throwing her away?"

Feng Xinglang tried to denounce him.

After all, with such a fast speed and Lan Youyou was a woman without bones, the possibility of her falling to her death was very high.

"I threw her … Is your heart hurting? " Cong Gang asked instead of answering.

"Damn it, have a good talk with your father!"

Feng Xinglang was speechless.

"Since you're so worried about that woman, you should just go chase after her."

Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang indifferently, and said leisurely.

"You clearly know that Lan Youyou is my brother's life follower! If you throw her like that, someone will die, understand? "

Feng Xinglang became ruthless.

"How many lives does your brother have? You, Feng Xinglang, will count as one, Lan Youyou will count as one, and you'll count as one with his own? "

Cong Gang's words made Feng Xinglang have the impulse to kill him.

Feng Xinglang took a deep breath to calm his anger. How could he not know that Cong Gang was only helping him.

"The fact that the Hetun didn't even get out of the car is enough to prove Lan Youyou's position in his heart! Even if you kill her right in front of his eyes, Hetun wouldn't even bat an eye. "

With Feng Xinglang's intellect, he would obviously think that Cong Gang was only using Lan Youyou to probe the Hetun.

"If we don't try, how would we know?" Cong Gang said indifferently.

Feng Xinglang stared at him coldly, "I am your master! "F * ck off pretending to be a boss in front of me!"

After a moment of silence, Cong Gang slowly opened his mouth to explain.

"You must have played bowling. I pushed Lan Youyou out of the car in the same way as I did bowling. He wouldn't take her life. At most, he would just bump into her and dawdle a little. They won't die! "

It was Feng Xinglang's turn to be silent.

He lit a cigarette and puffed on it. His handsome face, which was shrouded in smoke, was hazy.

Thinking of something, Feng Xinglang cut off the smoke in his fingers.

"Tonight in Yulong City, I witnessed the power of that Poisonous Fish's two bodyguards. Especially the one that the poisonous fish called Number Eight, its speed was as fast as a ghost's! I guess I couldn't even pull out my gun. "

"Good luck! You didn't pull out your gun!" Otherwise, I will have to retrieve your corpse tonight! "

Yet another person who wanted to collect his corpse!