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C857

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Chapter 857 - That Scoundrel...

The only father Bai Mo could think of, was Feng Yishan!

It was just that Feng Yishan had already died for many years and had already turned into ashes. It was unlikely that he would be able to swindle a corpse out of its grave!

With a 'pa' sound, Feng Xinglang smashed the card in his hand onto the table in displeasure. Then, with a cold expression, he stood up and left without looking back.

"Feng Xinglang," Yan Bang rarely called out his name in such a straightforward manner, "Are you not afraid that I will take someone to 'send off' your father?"

From Yan Bang's point of view, the only reason why Feng Xinglang was playing bridge with him was because he wanted to supervise him, Yan Bang!

So that his own father, the Hetun, could smoothly leave the Shen City?

"Yan Bang, your life is yours! No matter how others defend you, if you view your own life like grass, then your life can only be grass! "

To put it another way: If you want to die, go ahead. I don't want to leave you anymore!

Watching the tall and sturdy figure leave the living room, Yan Bang's scarred face twitched.

What was going on?

Bai Mo was completely shocked by the mysterious conversation between Yan Bang and Yan Bang.

This ship of friendship flipped over just like that?

"Brother Bang, please calm your anger …"

Bai Mo looked at Yan Bang's scarred face, which was filled with anger. He couldn't help but feel a little fearful in his heart.

This was truly like accompanying a tiger!

You can play bridge like this? If he wasn't careful, the fire would set him ablaze!

"Scram …" Scram! "All of you, scram!"

The anger that Yan Bang had accumulated immediately exploded out, rushing towards Bai Mo and the servants, shouting out.

Then came the crackling sound from the living room.

Without a doubt, the lion that Yan Bang had lost control of had gone insane again.

Why do you use 'again'?

Ever since Yan Bang returned to the Yulong City, he hadn't been able to stop and rest. He vented out all the humiliation he had suffered onto someone else, and his opponent would either beat him or curse him.

His tyrannical actions had reached an untold number!

If this continued, the entire Yulong City would be doomed!

It was only a matter of time before the yamen banned him.

Outside the living room door stood three muscle-like men.

"Second Master." Seeing Feng Xinglang walking out of the living room with anger, they looked at each other in dismay.

"Yes." Feng Xinglang snorted in agreement, and with a cold expression, he walked towards the elevator.

He had just taken two steps when he turned back.

"Is there fire?"

Accompanied by the sound of people cursing and beating on walls within the living room, Feng Xinglang leaned leisurely against the wall and smoked.

The joints between his fingers were very clear, concealing the power of a man.

The action of lighting the ashes was a gentleman's gesture; it was in stark contrast to the loud, violent noise in the living room.

The three poker faces couldn't enter, but neither could they stay. It was as if they were waiting for Feng Xinglang's orders.

Feng Xinglang, on the other hand, did not have the slightest expression on his face!

With a 'kang lang' sound, Bai Mo was practically knocked out of the living room while rolling and crawling.

This world was truly too tyrannical. A single game of bridge could cause one to lose their life!

"Brother Lang, you haven't left?"

Seeing Feng Xinglang who was leaning against the wall and smoking leisurely, Bai Mo's pretty face instantly turned bitter.

"Brother Lang, my second master … Brother Bang is making such a ruckus in the room, did you hear it? "

In fact, Bai Mo really wanted to say: You left after smashing the cards, yet you threw me to Yan Bang who was in the midst of using violence. You almost lost your life, isn't this too dishonest?

"Do you have a gun?"

"Yes."

Feng Xinglang extinguished the smoke from his fingers on the wall, took the gun from the bodyguard and walked into the living room.

When Bai Mo saw that Feng Xinglang was going to enter with his gun, his entire body did not look good.

"Brother Lang, Brother Lang, don't be angry! The entire Yulong City belongs to the Brother Bang, whether he likes it or not! "

Bai Mo thought that Feng Xinglang was taking out his gun to deal with Yan Bang. He thought that even if Yan Bang were to make a small fire of himself, it wouldn't be enough to use his spear! That would be a serious problem!

"Then you went in to put out the fire for him?"

Feng Xinglang pushed the gun in his hand towards Bai Mo.

Bai Mo immediately let go of his hand to stop Feng Xinglang, "Then, relax, old man! Between brothers, peace is the most precious thing! "

Feng Xinglang comfortingly patted Bai Mo's shoulder, and then turned and entered Yan Bang's living room.

In the living room, Yan Bang drank by himself.

The muscles on his face were contorted, making him look really ferocious.

Pa! Feng Xinglang slammed the gun in his hand onto the table in front of Yan Bang.

Looking at the gun, Yan Bang suddenly laughed out loud like a madman. With a ripping sound, he tore off the clothes in front of his pants, exposing his muscular body that was like a bodybuilder's.

"Come come come, shoot at me!" "Aim at it, don't make your hands shake!"

To be honest, with Yan Bang's despicable and suicidal appearance, Feng Xinglang really wanted to go up and slap him a few times so that he would wake up.

"I especially wish to die in your, Feng Xinglang's hands! Really! "In my dreams!"

Yan Bang stared fixedly at Feng Xinglang, and brought his Hun closer.

That bastard …

Feng Xinglang took a deep breath. He was a little worried that if he lost control of himself, Yan Bang, this dog would be able to!

"Yan Bang, let's be straightforward!"

Feng Xinglang quickly picked up the spear from the table. He did not raise it up towards Yan Bang, but instead placed it against his own temple.

"What are you doing?"

Although Yan Bang clearly knew that his wife and son wouldn't commit a suicidal act, he still nervously asked.

"Choice 1: Do you want to avenge this brother of yours?"

Savageness and bad habits were sometimes contagious.

The terrible behavior of the Hetun in having someone choose a question had not only been transmitted to Cong Gang, but also to his own biological son, Feng Xinglang.

Yan Bang's lips forcefully moved a few times. In his bloodshot eyes, the meaning was unclear.

"Brothers want it too, we need to get our revenge too!"

His voice faltered.

Pa! Feng Xinglang smashed onto Yan Bang's forehead with the butt of his spear.

"You are an idiot! Do you understand the single choice question? You can only choose one! "

Feng Xinglang took a deep breath and once again repeated in a serious tone, "You want my brother, and you want revenge?"

Yan Bang stared deeply at Feng Xinglang's lifeless eyes, and slowly formed a strange smile on his scarred face.

"I want you!"

After he finished speaking, Yan Bang's entire person was like a black bear as he pounced towards Feng Xinglang …

Outside the living room, Bai Mo and the three muscular men were quietly observing the situation.

The sound of a fight could be heard from inside, and it was getting louder and louder.

What's going on?

Feng Xinglang had entered, but for Yan Bang, shouldn't it be a treatment for diseases and drugs? Why did they start fighting?

"Master Mo, should we go in to take a look?"

"No rush …" Wait a little longer! Let them fight for a while! "

Bai Mo was selfish. This Feng Xinglang was fighting with Yan Bang, but Feng Xinglang could still retaliate. If he went in himself, he would only be getting beaten up!

If even Feng Xinglang could not win against Yan Bang, then no one could stop him! Including Bai Mo.

"Bang!" A gunshot sound rang out, scaring Bai Mo out of his wits.

Did he really shoot? Something was going to happen!

Bai Mo did not dare wait any longer, ordering the three muscular men to break down the door and enter.

Yan Bang and Feng Xinglang were in a close combat stance.

In Yan Bang's hands, there was no gun.

That spear should be in Feng Xinglang's hands … Could it be that Feng Xinglang was the one who shot?

Yan Bang felt his body, but he did not find any pain, but his white shirt was stained with blood.

"Lang... Lang... "Where are you hurt?"

It was obvious that the blood on Yan Bang's shirt was Feng Xinglang's.

As Yan Bang slowly turned his body, the spear in his hand slowly revealed itself.

"Brother Lang..."

Bai Mo was shocked to discover that the sleeves of the shirt, which had turned the color of smoke gray, had been dyed red with blood.

"What the f * * k are you still standing there for? Call the doctor! "

Yan Bang let out a hysterical roar.

Feng Xinglang had been sent back to Feng Family by Bai Mo.

Xueluo was in the living room teaching how to read the simple Chinese characters.

He didn't need him to know how to write. He just wanted these Chinese characters to be familiar with the little thing.

"Sister-in-law, I brought the Brother Lang back for you." Bai Mo said as she stuttered.

Originally, Feng Xinglang did not want Bai Mo to send him back, but between Yan Bang's bodyguards and Bai Mo, Feng Xinglang could only reluctantly choose Bai Mo.

"Xinglang, what's wrong with your arm?"

When Bai Mo helped Feng Xinglang to sit on the sofa, Xueluo was shocked to find that her husband's arm was bandaged.

"Um, on the way here, I met a few criminals bullying a little girl. "He accidentally cut his arm."

Bai Mo's storytelling was rather smooth.

"Are your injuries serious?"

Xueluo walked up with a pained heart. She wanted to hold onto the man's arm, but she was worried that he would hurt him a second time.

"It's not heavy!" It's just a superficial wound! "

Feng Xinglang smiled slightly, but didn't try to avoid the fact that Bai Mo was still around, and gave his wife a quick kiss on the cheek that was deeply wounded.

"Feng Xinglang, how nice of you. You can't even beat a few hooligans!"

Although Lil Thing also felt sorry for its own father, it had probably seen too many bloody scenes. The skin wounds on its arms were too common.

"I have a sabre, your father is empty-handed."

Feng Xinglang was perfecting the story that Bai Mo had fabricated.

"A loss is a loss. Since you've lost your face, then don't feel embarrassed!" Your own son will not laugh at you! "

The little guy snuggled in and lightly patted Feng Xinglang's arm that was under the bandage.

Feng Xinglang clenched his teeth in pain, yet revealed a smiling 'I'm not in pain' and 'I'm fine' face in front of his son.

"Is it because she's so beautiful that she's trying so hard?!"

Xueluo complained to the man in heartache.