Chapter 945
One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]
Chapter 945 - Hearts
The heart has the rhinoceros, originally used to paraphrase the love of both men and women heart;
But now, they understood each other's thoughts.
Actually, the person who knew Feng Xinglang the best wasn't her wife Lin Xueluo; nor was she his close brother Feng Lixin; nor was she his good friend Yan Bang. Instead, she was someone else who was close to him!
Hetun had already made sufficient preparations, he wanted to send Xing Shisi, whom she had never met before, to his son Feng Xinglang's side as a bodyguard in close proximity, so that she could ensure the safety of his son's family!
Everything was ready, all that was left was the way to 'give' them to others!
If Xing Shisi was directly sent to be Feng Xinglang's bodyguard, the 80% chance of him getting it would be a stiff rejection!
Therefore, Hetun thought of her daughter-in-law, Lin Xueluo!
Even if Xueluo was not satisfied with his father-in-law, Hetun believed that Xueluo would prioritize the big picture. For her husband, for her son, she would accept Xing Shisi.
It might be a little easier to get Feng Xinglang to accept his son through Xueluo.
However...
If the Hetun could think of it, then that person could even more!
After all, he was younger than Hetun by twenty or thirty years old, and the activity in his mind far surpassed that of the aging Hetun!
Feng Xinglang made an appointment with Yan Bang.
Of course, they didn't go to find him to chat about life and dreams.
For a stubborn being like Yan Bang, he would not even be able to change his personality after entering his coffin!
Feng Xinglang came to find a bodyguard for his wife and children.
Feng Xinglang did not want to use Yan Bang!
The person that Feng Xinglang wanted to find, he had to be clean and smart, but not scheming and shrewd; he had to be quick and nimble, but not crafty and sinister.
Only a piece of white paper could allow Feng Xinglang to freely draw and cultivate it!
This was the Yulong City's underground boxing arena.
To put it bluntly, it was a gang fight.
Every day was like this: People die for money, birds die for food!
He was risking his life for that small reward!
In the middle of the arena, there was a square shaped stage that was about a meter tall and fifteen meters wide.
The moment Yan Bang pushed Feng Xinglang's wheelchair in, a wave of clamor and cheers came over.
The roars from the excited hormones were like a tidal wave as they shook Feng Xinglang's eardrums.
In truth, Feng Xinglang did not like these fights and killings, he hated them a little.
Especially after he had a wife and children; his straight eyebrows creased slightly.
Seeing that Feng Xinglang had been focusing on the young man on stage, a well-dressed middle-aged man walked up to him and started introducing him to Yan Bang.
"President Yan, that young man is called Basong. He is a mixed blood of Central Tai and at the age of 20, he is an orphan. His punches were pretty good, but he was still able to maintain his composure. "It's just that I'm inexperienced …"
"This yellow haired brat is too inexperienced!" Find a more stable one for second master! "
That young man called Basong, had never entered Yan Bang's eyes from the beginning.
From Yan Bang's point of view, it was unsuitable for a brat to follow Feng Xinglang!
Furthermore, Feng Xinglang is in urgent need of helpers!
How could an inexperienced youth like him serve his Second Master Feng!
But Feng Xinglang didn't think so. The boy looked very young, with sweat all over his face. He was wearing a pair of baggy shorts and had an alert gait. He looked miserable, but he was stepping on his own rhythm. His eyes were firm, like that of a trapped beast that was looking for an opportunity to strike; his opponent, however, was a muscular, muscular, adult man.
Most of the time, the boy only carefully kept two to three steps away from his opponent, making full use of the width of the arena to circle around his opponent. He was looking for an opportunity to give his opponent a heavy punch...
As for the muscular man, he looked like he was playing a game of cat and mouse. However, he was not going to be able to finish the job for a while, so he seemed to get angry out of embarrassment. Every blow he threw was fatal; but it seemed that the boy was always safe.
The strength of the boy was very strong: he was sharp, quick, and had a high comprehension of fist techniques. He could also learn in a very short period of time and was extremely explosive; the disadvantage was that his fist techniques were somewhat messy, his figure was not too full, and he was clearly inexperienced.
Therefore, it was inevitable that he would be defeated.
What defeated him was only his opponent's experience and strategy!
Backstage, in a corner of a converted warehouse, the boy was silently cleaning up his wounds.
The boy was not fatally injured, though there was a marked bleeding and swelling around his cheeks and shoulders.
Next to the boy was a plastic bag containing the meagre rewards of his appearance: a little cash and some food.
In this dark underground boxing arena where the victor is the king and the loser is the bandit, losing meant nothing.
Or maybe he could only start over from the beginning.
Seeing that someone was approaching, the boy subconsciously moved closer to the plastic bag.
Raising his head to look at Yan Bang and Feng Xinglang who were standing in front of him, the boy seemed to no longer be nervous about his plastic bag and was continuing with his treatment of his wounds.
Maybe the luxurious materials on Yan Bang and Yan Bang made the boy realize that they wouldn't care about the small amount of money in his plastic bag.
But Feng Xinglang chose to go the other way.
"Bon, I want the contents of his plastic bag! Bring it here for me! "
Feng Xinglang, who was on the wheelchair, couldn't move, so he gave the order to Yan Bang.
"..."
Although Yan Bang was not clear about Feng Xinglang's intentions, he would still give whatever Second Master Feng wanted. Even if he did not have it, he would create the conditions to satisfy his Second Master Feng!
Therefore, Yan Bang didn't even ask and directly pounced forward to snatch the plastic bag from the boy's side.
But Yan Bang's hand that was reaching out missed!
Before Yan Bang could do anything, he had already taken a big step back while holding the plastic bag.
At this moment, the boy's alertness and alertness was revealed once again.
The corner of Feng Xinglang's lips curled up into a faint smile.
"F * ck your mother!" How dare you steal from him? "He still dares to dodge?"
Yan Bang, who had been unable to succeed, instantly turned angry from embarrassment.
Yan Bang raised his fist and punched at the boy, but the boy dodged the attack once again.
Without waiting for Yan Bang's second fist, he bowed, and then went past Yan Bang's waist, accurately escaping towards the exit.
Yan Bang immediately chased after him.
If this brat really did run away, then he would throw away all his face and guts in front of Second Master Feng.
No matter what, he had to get back his dignity!
This was Yan Bang's territory, so with his orders, the boy wouldn't be able to run out of this underground 'grave' that had all its exits sealed. Even if he had wings, he wouldn't have been able to fly.
Half an hour later, the boy was pushed all the way in front of Feng Xinglang.
"Kneel!"
With a heavy kick, Yan Bang caused the boy to kneel in front of Feng Xinglang's wheelchair.
"Run? Run! Why aren't you running? I told you to run! "
Yan Bang stepped on the boy's back, causing his face to be pressed hard against the ground.
"You dare to act so arrogantly in your father's territory, you're f * cking tired of living!"
Yan Bang ruthlessly kicked the boy's head a few times. The boy knew that he wouldn't be able to escape, and he couldn't beat him either. He could only hug his head with both of his hands to protect his head from getting injured.
Feng Xinglang who was on the wheelchair looked down at the boy who was kneeling beside his wheelchair.
"Do you need my help?"
he asked, a friendly smile on his handsome face.
The boy raised his head and glanced at Feng Xinglang. He pursed his lips into a smile and lowered his head.
The man on the wheelchair who was talking to him was pushed over by Eldest Brother Yan. From the concern in his heart when he pushed him, it was obvious that they were in the same group. Would asking him for help work?
Yan Bang threw the plastic bag to Feng Xinglang. Feng Xinglang took a look at it: 200 gold coins, some advertising sheets from merchants, two bottles of hemostasis medicine, and some wrapped up beef and bread.
Feng Xinglang tore open a bag of beef and stuffed a piece into his mouth.
Very chewy and hungry.
Feng Xinglang continued to leisurely eat.
Yan Bang looked at it for a moment, then leaned over, pulled a piece out from Feng Xinglang's hand and placed it into his mouth to eat.
"Do you want to drink? Coffee or wine? "
In the boy's eyes, every second was torture.
"Red wine!" Come and drink in your room later! "
Feng Xinglang's answer was extremely … It was breathtaking!
Yan Bang's eyes lit up, "Baotou, get the chef to prepare the dishes!"
"Alright President Yan." Baotou retreated.
Feng Xinglang looked at the boy who was sprawled on the ground once again.
"Do you need my help?"
Feng Xinglang asked again.
The boy's lips moved once again, as if he was making a choice.
After a long time, he nodded, "Yes."
"It's a pity that your answer was too careless! How about this, I'll give you three days to think it over! Three days later, we will continue our conversation! "
After leaving these shocking words, Feng Xinglang was pushed out of the room by Yan Bang.
In the long and comfortable business car, Yan Bang placed Feng Xinglang's injured leg on the sofa, and rested a pillow on his back.
"Lang, you couldn't have really taken a fancy to that kid, right?"
"I'm still hesitating."
Feng Xinglang slightly shook his head, "But that fellow looks pretty good. He's clever, and sharp of the mind."
"What the f * * k!"
Yan Bang scoffed, "Damn, what a little trick!"
"I'm still a child! President Yan, you are an adult, don't lower yourself to the same level as other people's children! "
In order for the boy to not suffer too much in Yulong City, Feng Xinglang spoke up for him.
"Child? This child is old enough! "
Yan Bang would naturally like to hear compliments as well.
Furthermore, it was Feng Xinglang's compliment!
Feng Xinglang did not stay in the Yulong City to drink, but instead rushed back to the GK Venture.
Half an hour later, an unremarkable Volkswagen View pulled out of the underground parking lot. Feng Xinglang sat in the car.
He was going to see someone!