Being in a wheelchair for a long time made Feng Xinglang's steps look a little shaky.

In addition, the supporting equipment to assist him in walking was pulling his flesh and skin, and the pain of discomfort was inevitable.

Ba Song hurriedly stepped forward to support Feng Xinglang's somewhat shaky body, "Mr. Feng, I'll push you upstairs." ”

"No, you don't! Stand far away, Lao Tzu can walk by himself! ”

Without the loving eyes of his wife and children, Feng Xinglang relaxed a lot.

Cong Gang is right: if you continue to rely on your wheelchair, you will only look more and more like a waste!

In fact, Feng Xinglang has been in a wheelchair, and there are psychological factors.

He wanted to shy away. Physically and mentally exhausted.

even thought of taking his wife and children to leave Shencheng and live a life without anyone disturbing him.

What big brother, what sister-in-law, what biological father, what sibling brother......

Let the rest kill each other!

But Feng Xinglang also seems to realize that if the problem is not solved, will the city where their family settle become the next Shencheng?

It's hard to say!

Feng Xinglang is the gold lord of Ba Song. His commands, Ba Song had to listen; But his safety, Ba Song had to take care of it. He could only follow behind Feng Xinglang as if he were leaving.

The flat floor of the living room is okay, but every step up, the skin and flesh tissue is more involved, tearing open small wounds, and spilling bright red blood.

This little flesh wound, Feng Xinglang can still bear it. So he walked quite calmly.

When I got to the corner of the second floor, there were dots of blood on the floor.

Not much, dripping on dark floors, inconspicuous.

It's just that Ba Song's sensitivity is a little stronger than that of ordinary people.

So he could smell a different smell of blood on Feng Xinglang, who was full of wine and the smell of Chinese herbs.

"Ba Song, you follow me again...... Fuck me off tomorrow! ”

Feng Xinglang almost fell, and Ba Song, who was nervous, was just about to come forward to help, but Feng Xinglang discovered his whereabouts.

Fuck off or not, that's tomorrow's business; As long as Feng Xinglang is still his master today, Ba Song must ensure the safety of his master.

This is also the boss's order, and Ba Song can't disobey it.

But coldly, Ba Song's outstretched hand was retracted.

Because he saw a figure at the top of the stairs on the third floor......

A ghostly figure!

"That letter is a good rest, I'm waiting downstairs. Call me for something! ”

Ba Song glanced at the staircase on the third floor, and then pushed the boat to avoid it. It makes people feel that he is not allowed to go downstairs because of Feng Xinglang's scolding.

"Sizzle...... Belch! ”

After Ba Song left, Feng Xinglang gasped in pain and sat down on the steps.

"What? It hurts! ”

After Feng Xinglang scolded, he stood up again, dragged his injured leg, and walked towards the study on the third floor in some pain.

To be precise, that's not called 'walking', that's called one step at a time!

In fact, this kind of pain is nothing to Feng Xinglang; He seemed to make his posture look as if he was in pain and couldn't stand it.

In the last two steps, Feng Xinglang wanted to go over in one go......

If you take a big step, it's easy to pull ...... Flesh!

“…… Belch! ”

Feng Xinglang let out a muffled snort of pain, and suddenly sat down on the steps, unable to get up for a long time.

"It's really wasted?"

It's faint, like a sound wafting out of hell.

Feng Xinglang didn't need to look back to know who the dog crump who made such an eerie sound was!

He maintained a recumbent position, not bothering to such ridicule.

A smoky smell of wine came to his face, and the visitor frowned slightly.

"Why, you're going to sleep on the floor as a bed?"

Seeing that Feng Xinglang had been lying still for a long time, Cong Gang stepped forward and pushed him.

"Get out! Don't me! Lao Tzu's leg hurts! ”

Feng Xinglang scolded while moving a slightly more comfortable position and continued to lie on his stomach.

One of the advantages of lying on your stomach is that it can cover up subtle movements beneath you.

"You can't stand this little pain? How did you endure your own father leaving you with broken skin and ribs? ”

Cong Gang squatted over, mocking in words, but his actions were caring.

He reached out with a strong arm and wrapped it around Feng Xinglang's waist, trying to force him up from the ground.

"Click!"

Just after feeling the strength of Cong Gang's arm around his waist, Feng Xinglang quickly stuck something on Cong Gang's arm like a whirlwind.

Cong Gang's strong arms were still firmly supporting Feng Xinglang's body, and after he sat up straight, he glanced at the bright metal handcuffs on his wrist.

One was buckled around his wrist; One was buckled on Feng Xinglang's wrist!

"Dog offal, Lao Tzu finally caught you!"

Feng Xinglang's good-looking thin lips hooked up a playful cold smile.

"What about playing bitter meat tricks with me?"

Cong Gang's voice was light and clear, and he did not change his face and voice because of the handcuffs on his wrists.

"Do you know what the characteristics of a dog are?"

Feng Xinglang asked rhetorically. It seems that this topic is a bit out of gear.

"I don't think I like to play bitter meat tricks!"

Cong Gang took the opportunity to damage Feng Xinglang fiercely.

“……”

Feng Xinglang gave Cong Gang a cold look, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, and lit it carelessly.

I took a sharp breath, but leisurely spit out all kinds of eye-catching circles.

"The characteristic of a dog is that it is quite loyal to its owner! No matter how stubborn it is, it will care about its own master! ”

He spit a puff of smoke on Cong Gang's face, "Just like you!" On the surface, it looks ruthless and untamed, but in the bones, it is still lowly! ”

Cong Gang turned his face sideways, avoiding the smoke from Feng Xinglang's spit.

He never smoked, and he didn't like the smell of smoke.

But he can't help the bad and low quality of Feng Xinglang!

"You think you can handcuff me?" Cong Gang asked lightly.

"I asked Team Jane to make it for you!"

Feng Xinglang tugged at the handcuffs on his side, "The only way you can escape: is to cut off my hand!" ”

"Shall I try then?"

"Try what? Run away? ”

“…… Then I'm going to have to cut off your hands first! ”

"Huh! Chop off my hand? ”

Feng Xinglang smiled coldly, "You bet you don't have the guts of this dog!" Cong Gang, because you are cheap in your bones, understand? ”

Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang's handcuffed arm, and then at his own.

"You weren't accurate enough: cut off my hand, and you'll be able to escape! Isn't it? ”

“……”

Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes slightly, "Are you going to 'break the wrist of a strong man'?" Hurry up and do it! I've never seen a dog hurt itself! ”

"......" Cong Gang twitched the corner of his mouth, "I'd better think about it!" ”

Coldly, Feng Xinglang suddenly raised his voice and shouted downstairs, "Old Mo, bring the guy up!" ”

Guy? What guy? Heavy guns?

Just when Cong Gang was surprised, Steward Mo dragged a chain-like guy upstairs.

"This thing locked me up for years when I was a kid! After nearly 30 years of pure manual forging, the day before yesterday I let Lao Mo improve it, and now it is used to lock you! You're treated much better than my sixteen! I didn't even want to give it to it! ”

“……”

Cong Gang really didn't know what to say for a while.

went upstairs with Steward Mo, as well as Ba Song.

As for tonight's 'hunt' plan, Ba Song did not know.

Because Feng Xinglang considered that Ba Song was a simple child, he was worried that his acting skills would not be up to par, so he did not let him participate.

Ba Song looked at Cong Gang's gaze a little eagerly, and his hands showed a state of clenching his fists.

"Old Mo, you let Ba Song come up and lock him!"

Steward Mo was already in his early sixties, and considering that he would not be able to withstand any attack from Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang asked Ba Song behind him to do the work for him.

Without waiting for Steward Mo to respond, Ba Song snatched the shackled thing from him.

Ba Song had just taken two steps upstairs when the picture on the steps of the third floor suddenly appeared.

Cong Gang used his arm and handcuffs to wrap around Feng Xinglang's neck, and the two of them showed a twisted posture.

"Stop! If you dare to take another step, I'll kill him!" ”

Cong Gang held Feng Xinglang hostage and threatened Ba Song.

Ba Song's footsteps suddenly froze in place. He couldn't figure out what the boss was singing?

It stands to reason that their master and apprentice join forces to deal with a stump leg and an old and weak, which is simply a matter of hand-to-hand capture.

"Ba Song, leave me alone...... Come up and lock him up! He didn't dare kill me! ”

Feng Xinglang still has a certain explosiveness; It's just that under the unloading of Cong Gang, who is good at restraining others, he can't do it a little hard.

Ba Songton was in place, as if judging what the boss wanted him to do!

"Ba Song, you stupid calf, hurry up!" Feng Xinglang roared urgently.

"Feng Xinglang is your gold master! If he dies, who will pay you? ”

Cong Gang's leisurely voice was almost like being at home with Ba Songla.

Seeing that Ba Song was stupid and stunned, Feng Xinglang hurriedly changed his strategy.

"Old Mo, go get the tranquilizer gun!"

"Good!"

Steward Mo retreated.

“……”

Ba Song was really stunned this time: it seems that in order to catch Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang's master and servant did not do a little accurately!

When Steward Mo turned it back, he had an extra long-barrel-shaped anesthetic gun in his hand, and there were three anesthetics in it.

"Old fellow, you need to aim a little! Don't accidentally kill your second young master! ”

Cong Gang quipped. didn't take Feng Xinglang's master and servant in his eyes at all.

Perhaps it was Feng Xinglang's constant resistance and writhing that greatly weakened Cong Gang's vigilance;

Or maybe because of the tacit understanding between Feng Xinglang and Steward Mo over the years, it has reached the point of perfection.

This kind of tacit understanding was cultivated for a long time when coaxing Feng Lixin to do treatment.

Almost instantly, Feng Xinglang accumulated all the strength of his upper body, and turned sideways with a brute force......

And Cong Gang, who was imprisoned behind his neck, was thrown around half of his body by Feng Xinglang by inertia because he wanted to unload his force to avoid handcuffs from strangling Feng Xinglang's neck;

At the same time, Steward Mo did not hesitate to shoot an anesthetic needle at the half of Cong Gang's exposed upper body! And two in a row!

The first anesthetic needle plexus was just out of the way; The second one was not spared!