Before the words fell, Feng Xinglang's sturdy physique collapsed; Cong Gang was quick with one eye and grabbed him steadily.

Originally, Cong Gang could have completely avoided the knife that Feng Xinglang slashed under his left collarbone.

But he really suffered this pain!

It doesn't really hurt.

Maybe it's just the heart that hurts.

learned from Ba Song's mouth: Feng Xinglang had made the decision between him and Yan Bang to kill one and keep the other.

Cong Gang was relieved and heartbroken.

More or less, it was he who forced Feng Xinglang into his current cold-blooded appearance.

And judging from the current situation, Feng Xinglang should have decided to keep Yan Bang and kill him Cong Gang!

Blood continued to spill from his shirt and stain a large area of his placket red.

Yan Nawa stepped forward and took Feng Xinglang, who had fainted, from Cong Gang's shoulder.

Twenty minutes later, the van drove to the halfway point of the mountain where Cong Gang temporarily lived. It was once an orchard and a vegetable farm. Perhaps because of the large new cemetery here, it was abandoned.

Cong Gang silently looked at the quiet cemetery outside the window.

He had become accustomed to switching patterns between bloody killings and suffocating tranquility.

On the simple wooden bed on the side, Feng Xinglang was sleeping soundly.

Yannawa just threw Feng Xinglang rudely on the bed. Because of the problem of sleeping position, there was a burst of snoring sound.

It obviously disturbed Cong Gang's meditation.

Cong Gang turned his head sideways, glanced at Feng Xinglang on the wooden bed, and frowned slightly.

Slowly walked over, stood on the side of the bed and stared silently, as if sighing slightly, Cong Gang reached over, picked up Feng Xinglang's neck with his arm, and moved his head towards the pillow.

The snoring sound was faint, and Feng Xinglang seemed to sleep more soundly and peacefully.

Wei Kang walked in, medicine kit in hand.

"How much did it cost us to renovate the villa?"

Somewhat abruptly, Cong Gang opened his mouth and asked Wei Kang, who was bandaging his wounds.

"It shouldn't be more than 10 million! Imported teak, Italian marble, and hand-woven fabrics are more expensive. As for the rest, you don't like things that are too luxurious! ”

"Someone is going to pay for us!" Cong Gang whispered.

"Who?"

Wei Kang glanced sideways at Feng Xinglang on Mu Xu, "Feng Xinglang? ”

"Do you think Feng Xinglang is worth 10 million?" Cong Gang asked again.

"Of course it's worth it! Feng Xinglang's worth is one of the best in Shencheng. ”

In Weikang's view: 10 million is definitely worth it.

"So, if we take Feng Xinglang and ask others for 10 million, it will definitely be a good deal for the person who pays the money!"

Cong Gang's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Huh?"

Wei Kang was slightly stunned, and suddenly realized: "Boss, are you going to use Feng Xinglang as a hostage and ask someone for ransom?" ”

"Or else? Do you want to keep him here to serve like an uncle? Cong Gang asked rhetorically.

Wei Kang shook his head violently, "It's better to send it away!" But make good use of it, and the ransom is good! ”

Cong Gang and others are not short of money. Over the years, they have also received a lot of orders. Those commissions are enough for them to spend.

But Cong Gang is not a greedy person. He knows how to put it in and out.

Money and power didn't have much of an attraction for him.

"Wake him up! Let's get some money to spend. ”

Cong Gang looked at Feng Xinglang, who was still asleep, and his voice was faint.

"Wake up now?"

Wei Kanghuan looked around, "In case he messes with us again......"

Cong Gang put on his clean shirt and sighed softly, "It's better than leaving him here for dinner!" You can't serve him! ”

"I'll call the fourth child in first. Boss, you'd better stay away. ”

Wei Kang was worried that Feng Xinglang would blow up after waking up; In addition, the boss doesn't want to kill or hurt him, so the situation is still quite tricky.

"Don't worry, he doesn't eat people!"

Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang, "Who eats whom, it's not necessarily!" ”

Feng Xinglang was woken up by a basin of ice water mixture. A spirit, he sat straight up.

Then I saw Cong Gang looking at him quietly with a smile on his face at the window.

"Dog, it's cool to play Lao Tzu like a monkey, isn't it?"

Feng Xinglang's breath hadn't completely calmed down. The wet clothes tightly wrapped around his strong chest, very animated.

"Feng Xinglang, can you tell me some reason? You were the one who put a knife on my neck first! Shall I not be allowed to defend myself? ”

Cong Gang snuggled up to the window, looking quite leisurely. It was as if Feng Xinglang was already in his pocket.

Feng Xinglang gave Cong Gang a cold look. Just as he wanted to stand up, his legs, which had not yet passed the effect of the medicine, were hard to weaken, and his center of gravity was unstable, and he almost knocked on the low cabinet in front of him.

Cong Gang's figure leaned forward instantly, instinctively wanting to support Feng Xinglang.

But after Feng Xinglang stabilized his body, he retreated to the window again, "Don't worry, I'll let you go!" ”

Feng Xinglang didn't bother to take care of Cong Gang. I subconsciously groped for the mobile phone on my body, but I couldn't find it.

"Where's my phone?" Feng Xinglang asked in a low voice.

"Use mine!"

Cong Gang threw the mobile phone in his hand directly, "But you can only use it to make one call!" ”

"What do you mean?" Feng Xinglang looked at Cong Gang with sharp eyes.

"I want to use you as a hostage! And then a ransom of ten million! And it must be non-serial cash! Pick someone! ”

Cong Gang is tepid, not salty, not light.

Obviously doing kidnapping and blackmail, but listening to Cong Gang's tone, it seems that he is discussing with Feng Xinglang.

"What, you want to kidnap me?" Feng Xinglang snorted coldly.

"Probably not! How could any hostage come to the door on their own initiative? ”

Cong Gang raised his eyebrows slightly: You Feng Da President took the initiative to send it to the door by himself, I don't blackmail you, I'm sorry for myself!

"Cong Gang, you're looking for death!" Feng Xinglang scolded sharply.

Cong Gang ignored Feng Xinglang's abuse, but turned his head sideways and glanced at the setting sun.

"This call, you take the initiative to call, or I will call, anyway, it will be called!"

Cong Gang turned his head and looked at Feng Xinglang again, "Fight early, maybe I can go back to dinner with your wife before dinner." Your son is not at home, a rare world for two! You don't want to waste it, do you? ”

This painstaking persuasion is really considerate enough.

"Cong Gang, you're forcing me to get rid of you first!"

Feng Xinglang stared at Cong Gang and said coldly.

"You can't get rid of me yet! Unless, you borrow the hand of your own father Hetun! That's still possible! ”

Cong Gang lightly hooked the corners of his lips, "But you won't!" You won't lick your face and beg Hetun! ”

"I can still sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight!"

Feng Xinglang sat back on the wooden bed, raised his long legs, and simply chatted with Cong Gang patiently.

Cong Gang lowered his eyes slightly, "Feng Xinglang, you still don't know your own father!" Until I get rid of Yan Bang, Hetun won't kill me. At this point, I'm afraid even you can't think of Feng Xinglang! ”

“……”

Feng Xinglang's thick eyebrows frowned deeply: What do you mean? Could it be that Hetun is also waiting? Wait for Cong Gang to get rid of Yan Bang first?

"It seems that you really didn't expect it!"

Cong Gang smiled coldly, "Do you think that you held a gun to your head and forcibly saved Yan Bang from Hetun, and your father Hetun didn't have such a little idea?" ”

"Kill me and stay in Yanbang?"

Cong Gang snorted coldly, "You also have to have that kind of ability first!" If you do this, you will only make Yan Bang die faster! ”

He glanced sideways at the sunset again, "Have you thought about it?" Your father is not in Shencheng, and the far water can't save the near fire! Are you calling your wife for ransom? Or call Yan Bang? ”

"And who do you want me to call?" Feng Xinglang asked with a slight squint.

"Look at your macho performance...... You don't want your wife, a weak woman, to be afraid of you, right? Besides, in another hour, she won't be able to raise 10 million in cash! ”

Cong Gang turned his head and looked at Feng Xinglang with a deep gaze, "Let's call Yan Bang!" First, he should be more nervous about you than your wife; Second, he should have 10 million cash available in Dragon City! ”

Feng Xinglang met Cong Gang's gaze, and the two looked at each other.

Faintly, Feng Xinglang pursed his lips and smiled, "It seems that I have no choice." ”

After speaking, Feng Xinglang picked up the simple non-smartphone and dialed a number.

Judging from the length, it should be a mobile phone number, not a police or landline number.

"Baby, can you hear me?"

"Xinglang? What kind of phone do you use, and why is it garbled? ”

"Well, with a pseudo-base station. I'm with Cong Gang now. I haven't seen him for years, but he's hospitably welcoming me. ”

Feng Xinglang 'reported' the situation to his wife while sweeping to Cong Gang who was stunned in front of the window.

"Ah, Cong just returned to Shencheng?"

"Hmm. I'm not going back tonight. If I don't get home tomorrow morning, you can ask Na to go to the bank to withdraw 10 million non-serial cash and send it to Qibei Mountain City, the mansion where Cong Gang lived. ”

"Ten million? Xinglang, did you have an accident? ”

"10 million is a small meaning, your husband is the God of Wealth in Shencheng, rich! I'm here in Conggang, what can happen? Our master and servant are just catching up! ”

"Oh, okay."

"Hung up. You're going to be alone in the empty room tonight, and your husband will make up for it tomorrow night! ”

“…… Dislike. ”

Feng Xinglang's phone call, Wei Kang and Cong Laosi looked at each other.

Cong Gang was silent. I didn't expect Feng Xinglang to call his wife.

And that's it...... Excited!

With a "snap", Feng Xinglang threw his mobile phone on the low cabinet.

"Cong Gang, go cook for Lao Tzu. Italian beef tenderloin noodles, your best. Hurry up and wait to eat! ”

After speaking, Feng Xinglang stretched his limbs and lay back on the wooden bed. A lazy look that is easy to please God and difficult to send God.

How can the kidnapping be like a joke?

Don't play with heartbeats, change your mind?