The only thing Bai Mo could think of Feng Xinglang's father was Feng Yishan!

It's just that Feng Yishan has been dead for many years, and they have all turned into ashes, and it is unlikely that he wants to cheat the corpse to cross the tomb!

With a 'snap', Feng Xinglang smashed the cards in his hand on the table very unpleasantly, and then Xuan Han had a cold face, and then got up and left without looking back.

"Feng Xinglang," Yan Bang rarely called his name so directly, "You just leave like this, aren't you afraid that I will take someone to 'see off' your father?" ”

In Yan Bang's opinion, Feng Xinglang played bridge with him so patiently, just to supervise him Yan Bang!

So that his father Hetun can leave Shencheng smoothly?

"Yan Bang, your life is your own! No matter how much others maintain it, but you regard your life as a mustard, then your life can only be a mustard! ”

In other words, in layman's terms: You love to send death as you please, Uncle Ben doesn't want to bird you anymore!

Watching the tall and muscular back leave the living room, Yan Bang's scarred facial muscles throbbed vigorously.

What's going on?

Bai Mo was really stunned by the riddle-like conversation between Yan Bang and Feng Xinglang.

This boat of friendship is capsizing?

"Brother Bang, you are angry......"

Bai Mo looked at Yan Bang's scar, his face was full of anger, and he couldn't help but feel a little crazy in his heart.

This is really a companion like a tiger!

Can you play a bridge like this? If you're not careful, you'll be burned!

"...... Get lost! Get out of here! ”

Yan Bang's accumulated anger exploded instantly, and he roared at Bai Mo and a few waiters.

Then, there was a crackling sound from the living room.

There is no doubt that Yan Bang's out-of-control male lion is crazy again.

Why use 'again'?

Since Yan Bang returned to Dragon City, it hasn't stopped. He took his anger out on others for the humiliation he had suffered, and beat and scolded his subordinates.

His tyrannical behavior has reached the point where it is impossible to write about it!

If this continues, the entire Dragon City will be doomed!

It will only be a matter of time before it is seized and banned by the yamen.

Outside the door of the living room, there are three muscular men who look like door panels.

"Second master." Seeing Feng Xinglang walking out of the living room, they seemed to be still angry, and they looked at each other for a moment.

"Hmm." Feng Xinglang just snorted, and walked towards the elevator in the corridor with a handsome face.

I just took two steps, but I turned back again.

"Is there a fire?"

With the sound of yelling and smashing in the living room, Feng Xinglang leaned against the wall and smoked a cigarette leisurely.

The joints between his fingers are very distinct, and the sense of strength of the man is hidden.

The action of lighting the soot is very gentlemanly; It was in stark contrast to the high-pitched violent sound in the living room.

The three poker faces didn't go in, they didn't go in, they all seemed to be waiting for Feng Xinglang's instructions.

But Feng Xinglang had an expression without any superfluous expression!

With a 'bang', Bai Mo was almost knocked out of the living room.

This world is so angry that playing a bridge can put your life in danger!

"Brother Lang, you're not leaving?"

Seeing Feng Xinglang who was leaning against the wall and smoking a cigarette leisurely, Bai Mo's good-looking face instantly became bitter.

"Brother Lang, my second master...... Brother Bang made a fuss like that in the room, didn't you hear it? ”

In fact, Bai Mo wanted to say: You Feng Xinglang left as soon as he smashed the card, but he threw me to Yan Bang in the violence, and almost lost my life, this is too unkind, right?

"Do you have a gun?"

"Yes."

Feng Xinglang snuffed out the cigarette between his fingers on the wall, took the gun from the hand of the close bodyguard, and walked towards the living room.

When Bai Mo saw that Feng Xinglang was about to go in with a gun, the whole person was not good.

"Brother Lang, Brother Lang, you are angry! The entire Dragon City belongs to Brother Bang, he loves to smash it or not! ”

Bai Mo thought that Feng Xinglang took a gun in to deal with Yan Bang. Thinking that even if Yan Bang made a small fire or something, he wouldn't use a gun! That's a big problem!

"Then you go in and put out the fire for him?"

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

Bai Mo immediately let go of the hand that went to stop Feng Xinglang, "Then, then you should be more leisurely!" Between brothers, harmony is precious! ”

Feng Xinglang patted Bai Mo on the shoulder comfortingly, and then turned around and went into Yan Bang's living room.

In the living room, Yan Bang poured himself a drink.

The muscles of the face were twisted, and it looked really hideous.

'Smack', Feng Xinglang slapped the gun in his hand on the table in front of Yan Bang.

Seeing the gun, Yan Bang suddenly laughed like a mania, and with a stabbing sound, he roughly tore off the clothes in front of his chest, revealing his exaggerated lumpy muscles like a toned gentleman.

"Come on, come on, shoot at Lao Tzu! Take aim and don't shake your hands! ”

Seriously, Yan Bang's appearance of being a thief and death, Feng Xinglang really wanted to step forward and slap him a few times to sober him up.

"Lao Tzu especially hopes to die in the hands of your Feng Xinglang! It's true! Long-cherished! ”

Yan Bang stared at Feng Xinglang, and moved his hun forward a little closer.

What is that......

Feng Xinglang took a deep breath and then took a deep breath, he was really worried that if he got out of control, he would fulfill Yan Bang's dog thing!

"Yan Bang, let's hurry up!"

Feng Xinglang quickly picked up the gun from the table, and instead of raising it to Yan Bang, he pressed it against his temple.

"What are you going to do?"

Although Yan Bang clearly knew that Feng Xinglang, who had a wife and children, would not do that kind of suicidal stupidity, he still asked nervously.

"Multiple choice question, choose one of the two: you want me as a brother; Or will you get revenge? ”

Anger and bad habits can sometimes be contagious.

Hetun's bad behavior of making people do multiple-choice questions was not only transmitted to Cong Gang, but also to his own son Feng Xinglang.

Yan Bang's lips squirmed stiffly a few times, and in his bloodshot eyes, there was an unclear deep meaning.

"Brothers too, revenge too!"

He hissed word by word.

With a 'snap', Feng Xinglang smashed Yan Bang's forehead with the butt of his gun.

"You're a idiot! Do you understand multiple-choice questions? You can only choose one! ”

Feng Xinglang solemnly repeated again, "Do you want my brother, or revenge?" ”

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

"Lao Tzu wants you!"

After speaking, Yan Bang's whole person was like a black bear, and he rushed towards Feng Xinglang......

Outside the door of the living room, Bai Mo and the three muscular men watched the changes together.

There were even sounds of fighting inside, and it intensified.

What's going on?

Feng Xinglang went in, shouldn't it be medicine for Yan Bang? Why are there still fights?

"Master Mo, shall we go in and have a look?"

"No hurry...... Wait! Let them fight for a while! ”

Bai Mo took a selfish cautious eye: this Feng Xinglang fought against Yan Bang, and Feng Xinglang could fight back; If you go in by yourself, you can only be beaten!

If even Feng Xinglang can't hold Yan Bang, then no one can hold it! Including him Bai Mo.

A "bang" gunshot startled Bai Mo fiercely.

Really shot? It's going to be a mess!

Bai Mo didn't dare to wait any longer, so he called three muscular men to break in.

Yan Bang and Feng Xinglang showed a posture of hand-to-hand combat.

In Yan Bang's hands, no guns were found.

That gun should be in Feng Xinglang's hand...... Could it be that it was Feng Xinglang who shot it?

Yan Bang felt a body of his own, and he didn't notice any pain, but his white shirt was stained with blood.

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

Obviously, the blood on Yan Bang's shirt was sealed.

As Yan Bang slowly turned over, the gun in Feng Xinglang's hand appeared little by little.

"Longo ......"

Bai Mo was shocked to find that the smoky gray shirt sleeve on Feng Xinglang's left arm had been stained red with blood.

"What the are you doing? Call a doctor! ”

Yan Bang let out a hysterical roar.

Feng Xinglang was sent back to the Feng family by Bai Mo.

Xue Luo is teaching Lin Nuo simple Chinese characters in the living room.

Don't ask him to be able to write, just ask these Chinese characters to be familiar in front of small things.

"Sister-in-law, I'll send Brother Lang back for you." Bai Mo said with a smile.

Originally, Feng Xinglang didn't want Bai Mo to send him back, but between Yan Bang's bodyguards and Bai Mo, Feng Xinglang had to reluctantly choose Bai Mo.

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

When Bai Mo helped Feng Xinglang to the sofa and sat down, Xueluo was shocked to find that her husband's arm was tied with a bandage.

"That, I met a few gangsters bullying a little girl on the road, and Lang Gelu pulled out a knife to help when he saw injustice...... I was accidentally cut in the arm by the gangsters. ”

Bai Mo's story is fairly smooth.

"Is the injury serious?"

Xueluo stepped forward in distress and wanted to hold the man's arm, but he was worried that he would hurt the man for the second time.

"It's not heavy! Skin trauma only! ”

Feng Xinglang smiled slightly, and did not shy away from Bai Mo's still being, so he kissed his wife on the cheek that was sad about him.

"Feng Xinglang, hello lo, I can't even beat a few little gangsters!"

Although the little thing also feels sorry for his own father, it is estimated that he has seen too many bloody scenes, and the skin trauma on this arm is too commonplace.

"People have knives, your father and I are barehanded."

Feng Xinglang perfected the story that Bai Mo had fabricated.

"If you lose, you lose, and you lose your face anyway, so don't be embarrassed! My son won't laugh at you! ”

The little guy snuggled up here and gently patted Feng Xinglang's arm under the bandage.

Feng Xinglang gritted his teeth in pain, but showed a smile of 'I don't hurt' and 'I'm okay' in front of his son.

"Is it because the little girl looks so beautiful, that's why she is so desperate?!"

Xueluo complained to the man in great distress.