Chapter 1103 Kneeling and Keeping Vigil for Three Days

Feng Xinglang hid his head in Yan Bang's shirt.

Yan Bang had his shirt taken off, showing off his muscles. That Schwarzenegger-like physique is full of overwhelming power.

"Why, do you still dislike yourself?"

Seeing Feng Xinglang's appearance, Yan Bang was very happy. Then she lifted his head and rested it on his lap, "It's all your own scent."

Feng Xinglang didn't want to speak, his whole body felt extremely weak.

The pain, hunger, and the chaotic and dirty smell really made him physically and mentally exhausted.

"What's wrong? Where does it hurt again?"

Yan Bang put his warm palms into Feng Xinglang's shirt and pressed his internal organs tentatively.

"Bang, what is the life you expect...like?"

Feng Xinglang's handsome face was covered under his shirt, making it impossible to read his expression. But such a question seemed too serious.

"The life you are looking forward to..."

When Feng Xinglang asked this question, Yan Bang was startled. It seems that he does not have much vision for his future life.

"You want me to tell the truth?" Yan Bang asked back.

"...Then don't say it!"

Feng Xinglang nipped in the bud the topic that had just been asked but had yet to be answered.

"Are you kidding me?"

Yan Bang snorted dissatisfiedly, "You asked and you didn't let me tell you?"

"Bang, if I insist on giving you a woman to marry, will you obey? Or will you resist?"

Feng Xinglang changed the topic to a more intuitive topic, "Just tell me whether you accept it or not!"

"Accept it! Of course I accept it!"

Yan Bang's response was so good that Feng Xinglang was a little surprised; but when he was about to ask further, Yan Bang's next words made him very angry.

"But this woman can only be your Lin Xueluo! Then I can sleep with your Feng Xinglang's woman and have your Feng Xinglang's baby! Hahaha..."

Yan Bang's heroic laughter really made Feng Xinglang's hands itch. I wanted to hit someone, but I couldn't.

"Bitch!"

Feng Xinglang hissed two words from between his lips and teeth.

"I'm so mean...are you going to bite me?" Yan Bang laughed heartily again.

Suddenly, Feng Xinglang felt two soft and warm things fall on his lips through his shirt...

For more than 20 hours, relying on only a few sips of water to sustain life was indeed exhausting.

At this moment, Feng Xinglang could be said to be in a state of hunger and pain.

But it was not convenient for him to speak.

He knew that with Yan Bang's character, he would make a lot of noise and ask those gangsters for food for him.

Since these gangsters want to torture them, how can they happily give them food? He might even get a good beating. Then the gain outweighs the loss.

What they can do now is to lower their sense of presence and wait quietly for someone to arrive.

"Are you hungry?" Yan Bang asked.

"Not hungry!"

Feng Xinglang murmured again, "Just bear with me!"

"Are you really waiting for God to save us?"

Yan Bang was just about to lift the shirt off Feng Xinglang's face, but Feng Xinglang held him down again.

"I ask you to wait, just wait!"

Feng Xinglang's voice became more angry, "Don't seek death and implicate me! Do you understand?"

"Who is the God you are waiting for? It's not your biological father Hetun... Could it be Old Man Bai?"

There are not many people who can compete with a major general. Apart from Hetun, who loves his son so much, the only person Yan Bang can think of is Mr. Bai!

"Are you waiting for the police uncle?" Yan Bang added in a humorous tone.

"The secret must not be leaked... Only by waiting obediently can you save your life!"

Feng Xinglang answered in a weak and calm voice.

"Is there any need to be so talkative? I'm not afraid of death!"

Yan Bang leaned over and pressed his face against Feng Xinglang's forehead.

"If you want to die, you have to die outside! There's only such a big space, and I don't want to fall asleep smelling the stench of your corpse!"

"Don't worry, even if I am really going to die one day, I will give you a delicious meal first! Otherwise, I will die in peace!"

"Yan, I bet you don't dare!"

"..."

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In the confusion, I don't know whether I am asleep or awake;

All he knew was that the endless hunger was coming, and Feng Xinglang was exhausted. It seemed like he didn't even want to say anything.

In his daze, he heard the uniform footsteps of the soldiers again.

Yan Bang also woke up, and as the footsteps got closer and closer, he tightened his embrace.

"If I dare to touch you again, I will risk my life with them!"

"Calm down! Even if you risk your life, you are just cannon fodder!"

Feng Xinglang sat up and listened carefully to the movement outside the cabin door.

The cabin door was opened, letting in a blinding light.

"Our major general invites you."

The words of the visitor made Feng Xinglang slightly relieved. Fortunately, he didn't have to be beaten. It’s just unclear whether the situation will be worse.

Feng Xinglang can actually leave. But he still let Yan Bang help him move forward.

Showing weakness can paralyze the enemy to a certain extent and win more opportunities for yourself.

Furthermore, after beating his precious son like that, if he still appeared in front of his father alive and well, wouldn't he be asking for a beating?

After walking up and down for four or five minutes, I finally entered a strange room.

The whole room is in black and white. A dark wooden box was placed on the innermost desk. And that portrait...

It seems that this is undoubtedly a mourning hall.

Fang Yiyan’s mother’s mourning hall!

A tall figure from behind is bowing to the portrait, and wisps of green smoke rise from three sticks of burning incense.

After hearing the noise, the figure with his back to the door turned around.

A solemn face with sharp edges; full of military dignity and alienation.

Feng Xinglang frowned slightly: Is this man Fang Yiyan's biological father, the major general who abused his power?

It feels like Fang Yiyan's appearance is nothing like that of his biological father; but he does have some resemblance to the woman in the portrait.

"Feng Xinglang! Yan Bang!"

Father Fang's voice was sonorous and powerful, as if it could hit the ground and create a pit.

"Feng has met Major General Fang."

Feng Xinglang responded politely.

"One of you is the God of Wealth in Shanghai, and the other is a local gangster in Shanghai. The two of you have been colluding with each other and have been doing evil in Shanghai for many years, right?!"

Father Fang's words sounded righteous. It felt like he was trying Feng Xinglang and Yan Bang.

"So what? Are you not convinced?"

Yan Bang snorted coldly, "If you're not convinced, I can only hold it in!"

"Haha," Father Fang glanced at Yan Bang coldly and smiled lightly, "What a ignorant person! Do you really think that you can cover the sky with one hand in this world?"

"It seems that it's time for me to teach you two bullies a lesson for the people of Shencheng!"