Chapter 1911 Loss of Dignity

But Feng Xinglang could see clearly: the person in the cage was indeed Cong Gang!

how so?

It seems that Feng Xinglang is not mentally prepared for Cong Gang to become a prisoner!

Perhaps deep in Feng Xinglang's memory, Cong Gang has always been invincible!

Even if he bleeds and gets injured, he can't be locked in a cage like this!

Like a trapped animal that has lost its dignity!

The astringency was unbearable, and Feng Xinglang pinched his eyebrows gently, as if to calm his mind.

He couldn't accept what he saw before him!

As the saying goes: Scholars can be killed but not humiliated! Feng Xinglang really didn't want to see Cong Gang in this state!

"It's quite boring, isn't it? Come on, have a smoke!"

Feng Xinglang passed the smoke between his fingers through the gap and stretched his arm until he could no longer stretch it.

He knew that Cong Gang did not smoke. He is also quite resistant to others smoking in front of him.

The intention of doing this is actually quite obvious: although Cong Gang was handcuffed with one hand, the other hand is movable; in other words, with Cong Gang's weird skills, he wanted to restrain Cong Gang from reaching into the cage. With Feng Xinglang in it, that’s easy!

Feng Xinglang did this just because he wanted to use himself as Cong Gang's hostage, so that Cong Gang could take him hostage and threaten Hetun to release the people!

But Cong Gang didn't understand Feng Xinglang's good intentions!

Maybe you understand it, but you don’t accept it!

Cong Gang narrowed his eyes, glanced at Feng Xinglang lightly, and said in a low voice: "I don't smoke! Let alone smoke cigarettes that others have smoked!"

"..." Feng Xinglang's lips twitched slightly, "What time has it been? Don't be picky!"

Cong Gang raised his eyes to glance at Feng Xinglang, then lowered his head, falling into endless silence again.

"Cong Gang! Don't you know what's good and what's wrong! You have to watch the timing of your pretense!" Feng Xinglang roared in a low voice.

Even if he had the intention to send himself to Cong Gang as a hostage, he would have to cooperate with Cong Gang.

And Cong Gang's attitude at this moment is that he doesn't want to survive?

"You're a fucking prisoner now! Don't be so self-righteous!"

Feng Xinglang stretched his arm in the cage and never took it back, and made the reminder more clear: "This is your only chance!"

This is indeed a good opportunity! Using Feng Xinglang to blackmail Hetun is quite effective. Didn't Cong Gang do this before? Just a bloody video can extort a generous ransom from Hetun!

Cong Gang was still silent!

Didn't show any sense of survival!

Feng Xinglang glanced from the direction of the passage and asked in a low voice: "Are you... injured?"

Thinking that the person who was shot in the Feng family courtyard that night was probably Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang carefully looked at Cong Gang who was sitting there; sure enough, on the smoky gray sweatshirt around Cong Gang's waist, there was a large area of ​​less obvious dye. Dark blood stains.

"Is the injury serious?" Feng Xinglang asked tightly.

Cong Gang didn't answer, but his eyes were fixed behind Feng Xinglang.

Feng Xinglang turned around reflexively and saw Cobain standing behind him like a ghost.

"Prince Xing, how was the chat?"

Cobain's face seemed to be smiling but not smiling, "The soup your adoptive father asked the chef to make specially for you is almost cold!"

"I'll give you a drink!" Feng Xinglang snorted angrily.

"Of course, Prince Xing can only enjoy the kindness of my adoptive father! No one else is qualified! Of course, my body does not need to drink such a good tonic soup!"

The words Cobain added after this sounded quite...harsh.

The smoke between my fingers is about to burn out.

Feng Xinglang kept staring at Cong Gang in the cage. Seeing that he had no sense of counterattack, he could only slowly withdraw his arm that reached into the cage.

He didn't know what Cong Gang was worried about at this moment; but even if Cong Gang was injured, it shouldn't be a problem to hold him hostage.

In addition, I will cooperate well with him, so I still have a good chance of winning!

Could it be that Cong Gang was waiting for Wei Kang and the others to rescue him? !

That would inevitably lead to a fight between the two sides. This is what Feng Xinglang doesn't want to see.

At this moment, Feng Xinglang really wanted to pry open Cong Gang's head and see what he was thinking! Why join forces with Yan Bang to trick him?

But he can hold the bottom line! Both he and he knew the bottom line!

At this moment, Feng Xinglang was still willing to believe Cong Gang. After all, Cong Gang was the one who risked his life to save him time and time again!

Feng Xinglang ignored the arrogant Cobain and stood up and walked towards the exit of the passage without looking back.

After Cobain watched Feng Xinglang leave the darkroom, he turned back and took a deep look at Cong Gang who was locked in an alloy cage, his face a little cold.

Cong Gang was very quiet, maintaining the same attitude as when Feng Xinglang just left.

It seems that he has surrendered to the confinement and restraint of Hetun. It didn't show any sharp edge.

Such Cong Gang... is pitiful!

There is a sense of desolation like a tiger falling into the sun!

And it’s also intriguing!

…

Hetun was worried about his son's health.

All kinds of great tonic foods, if Feng Xinglang couldn't come, he would send people to the Feng family from time to time for his precious son to eat.

Moreover, Hetun himself has recently fallen in love with health preservation. It seems that he has slowly adapted to this leisurely life with children and grandchildren.

"Alang, you've been working all day, come over and drink some soup to warm yourself up!"

Seeing his son come out of the darkroom, Hetun quickly greeted him warmly.

Feng Xinglang didn't refuse, sat down and started drinking the soup. The soup is rich and fragrant, but I don't know what weird stuff is cooked in it.

Feng Xinglang was no longer on guard against Hetun. He knew that Hetun would not do anything like poisoning him.

"How are you going to deal with Cong Gang?"

After drinking most of the bowl of soup, Feng Xinglang asked slowly.

"I always feel that this Songtai is a huge hidden danger! If not handled properly, there will be endless troubles!"

His son asked him calmly, and Hetun expressed his thoughts.

"What hidden dangers could there be?"

Feng Xinglang became angry, "In your eyes, first Yan Bang and then Cong Gang, which one is not a hidden danger in your eyes?! Do you want me to be a loner?"

"Alang, calm down! Songtai and Yanbang are dealing with you, you didn't see it!"

Hetun didn't understand Feng Xinglang's angry glare at him, "Dad doesn't want you to be in any danger!"

Feng Xinglang took a deep breath and slowly exhaled half of it, trying to look calm.

"Hetun, the danger you imagine does not exist at all!"

He pursed his lips and paused for a moment, "If it weren't for Cong Gang, I'm afraid I wouldn't even have a chance to be in danger now!"

"Alang, this moment and the other moment! You are so attached to love and justice, sooner or later it will hurt you!"

"Then you want me to be a ruthless person?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Xinglang pulled out the gun on his body and pressed it heavily against Hetun's forehead.