Chapter 2484 The World Is worthy...and Beautiful!

Feng Xinglang pushed against Cong Gang's body, and the two of them retreated into a simple shed made of steel plates in a surrendered manner.

Simple sheds are where workers live. And it’s collective. At least seven or eight people live together in a simple shed. Feng Xinglang has been trapped here for the past two days.

After entering the simple shed, Feng Xinglang immediately grabbed Cong Gang's collar and pressed him against the steel plate behind him.

"Cong Gang, your mother came here alone? You are too cool!"

I finally got hope, but this hope feels so slim. Perhaps it was the tragic experiences in the past two days that made Feng Xinglang cherish his life even more. I also learned a profound lesson about the impermanence of things!

Cong Gang did not answer Feng Xinglang's question, but reached over and gently touched his cheek.

Because of injuries on his scalp, Feng Xinglang's hair was shaved into a flat top. His gentlemanliness and elegance were erased, and he became more gangster and ruffian.

"Feng Xinglang...Long time no see!"

Cong Gang's eyes were filled with sparkling light, and the corners of his lips curved into a bitter smile.

"Meet your sister!" In order to lower his voice, Feng Xinglang dragged Cong Gang to the middle of the simple shed, and then slapped him over, "Let me tell you Cong Gang: If I really explode to death here, I will Let you spend the second half of your life lingering with deep guilt

Lifetime! "

"I was wrong..." Cong Gang's apology came from the depths of his soul.

He was indeed wrong. He shouldn't put Feng Xinglang in danger for his so-called self-esteem.

"When I can leave here alive...I will definitely kill you!"

Feng Xinglang hissed angrily, "I'll kill you in the most cruel way!"

In front of Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang showed this typical behavior. It feels like 'when others abuse me, I abuse Cong Gang'!

"Okay, I'll wait." Cong Gang still had a smile on his lips.

He stared deeply at Feng Xinglang, who was cautious and looking out the door from time to time.

"Wait for your mother! Cong Gang, if I get beaten by others, it will be your shame!"

At this moment, Feng Xinglang felt sworn dissatisfaction with Cong Gang. He felt unhappy no matter what Cong Gang said. I just want to give him a good beating! The kind that beats you to death!

"It is indeed my shame! Everyone here who has hurt you, I will not let them live a good life!"

There is no doubt about this. Cong Gang would not let anyone hurt Feng Xinglang. Including Hetun.

"Are you still bragging? I'll let you do it... let you do it!"

Feng Xinglang picked up the washbasin on the ground and hit Cong Gang hard on his head and face. If you can't defeat those mercenaries, how can you defeat him, Cong Gang? !

After the steel basin was deformed, Feng Xinglang's mood seemed to be more stable.

"How's the little bug? He's not injured, right?"

After calming down, Feng Xinglang's first concern was his youngest son. It must be his youngest son's credit that Cong Gang was able to find him here.

"Xiao Chong is fine. Stronger than you think."

Cong Gang reached over and began to examine the gunshot wound on Feng Xinglang's head. Check to see if there is any damage to the skull.

"Why am I not strong enough? If I were not strong, your mother might not even be able to find my body!"

Feng Xinglang, who was suppressing his anger and grievance, felt unhappy no matter what Cong Gang said.

In short, he just wants to find trouble with Cong Gang!

"Feng Xinglang... thank you for giving me this opportunity!"

Cong Gang continued to look at the injuries on Feng Xinglang's chest: although they were all flesh injuries, the way the skin was torn apart looked particularly horrifying.

Falling into Cong Gang's heart, every scar pierced his heart like a sharp sword!

This is indeed a shame for Cong Gang! He actually allowed Feng Xinglang to be beaten like this! !

"Cong Gang, are you really the only one here?"

Feng Xinglang glanced outside the simple shed again, "There are so many mercenaries with guns, we can't escape! Have you brought your mobile phone? Where are your subordinates? Don't tell me: when it comes to hiring people, , they can’t help!”

Another explanation for cherishing life is fear of death!

After experiencing life and death again in middle age, Feng Xinglang cherished the beauty of life even more.

"Wu Song and the others are nearby and should be here soon!" Cong Gang comforted Feng Xinglang, who was a little uneasy.

"Then let's stand still and wait for Wu Song and the others to come over! There are too many soldiers here, so we can't be reckless!"

Feng Xinglang put cherishing his life first; because he had passed the age of risking everything for freedom. It's important to save your life.

Cong Gang had been looking at Feng Xinglang, and took a general examination of his whole body: in addition to the lacerations on his scalp, the flesh wounds on his chest, and the bruises on his neck and shoulders, his left leg The journey has been a bit slow.

When Feng Xinglang calmed down, he saw another worker in the simple shed. I haven't seen him say anything in the past two days. But he probably can't understand Chinese. I don't know the content of their conversation just now.

Could this guy be the undercover reporter? Because Feng Xinglang discovered that he seemed to have been creating opportunities to be alone with him!

It was already this time, and he didn't bother to use his brain to speculate on this guy's identity. Maybe tonight I can say goodbye to this hell on earth.

"When will Wu Song and the others arrive?" Feng Xinglang asked in a low voice.

"As long as you're not stupid, it will be within three hours!"

Cong Gang took out a miniature first aid kit from his body and said, "Let me treat your wound first. It will make you feel better."

"You think I'm very comfortable, right? Seeing how bad I look makes you feel really happy, right?"

At this moment, Cong Gang couldn't even breathe correctly. Feng Xinglang completely blamed Cong Gang for his inhuman experience.

"It doesn't feel good at all! It definitely hurts more than you do!"

Cong Gang sprayed a layer of medicine on Feng Xinglang's wound, "If you don't forgive me, that's right!"

"You don't need to provoke me! Anyway, I will never forgive you! I will cut your flesh slowly with a knife and scrape off your flesh piece by piece... I will make your life worse than death!"

When it comes to verbal battles, Feng Xinglang almost never loses.

"That's necessary! Don't make it easy for me!"

While talking, Cong Gang had already temporarily taped Feng Xinglang's slightly cracked scalp with a sterile patch.

"Don't worry, dead bug, I won't let you down!" Feng Xinglang gritted his teeth.

"Then I'm really looking forward to it."

Cong Gang put his palm against Feng Xinglang's ribs, "Take a deep breath in and then spit it out!"

Although he was full of anger and dissatisfaction with Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang still obeyed his orders.

"Uh... it hurts! Damn it, it hurts!" Feng Xinglang cursed again.

"It's not broken, there should be some cracks." Cong Gangping stroked Feng Xinglang's sore back.

One after another, workers began to come in to this simple shed, which was only more than 20 square meters. Without exception, they all glanced at the newcomer Cong Gang.

Cong Gang ignored their presence and continued to check Feng Xinglang's other injuries.

"Cong Gang, have you had dinner?"

After there were more people, it was unclear whether they could understand Chinese, so it was not suitable for them to talk about escape. Feng Xinglang asked this question.

"I was in a bad mood and didn't eat much!"

In fact, Cong Gang had not eaten for more than thirty hours. On the way to find Feng Xinglang, he gave himself an injection of nutrient solution to maintain his body's functions.

Thinking of something, Feng Xinglang stood up and walked towards his locker, and then took out a fairly good-looking apple from it.

"I can still think about you, a piece of shit, in a place like this!! But you, a piece of shit, just leave as soon as you say it!!"

Feng Xinglang's mouth was full of hissing resentment, "Just wait! When I return to Shencheng, if I can't beat your legs, I will take your surname!"

This is the fruit given out during lunch. The reason why Feng Xinglang kept this apple was to leave hope for himself.

While holding the apple, Cong Gang's lips twitched slightly: If Feng Xinglang really wanted to break his legs... there was no need for Feng Xinglang to do it himself, he would break his legs for him!

"Okay, stop being picky! Where birds don't poop, it would be nice to have some fruit to eat!"

He thought that Cong Gang had been looking at the apple in his hand because he disliked its color and shape and refused to eat it.

It was just the fruit of hope that Feng Xinglang left behind when he was hoping that Cong Gang would come to save him soon, but at this moment, it touched every cell of Cong Gang!

The last ones to come in were two relatively tall and strong workers: they must have just taken a shower and were naked from the waist down.

When they looked at Feng Xinglang, Cong Gang could clearly feel that Feng Xinglang took a step back.

The entire simple shed became silent as the last two workers entered.

It seems that these two guys put pressure on other workers in this simple shed.

Perhaps because of Cong Gang's presence, Feng Xinglang did not immediately stand up to greet him like other workers, handing towels to others and water glasses to others.

In fact, everyone is a victim of slavery, why choose the weaker ones to bully? !

If you have the guts, why don't you go out and kill those mercenaries with guns? !

In front of a weaker victim, you pretend to be an idiot!

Feng Xinglang really looked down on these guys who bullied the weak and feared the strong!

"He... is new?"

The leader of the laborers pointed at Cong Gang and asked the short laborer who was brushing him aside.

The short worker immediately said to Cong Gang in broken English, "Take what you have in your hand to honor our leader!"

Feng Xinglang said nothing. He looked at the labor leader and then at Cong Gang. He was worried that making too much noise would attract the group of mercenaries.

"I want... to let him get it by himself!"

Cong Gang first pulled Feng Xinglang back one meter, and then sneered at the labor leader with a half-smile.

"Insect, don't make trouble! You have lived enough, I haven't lived enough yet!"

Feng Xinglang didn't want to cause trouble. He had to save his life and wait for Wu Song and the others to arrive.

"As long as I'm here... no one can hurt you!" Cong Gang comforted quietly.

"I'll go! You bitch, if you don't brag for a day, will your mother be able to choke you to death?! Do you have the ability to fight the mercenaries with guns outside! What's the point of playing tricks here?!"

To be honest, it was extremely comfortable and pleasant to hear Feng Xinglang scolding him at this moment. The world is worthy...and beautiful!