Chapter 296 Don’t Try, You Can’t Beat Me!

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This place is said to be haunted.

And it was quite a fuss.

Of course Feng Xinglang didn't believe in ghosts and gods.

But when he stepped into this dark area, he would inevitably feel a little uncomfortable.

This is not a pure European-style villa. According to legend, this was once the hiding place of a senior military officer of the Kuomintang. Later it was bought by a Taiwanese businessman.

Why it was transferred to Cong Gang again is unknown.

Feng Xinglang always felt that this Cong Gang was like a ghost, living in no fixed place! Like a wandering ghost, erratic.

Therefore, when Ye Shinian told him that Cong Gang had disappeared and there were no signs of fighting in the ward, he thought of this.

This is Feng Xinglang's third time here.

When I came during the day, I just felt that the place was desolate. There is no trace of human life at all!

But this evening... I feel a slight chill running down my spine!

With a 'click' sound, Feng Xinglang stepped on the dead branch.

In this quiet and eerie night, it sounded particularly harsh.

In late autumn, fallen leaves are even better. In addition, no one had cleaned it for a long time, and the cobblestone path more than 20 meters away from the entrance of the villa was full of dead branches and leaves.

If he hadn't seen Cong Gang during the day, Feng Xinglang would have thought that he was a ghost living outside the fringe environment of humans.

To live in a place where birds don't poop! There is no village in front of me, no store in back, and no one will know if I die here.

‘Chachacha’ three consecutive shots.

Feng Xinglang just raised his eyes and glanced in the direction of the flash, with a sullen expression on his face. These three-sided shots must be informing the people in the villa that someone has sneaked into his territory.

The villa is almost completely covered with woody vines, and there is no light at this moment. It looks like an abandoned building that has not been inhabited for many years.

Is it necessary to make it so scary? You can't live in a nice urban villa, so why do you want to be a foreigner here?

Feng Xinglang frowned slightly and walked towards the entrance of the villa, stepping on dead branches and fallen leaves.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, there was a 'click' and the door opened automatically.

Fortunately, Feng Xinglang, a ferocious and fierce man who did not believe in ghosts and gods, would have run away if he had been a timid person.

It was pitch dark in the living room of the villa!

Fortunately, what hit me was not the stench of corroded corpses.

It smells like a refreshing Chinese herbal medicine! Not pungent!

He took a step closer in the dark, and heard the sound of the door locking behind him. It's so weird that it makes people shudder.

"Cong Gang, are you dead? If not, please turn on the light for me!"

Feng Xinglang really wasn't used to this dark and weird atmosphere. He still likes to live in the sun!

Although his heart became gloomy because of the murder of his eldest brother Feng Lixin.

The lights in the living room came on. It's not that kind of dazzling light, but that kind of leisurely, cold light with a bit of a pale color.

Smelling the smell of Chinese herbal medicine, Feng Xinglang walked towards the gym inside. He has been here before, and although he is not familiar with it, he is not completely ignorant.

The closer you get to the gym, the stronger the smell of Chinese herbal medicine is, and it seems to be mixed with the heat of fumigation.

Feng Xinglang was sure that Cong Gang must be in the gym.

Cong Gang was the name Feng Xinglang later gave him. He also re-applied for Hong Kong citizenship. As for Cong Gang's previous name and who he was, Feng Xinglang didn't know much about it!

Feng Xinglang doesn't care about Cong Gang's past! He only cares about Cong Gang's whereabouts after following him.

In the gym, in addition to some equipment, there is also a circular bath. Half is on the ground and half is sunk into the basement.

It should be a medicinal bath. There is a strong smell of Chinese herbal medicine inside. There are also traces of fumigating heat.

Feng Xinglang stepped up the steps and stared at the brown water surface as flat as a mirror.

The dark water surface made it impossible to see what was going on underwater. But Feng Xinglang knew: To keep the water level on the water surface as flat as a mirror, at least the people underwater had to hold their breath for three or four minutes before the water surface could calm down.

Ordinary people can be considered well-trained if they can hold their breath underwater for three to four minutes; but Cong Gang is a patient who has just recovered from a serious injury.

Feng Xinglang just stood quietly by the Chinese herbal medicine pool, squinting his eyes slightly and staring at the movement under the water, very patiently.

After another two or three minutes, there was movement under the water, and a muscular body jumped out from the water.

A resolute face emerged from the water. It's Cong Gang!

Cong Gang took a towel from the pool and wiped away the remaining Chinese herbal medicine on his face.

"Why did you run out of the hospital before your injuries healed? No one will know if you died here and became a mummy!"

Seeing that Cong Gang had no intention of getting out of the Chinese herbal medicine pool, Feng Xinglang sat on the edge of the pool.

Knowing that the next topic would not be too short, Feng Xinglang lit a cigarette and smoked slowly. The handsome face behind the smoke was full of unclear melancholy.

"You already know the identity of that big fish, why don't you tell me?"

It turned out that Feng Xinglang was here to intimidate him tonight. There were no signs of fighting in the hospital ward, so Cong Gang must have run out on his own.

Now that he can run away by himself, his injury should be under some control.

Therefore, Feng Xinglang, who was a little irritated by the wait, took the initiative to come here and coerce Cong Gang into a result.

"I have no idea!"

Cong Gang responded lightly. Very straightforward and not sloppy.

Feng Xinglang's handsome face was slowly distorting. He took a deep breath of cigarette, letting the spicy smoke spread in his lungs and respiratory tract, and then slowly exhaled it.

He turned sideways, stared closely at Cong Gang's resolute and angular face, and murmured word by word.

"I didn't hear you clearly, please say it again!"

This kind of intimidation method has always been effective when used to deal with Ye Shinian. It seems to be weak when used to deal with the stubborn Cong Gang.

Cong Gang did not repeat his words 'obediently', but covered his face with a towel, not wanting to talk to Feng Xinglang anymore.

Cong Gang's injuries have not healed. He is just a carbohydrate man, not an almighty god, nor an immortal ghost.

Cong Gang's silence made Feng Xinglang's anger build up in his heart more and more. It's not that he can't stand Cong Gang's neglect, but he really can't wait to avenge his eldest brother Feng Lixin.

Between the knuckled fingers, a wisp of smoke lingered from the lit smoke, brushing against Feng Xinglang's handsome face, making it even more hazy.

Slowly, Feng Xinglang cut off the smoke between his fingers, and then gathered strength in his strong arm to attack.

Feng Xinglang has practiced fighting skills, which can be regarded as a professional level. But in front of Cong Gang, a very evil man who made fighting his profession and his means of livelihood, he seemed to feel gloomy.

"Don't try...you can't beat me!"

Cong Gang's slow words were like a basin of cold water being poured over him.