Chapter 986 Hunting

Sitting in a wheelchair for a long time made Feng Xinglang's steps seem a little unsteady.

In addition, the support equipment that assists walking pulls on his skin and muscles, and uncomfortable pain is inevitable.

Basong quickly stepped forward to support Feng Xinglang's swaying body, "Mr. Feng, let me push you upstairs."

"No! Stand far away, I can walk by myself!"

Without the loving eyes of his wife and children, Feng Xinglang felt much more relaxed.

Cong Gang is right: if he continues to be in a wheelchair, he will only become more and more like a waste!

In fact, Feng Xinglang has always been in a wheelchair, and there are also psychological factors.

He wanted to avoid it. Exhausted physically and mentally.

He even thought of leaving Shanghai with his wife and children and living a life without being disturbed.

What kind of eldest brother, what kind of sister-in-law, what kind of biological father, what kind of siblings...

Let the remaining people kill each other!

But Feng Xinglang also seemed to realize: If the problem is not solved, will the city where their family settles become the next Shanghai City?

Hard to say!

Feng Xinglang is Basong’s financial sponsor. Bassong had to listen to his orders; but he had to take care of his safety. So he could only follow Feng Xinglang aloofly.

The level floor of the living room was okay, but every step up the stairs would involve more skin and flesh tissue, tearing open small wounds and bright red blood spilling out.

Feng Xinglang could still tolerate this little flesh injury. So he walked quite calmly and freely.

When they reached the corner of the second floor, there were dots of blood dripping on the floor.

Not much, dripping on the dark floor and not noticeable.

It's just that Basong's sensitivity is stronger than that of ordinary people.

So he could smell a different kind of bloody smell in Feng Xinglang, who was full of alcohol and smelled of Chinese herbal medicine.

"Basong, if you fucking follow me again...get out of here tomorrow!"

Feng Xinglang staggered and almost fell down. Bassong, who was nervous about him, was about to step forward to help him when Feng Xinglang discovered his whereabouts.

Whether to get out or not is a matter of tomorrow; as long as Feng Xinglang is still his master today, Basong must ensure the safety of his master.

This is also the Boss's order, and Basong cannot disobey it.

But suddenly, Basong withdrew his outstretched hand.

Because he saw a figure at the stairs on the third floor...

A ghostly figure!

"Mr. Feng, please have a good rest. I'll be waiting downstairs. If you need anything, just call me!"

Basong glanced at the stairs on the third floor and avoided them. It made people feel that he was not allowed to go downstairs because of Feng Xinglang's harsh words.

"Ugh...uh!"

After Basong left, Feng Xinglang gasped in pain and sat on the steps.

"What the hell? It fucking hurts!"

After Feng Xinglang cursed, he stood up with difficulty, dragged his injured leg, and walked towards the study on the third floor with some pain.

To be precise, that’s not called ‘walking’, that’s called dragging one step at a time!

In fact, this kind of pain was nothing to Feng Xinglang; he seemed to make his posture look like he was in so much pain that he could hardly bear it.

Feng Xinglang wanted to step up the last two steps at once...

If you take too long a step, it's easy to tear... your flesh!

"……Well!"

Feng Xinglang let out a groan of pain and fell down on the steps, unable to get up for a long time.

"Is it really useless?"

It was a faint sound, like a sound coming from hell.

Feng Xinglang didn't need to look back to know who the bastard was who made such an eerie sound!

He maintained his lying position and did not pay attention to the person's taunting.

A strong smell of alcohol hit his face, and the visitor frowned slightly.

"What, are you going to sleep on the floor as a bed?"

Seeing Feng Xinglang lying motionless for a long time, Cong Gang stepped forward and pushed him.

"Get out! Don't fucking touch me! My legs hurt!"

While cursing, Feng Xinglang moved to a slightly more comfortable position and continued to lie on his stomach.

The lying position has an advantage: it can hide the subtle movements under the body.

"You can't bear this little pain? How did you endure your biological father leaving you completely bruised and with broken ribs?"

Cong Gang knelt down and spoke sarcastically, but his actions were caring.

He stretched out a strong arm and put it around Feng Xinglang's waist, trying to force him up from the ground.

"Click!"

Just after feeling Cong Gang's arm around his waist tightening, Feng Xinglang quickly stuck something on Cong Gang's arm like a whirlwind.

Cong Gang's strong arms were still holding Feng Xinglang's body steadily. After he sat up straight, he glanced at the bright metal handcuffs on his wrists.

One was clasped on his wrist; the other was clasped on Feng Xinglang's wrist!

"You bastard, I finally caught you!"

A playful and cold smile appeared on Feng Xinglang's beautiful thin lips.

"Are you playing a trick on me?"

Cong Gang's voice was calm and clear, and his face and voice did not change due to the handcuffs on his wrists.

"Do you know what the characteristics of a dog are?"

Feng Xinglang asked in a leisurely voice. It seems that this topic has jumped a bit.

"Could it be that he likes to play cruel tricks?"

Cong Gang took the opportunity to severely damage Feng Xinglang.

"..."

Feng Xinglang gave Cong Gang a cold look, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it casually.

He took a deep breath, but leisurely spit out all kinds of eye-catching eye circles.

"The characteristic of a dog is that it is very loyal to its owner! No matter how stubborn and stubborn it is, it will still care about its owner!"

He blew a puff of smoke into Cong Gang's face, "Just like you! On the surface, you look vicious and untamed, but deep down, you're still mean!"

Cong Gang turned his face to avoid the smoke blown by Feng Xinglang.

He never smoked, and he didn't like the smell of cigarettes.

But there was nothing he could do about Feng Xinglang's poor quality!

"Do you think you can cuff me with just one handcuff?" Cong Gang asked quietly.

"I asked Team Jane to make this specially for you!"

Feng Xinglang tugged at the handcuffs on his side, "The only way you can escape is to cut off my hand!"

"Then let me try?"

"What are you trying to do? Run away?"

"...Then I have to cut off your hand first!"

"Ha! Cut off my hand?"

Feng Xinglang smiled coldly, "You bet you don't have the guts! Cong Gang, because you are a bitch at heart, do you understand?"

Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang's handcuffed arms, and then at his own.

"What you just said was not accurate enough: you can escape even if you cut off my hand! Can't you?"

"..."

Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes slightly, "Are you going to 'cut off the wrists of a strong man'? Then do it quickly! I have never seen a dog hurt itself!"

"..." Cong Gang twitched the corner of his mouth, "I'd better think about it!"

Suddenly, Feng Xinglang suddenly raised his voice and shouted downstairs, "Old Mo, bring this guy up!"

Guy? What guy? Heavy guns?

Just when Cong Gang was surprised, Butler Mo came upstairs dragging a guy like an iron chain.

"This thing locked me up for several years when I was a child! It has been forged by hand for almost thirty years, and I asked Lao Mo to improve it the day before yesterday. Now it is used to lock you! Your treatment is much better than that of my sixteenth family! I can't bear to let it go. Use it!"

"..."

Cong Gang really didn't know what to say for a moment.

Also going upstairs with Butler Mo was Basong.

Bassong didn't know about tonight's 'hunting' plan.

Because Feng Xinglang considered that Basong was an innocent child and was worried that his acting skills would not be up to par, he did not let him participate.

Basong looked at Cong Gang with a somewhat eager look, and his hands were in a fist-stretching state.

"Old Mo, ask Basong to come up and lock him up!"

Butler Mo was already in his early sixties. Concerned that he could not withstand any of Cong Gang's attacks, Feng Xinglang asked Basong behind him to do it for him.

Without waiting for Butler Mo's response, Basong snatched away what looked like shackles.

Basong had just taken two steps upstairs when the scene on the third floor steps suddenly appeared.

Cong Gang made a backhand move and wrapped his arms and handcuffs around Feng Xinglang's neck, and the two of them were entangled.

"Stop! If you dare to take another step forward, I will kill him!"

Cong Gang held Feng Xinglang hostage and threatened Basong.

Basong's footsteps suddenly froze in place. He was a little confused as to where Boss was singing.

It stands to reason that if their master and apprentice team up to deal with a crippled leg and an old and weak person, it will be easy for them to do it.

"Basong, leave me alone...come up and lock him up! He doesn't dare to kill me!"

Feng Xinglang still had a certain amount of explosive power; it was just that he couldn't exert his strength under the pressure of Cong Gang, who was good at restraining others.

Bassington was on the spot, seemingly trying to figure out what the Boss wanted him to do!

"Basong, you idiot, come on!" Feng Xinglang shouted urgently.

"Feng Xinglang is your sponsor! If he dies, who will pay you?"

Cong Gang's leisurely voice was as if he was talking to Basongla at home.

Seeing Basong dumbfounded and stunned on the spot, Feng Xinglang quickly changed his strategy.

"Old Mo, go get the anesthetic gun!"

"good!"

Butler Mo retreated in response.

"..."

Basong was really confused this time: it seems that in order to catch Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang and his servant did a lot of things accurately!

When Butler Mo turned back, he had a long tube-shaped anesthetic gun in his hand, with three anesthetics in it.

"Old guy, you have to aim carefully! Don't accidentally kill your second young master!"

Cong Gang joked. He didn't take Feng Xinglang's master and servant seriously at all.

Perhaps Feng Xinglang's constant resistance and twisting greatly weakened Cong Gang's vigilance;

Or perhaps because of the tacit understanding between Feng Xinglang and Butler Mo over the years, they have reached the level of proficiency.

This kind of tacit understanding was developed over a long period of time while coaxing Feng Lixin into treatment.

Almost instantly, Feng Xinglang gathered all the strength in his upper body and made a brute force spin...

Cong Gang, who was restraining his neck behind him, had to release his strength to prevent the handcuffs from strangling Feng Xinglang's neck, so he was inertia and was thrown half of his body by Feng Xinglang;

At the same time, Butler Mo shot an anesthetic needle into Cong's exposed upper body without hesitation! And he fired two in a row!

The first anesthesia needle was just avoided; the second one was not spared!