Chapter 392: Plus a judgement! (2/2)

probably not! Judging from the adoption time and the ranking order, Cong Gang should have been right before Xing San, and it could not be the old twelve just received by Hetun.

Feng Xinglang's gaze instinctively glanced over the elevated villa's living room, and he didn't seem to find anything unusual.

Perhaps the only thing that is different is that Xing San is not here.

Xing San was sent to guard the elder brothers Feng Lixin and Lin Xueluo.

This still made Feng Xinglang feel a little relaxed: because Lan Youyou was in his hands, Xing San should treat them well.

Except that old twelve, what should be there?

If we are in a dilemma now, can we settle Hetun in one fell swoop?

As for the old twelve, he alone is probably not able to stir up any big waves!

”Mr. Hetun, since you don't want to see my face so much, why do you keep asking me to come to your door again and again?”

Feng Xinglang said saltily. Standing upright, still awe-inspiring.

Hetun slowly opened his eyes, which seemed a little sleepy, but he could still catch a sharp light from those deep eyes.

He looked at Feng Xinglang's eyes, like a ferocious eagle, staring at the proud voles on the ground.

The Vole thought he was smart enough and smart enough to know that every move he made was seen by the battle-hardened eagle.

Hetun glanced obscurely at Feng Xinglang, full of contempt.

Four snort words overflowing from the teeth:

”Young and frivolous!”

He Tun's contempt made Feng Xinglang feel a little anxiety: With just these few people, can the old poisonous fish become arrogant?

Or is this old poisonous fish ready for the rain? Or what kind of empty city plan are you playing?

Feng Xinglang couldn't help but glance up and down the villa's living room again. Except for Hetun sitting on the sofa and Xing Laoba, who stood beside him like a telephone pole, there was no other living creature in this villa.

”Hetun, I do n’t know how much hatred you have with our brothers! Or you do n’t need a reason to kill! This is the end, I do n’t want to know! But I can tell you that even if our brothers die I won't let you live! ”

Feng Xinglang really wanted to rush over to Hetun, but he had to give Lao Chu more time to arrange them.

”Tough words? To delay?”

He Tun spoke out Feng Xinglang's intentions at this time.

Feng Xinglang stunned for a moment: It seems that Hetun doesn't seem to treat himself as inferior to him!

”Then let's make a quick decision!”

Feng Xinglang said sharply, ”Aren't you asking me to make a choice? What about the options? It's time to present them?”

”Young man, that's why I can't hold my breath!”

Hetun hummed, ”Before doing multiple choice questions, I'll send you a judgment question!”

Add one more judgement?

”Mr. Xing, how about you are also a hero in South America. You are not afraid to lose face if you do this thing?”

Feng Xinglang wasn't interested in making any judgments.

”No! Exactly, this question is for you!”

He Tun snorted, ”Do you think you can bring me a pot with a bunch of slivers? Feng Xinglang, you are too naive!”