Chapter 396: Feng Xinglang who is manic (2/2)

Feng Xinglang did not answer the eldest brother Feng Lixin's rhetoric of death, but turned to Hetun, who was sitting east to west.

”Hetun, no matter how deep hatred you and our brothers have, you must be a man who can speak well!”

”I can start making choices.”

Feng Xinglang at this moment was extremely peaceful.

He Tun seemed to ease his fierce character from some kind of solitude.

He tilted his head slightly, and Xing Ba presented a tray.

There was a gun in the tray. M500 revolver, known as the world's most powerful pistol.

There are only three bullets.

Perhaps it has been a long time that I haven't touched the pistol myself. Hetun seemed to be a bit slow while loading.

In fact, the slow movement is not the movement on the hand, but an inexplicable one who does not know where to start.

He has been crawling and fighting in the rain of guns for so many years. Even if he closed his eyes, he could disassemble the gun back and forth accurately for more than ten times.

But this time, his movements were much slower.

Or maybe in his opinion: the child born to the woman and her husband should be personally settled.

So that the woman in **** can see clearly: She is popping water and betraying him!

Don't think that he can die a hundred times, he will multiply the sins she committed on her son!

”There are three bullets in this gun! I will hit these two bullets with uncertainty! As for who will be shot, it depends on my mood!”

With a click, Hetun loaded the revolver in his hand.

Feng Xinglang's handsome face was instantly angry and growled:

”Hetun, don't you **** say: Will the person I choose give a living?”

Feng Xinglang shouted, slamming his fist and hitting He Tun, who was sitting flat on the sofa.

But before he could get close to Hetun, Xing Ba had already drifted over like lightning, hit a punch on Feng Xinglang's chin, and flesh and blood splashed out at once.

It's not how powerful Xing Ba's fist is, but Xing Ba has a finger on his finger. A piece of flesh was removed from Feng Xinglang's chin.

Feng Xinglang did not fear Xing Ba's fingers, nor did he care about a piece of flesh that had been shaved off his chin. Instead, Xing Ba came up with a left-handed unprepared.

Xing Ba, who was punched by Feng Xinglang, seemed to be stunned.

The fierce Feng Xinglang almost transformed into a runaway and deadly beast.

It's as if his flesh from his chin is not his!

At this moment, Feng Lixin seemed to see the younger brother Feng Xinglang who slammed the evil dog for several kilometers while holding a stone!

Xing Ba pulled out his gun; Feng Xinglang didn't care.

He used his own Hun chamber to meet Xing Ba's muzzle, and facing Xing Ba's right arm was a heavy punch.

Feng Xinglang knew very well: Hetun wouldn't really kill his life before he did his multiple choice question!

Therefore, he expected that Xing Ba would not dare to shoot at his key points!

Until the muzzle in Hetun's hand was aimed at Feng Lixin on the wheelchair, the mania, Feng Xinglang, stopped fiercely attacking Xing Ba.