Chapter 725: How do you think I die? I think! (1/2)
”Oh ah?”
The muscular man dubbed ‘Tough Tiger’ by Yan Bang was the first to be dumb, and then surprised.
Give Feng Erye a knife to meet Boss Yanbang? Did you hear your ear wrong? Or is his boss indifferent?
It seems, it seems that as long as his boss is with Feng Erye, he is often indifferent! Being scolded, beaten, and bleeding with broken arms, it just became a regular occurrence!
”Go out! I have something to tell your boss!”
After some violence, Feng Xinglang was panting. But after venting, he seemed to calm down a lot.
The sparring sportsmen are still stagnant, they look at each other and feel that it is neither to leave nor to leave.
”Your second grandfather has spoken, don't get out of here!”
With a stern slam in Yan Bang, the group of companions only became birds and beasts.
In the entire gym, only Yan Bang and Feng Xinglang remained.
”What's wrong, so angry?”
Yan Bang wiped the blood on his face with a towel while gazing at Feng Xinglang who was slowly regaining his senses.
Feng Xing Lang Fei's thin lip corner wriggled slightly, suppressing the anger that followed, and threw those printed photos in the inner bag onto the upper half of Yan Bangjing's red body.
Yan Bang picked up the photos one by one. When he saw the content of the photo, there was little depth and complexity flowing in his eyes.
It took him a long time to lift his gaze from the photo, staring deeply at the angry Feng Xinglang and sliding his throat.
”How do you think I die ... I admit it!”
”Recognize you **** X! If you want to die, you can die a bit farther yourself, why do you want to put Lao Tzu on the back?”
Anger swept again, and Feng Xinglang jumped and kicked, kicking the unsuspecting Yan Bang directly on the floor in the gym.
Yan Bang was silent. Let Feng Xinglang beat himself fiercely.
It was another fierce beating, and Feng Xinglang, who was exhausted, called for a breath and stopped.
”Did you take these pictures and spread them to the Internet?” Feng Xinglang asked coldly.
”Even if I want to die, I won't treat you badly!”
Yan Bang looked directly into Feng Xinglang's eyes. There was an indescribable desolation on his blood-stained face.
”Fuck it! You **** know it's dead! You've been counted! You know? It's stupid like a pig!”
In fact, Feng Xinglang understands that the person who is actually accounted for is Feng Xinglang.
Because Yan Bang would never taboo about same-sex love. Not to mention being taken a few photos, even if it was caught by the media as a live reality show, he would remain indifferent.
Therefore, it is not Yan Bang that this person wants to calculate, but he is Xinglang Lang!
He Fengxinglang was obviously more face-skinned than Yan Bang!
Before investigating the real murder, Feng Xinglang ignored a bit: Someone wanted to kill with a knife!
What he lost was his face of Feng Xinglang, but Yan Bang was the real target for killing with a knife!
Feng Xinglang went into Yanbang's super large and luxurious bedroom again. It is a bit extravagant to use more than two hundred square inches of gold as the bedroom.
From the perspective of the photo shooting, it should be the position of the windowsill side by side. It should be placed here in advance. Judging from the sharpness of the photo, it can be called high-tech electronic equipment.
”Go and show me all the surveillance videos of people who came in and out of your room that day.”
Feng Xinglang stared back at Yan Bang with a stern look, ”Longer mind! Don't be so **** furious! Your shame is shameless, Lao Tzu wants skin!”