Chapter 812: I only think of you as a dog! (2/2)

Cong Gang's eyebrows stretched a bit.

Glancing at the scar on Cong Gang's arm, Feng Xinglang's brow frowned. ”Then you die now! Don't waste food in the world! Just leave Wei Kang for me!”

When mentioning the topic of ”death”, Feng Xinglang suddenly became angry.

Whether it is the arrogant Yan Bang or the weird Cong Gang, he is a good brother who was born and died.

Now one disappeared without a message; one who spoke softly about life and death really made Feng Xinglang very uncomfortable.

”I can't die now! Wait a few days ... it's dead or alive, I will listen to respect!”

Cong Gang's expression was faint.

This light expression of life and death will inevitably make Feng Xinglang think of Yan Bang.

Yan Bang always said: He was ready for the day of violent death on the street.

”Go-you-mum-!”

Feng Xinglang gave a low hissing curse and turned away.

Cong Gang didn't watch Feng Xinglang leave, but looked at the cup of Feng Xinglang who had just drank tea quietly.

People take tea to cool?

It wasn't until the roar of that arrogant engine drifted away that Wei Kang came up to the living room from the basement.

”Boss, you all told Feng Xinglang that it was so obvious ... Will he beware of us? If he really guarded us, how could he catch him back as a chip?”

Cong Gang did not want to answer this question, so he remained silent for a long time.

For a long time, Cong asked softly just now, ”How is the third-born Royal Dragon City taking over?”

”Well ... there should be six to seventy percent supporters! The youngest is well-known in Yulong City, much better than the brutal Yanbang!”

”Let the third child quit!”

”Quit? Now? This is the best time for us to take over Yulong City!”

Cong Gang turned his head and gave Wei Kang a slight glance, ”Will I call you Boss?”

Wei Kang's face suddenly changed, ”I'll go and notify the third child immediately!”

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When Feng Xinglang rushed to Yulong City, the crowdless Yulong City was full of joy.

With the withdrawal of ”Zhong San”, all kinds of crooked and split dates are trying to become the boss of Yulong City.

The hustle and bustle of fighting returned to calm when Feng Xinglang appeared.

”Your boss is not dead yet! Do you all want to rebel?”

Feng Xinglang whispered his voice, and dragged some of the coaxers headed in anger, which was a good blow to cover his face.

Tired of fist, I changed a chair and hit it.

Until Feng Xinglang tired leaned on the side of the wall.

No one dares to fight back!

One is because of the relationship between Feng Xinglang and Yan Bang, and the other is because of Feng Xinglang's status in Shencheng.

With blood on his body, Feng Xinglang stumbled into the living room of Yan Bang.

The living room burned by the fire has already been renovated: the original layout and furnishings; even the oversized sofa 超 is also made in the original style.

Feng Xinglang stood there and stared for a while, then fell straight.

Lying motionless on the sofa, he looked quietly at the crystal lamp on the ceiling.

Subconsciously, he felt that Yan Bang should be less ferocious!