Chapter 857: That **** ... (2/2)
Feng Xinglang quickly picked up the gun from the desktop, instead of lifting to Yan Bang, he arrived on his temple.
”What are you doing?”
Although Yan Bang knew clearly that Feng Xinglang, who had a wife and a child, would not commit that kind of stupid act of suicide, he still asked nervously.
”Multiple choices, one of two: Do you want my brother; or do you want revenge?”
Bad breath and bad habits are sometimes contagious.
Hetun's bad behavior of making multiple choice questions was not only transmitted to Cong Gang, but also to his own son, Feng Xinglang.
Yan Bang's lips squirmed stiffly a few times, and the bloodshot eyes were unclear and profound.
”Brothers want it too, hate it too!”
He hissed word by word.
With a slam, Feng Xinglang smashed Yan Yan's forehead with his butt.
”You're **** an idiot! Do you know multiple choice questions? You can only choose one!”
Feng Xinglang raised his interest again and solemnly repeated, ”Do you want my brother, or revenge?”
Yan Bang stared deeply into Feng Xinglang's harsh eyes, slowly accumulating a weird smile on his scar face.
”I want you!”
After speaking, Yan Bang, like a black bear, rushed towards Feng Xinglang ...
*******
Outside the living room door, Bai Mo watched the changes with the three muscular men.
There was a sound of fighting inside, and it was getting worse.
what happened?
Feng Xinglang went in. For Yan Bang, shouldn't it be a cure? Why are you still fighting?
”Master, shall we go in and see?”
”No hurry ... wait a minute! Let them fight for a while!”
Bai Mo brought selfish caution: Feng Xinglang fought against Yan Bang, and Feng Xinglang could still fight back; if he went in by himself, he could only be beaten!
If even Feng Xinglang can't hold Yanbang, no one can hold it! Including him.
A ”bang” shot stunned Bai Mo.
Really shot? This is going to be a mess!
Bai Mo didn't dare to wait any longer, and made three muscular men enter the door.
Yan Bang and Feng Xinglang showed a close fight.
No gun was found in Yan Bang's hands.
That gun should be in Feng Xinglang's hand ... Is it Feng Xinglang that fired?
Yan Bang felt his own body and found no pain, but his white shirt was stained with blood.
”Lang ... Lang ... where did you hurt?”
Obviously, the blood on Yan Bang's shirt was Feng Xinglang.
As Yan Bang slowly turned over, Feng Xinglang's gun appeared little by little.
”Lango ...”
Bai Mo was shocked to find that Feng Xinglang's left arm smoke-stained shirt sleeves had been stained red with blood.
”What the **** is he doing? Call the doctor!”
Yan Bang made a hysterical growl.
*******
Feng Xinglang was sent home by Bai Mo.
Xue Luo was teaching Er Lin Nuo to understand simple Chinese characters in the living room.
Don't ask him to write, just ask these Chinese characters to get familiar with small things.
”Sister-in-law, I'll send Lang back for you.” Bai Mo said owingly.
Originally, Feng Xinglang didn't want Bai Mo to send him back. However, between the bodyguards of Yan Bang and Bai Mo, Feng Xinglang had to choose Bai Mo for the difficulty.
”Xinglang, what's wrong with your arm?”
When Bai Mo lifted Feng Xinglang to the sofa and sat down, Xue Luo was surprised to find that her husband was bandaged.
”Well, I met a few gangsters on the road who were bullying a little girl. Lange saw the unevenness and pulled out a knife to help ... accidentally cut his arm by the gangster.”
Bai Mo's story is fairly smooth.
”Not badly hurt?”
Xue Luo came up distressed and wanted to hold the man's arm, but he was worried that it hurt the man a second time.
”Not serious! It's just trauma!”
Feng Xinglang smiled slightly, and did not hide that Bai Mo was still there, and kissed his wolf on the cheek of his wife's heart.
”Feng Xinglang, hello low, you can't beat even a few idiots!”
Although the little thing also distressed his own dad, it is estimated that he saw more **** scenes, and the skin trauma on this arm was too accustomed.
”Does anyone have a knife? Your dear and I are bare-handed.”
Feng Xinglang perfected the story made by Bai Mo.
”If you lose, you lose, and your face is lost anyway, don't be embarrassed! My son will not laugh at you!”
The little guy snuggled up and patted his arm under Feng Xinglang's bandage.
Feng Xinglang grimaced for a while, but in front of his son, he smiled with ‘I do n’t hurt’ and ‘I ’m okay’.
”Is it because the little girl looks so beautiful, that's why she is so desperate?”
Xue Luo distressed the man very much.