Chapter 2484: It ’s worth it ... and it ’s beautiful! (2/2)
Cong Gang took out a miniature first-aid kit from his body. ”I'll deal with the wound for you first. It will be a little more comfortable.”
”You think I'm comfortable, don't you? Seeing my faintness, isn't your mother happy?”
At this moment, Cong Gang was wrong even breathing. Feng Xinglang blamed Cong Gang on his inhuman experience.
”Not at all! It definitely hurts more than you!”
Cong Gang sprayed a layer of potion on Feng Xinglang's wound. ”You don't forgive me, that's right!”
”You don't need to provoke me! I will never forgive you anyway! I have to slowly cut the meat with a knife and scrape off the meat from your body ... making you worse off!”
When it comes to fighting, Feng Xinglang almost never loses.
”That's necessary! Don't make me feel better!”
On the one hand, Cong Gang had temporarily adhered Feng Xinglang's slightly cracked scalp with a sterile patch.
”Relax, dead bugs, I won't let you down!” Feng Xinglang gritted his teeth.
”I'm really looking forward to it.”
Cong Gang pressed his palm against Feng Xinglang's ribs, ”inhale sharply, and then spit it out!”
Although angry and dissatisfied with Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang did so obediently.
”Eh ... it hurts! You fucking, it hurts!” Feng Xinglang cursed again.
”No problem, it should be a little cracked.” Cong Gang flattened Feng Xinglang's back.
One after another, labor began to come in this simple shed with only more than 20 square meters. They all glanced at the newcomer Cong Gang without exception.
Cong just ignored their existence and went on to examine Xinglang's other injuries.
”Cong Gang, have you had dinner?”
When there are too many people, it is not clear whether they can understand Chinese and it is not suitable for talking about escape. Feng Xinglang asked such a sentence.
”I'm in a bad mood, I don't eat much!”
In fact, Cong Gang has not eaten for more than 30 hours. Only on the way to find Feng Xinglang, I gave myself a shot of nutrient solution to maintain the function of the body.
What came to mind, Feng Xinglang stood up and walked towards his locker, then took out a fair-selling apple from it.
”I'm in this kind of place, and I can still think of your dog thing! But you dog thing just walk away !!!”
Feng Xinglang's mouth was full of hissing and resentment, ”You wait! After I return to Shencheng, I beat your legs constantly, and I will follow your last name!”
This is the fruit delivered at lunch. The reason why Feng Xinglang left this apple was to give himself hope.
When holding the apple, Cong Gang's lips twitched slightly: If Feng Xinglang really wanted to break his leg ... he didn't need Feng Xinglang to do it himself, he would break his leg for him!
”Okay, don't be picky! In places where birds don't shit, it's good to have a fruit to eat!”
I thought Cong Gang had been looking at the apple in his hand because he disliked its color and fruit shape and couldn't talk about it.
Only when Feng Xinglang hoped that Cong Gang would come to save himself earlier, the fruit of hope left behind by him at the moment touched every cell of Cong Gang!
In the end came two relatively tall and robust laborers: they should have just taken a shower and had their tops bare.
When they looked at Feng Xinglang, Cong Gang could obviously feel that Feng Xinglang took a step back.
The entire shed became silent because the last two laborers came in.
It seems that these two guys are putting pressure on other workers in this shed.
Perhaps it was because Cong was just here, and Feng Xinglang didn't get up like other workers immediately, handing towels and towels, and drinking glasses and water glasses.
In fact, everyone is a victim of slavery, so why choose a weaker bully? !!
Some kind of you go out to kill those mercenaries with guns? !!
In front of the weaker victims, you pretend to be a P!
Feng Xinglang really looks down on these bullying guys!
”He ... new?”
The head of the labor leader pointed Cong Gang with his hand and asked the short laborer who wiped him aside.
The short laborer immediately said to Cong Gang in lame English, ”Take our hands to honor our boss!”
Feng Xinglang didn't say a word. He looked at the laborer and looked at Cong Gang. He was worried that making too much noise would attract the group of mercenaries.
”Want ... let him pick it up!”
Cong Gang first pulled Feng Xinglang back one meter, and then smiled coldly at the labor leader.
”Bugs, don't make a mess! Your life is enough, I haven't lived enough!”
Feng Xinglang didn't want to have extra branches. He had to save his life and wait for them to arrive.
”I'm here ... no one can hurt you!” Cong Gang comforted softly.
”I'm going! Dog stuff, you **** can kill you if you don't brag in a day ?! Do you have the patience to go outside with a mercenary with a gun! What a joke here?”
Seriously, when I heard Feng Xinglang insulting himself at this moment, it was extremely comfortable and pleasant. It ’s worth it ... and beautiful!