Chapter 2485: Reality face! (1/2)

Feng Xinglang was alive, and Cong Gang was alive.

Cong Gang just watched so quietly and listened in silence to every word and action of Feng Xinglang, which was so warm! until……

The muscular man should be able to understand English. His position as the boss in this shack was provoked, and of course he could not accept it; in order to ensure the stability of his position, he must teach the provocative newcomers fiercely.

So he threw a punch at Cong Gang! Cong Gang first pushed Feng Xinglang away one meter away, and then drew the apple into his pocket with one hand, which already caught the wrist of the muscular man's fist; at the same time, he had an empty left elbow swinging on the muscle On the bridge of the man's nose, his right hand is tight

Then he got stuck in his throat and heard only a crisp 'click'.

The muscular man's figure fell on the iron shelf bed nearest the shack. Very obedient and quiet.

There was no silence in the simple shed, and there was never a silence. It seemed to be able to hear the breathing of everyone.

”He's asleep ... it's getting late, let's go back to our beds and rest!”

Cong just fainted. He speaks English and most people understand it.

After hearing Cong Gang's polite reminder, everyone didn't even say a word, and immediately became a bird and a beast! Climb each bed and sleep every night! Obedient and well-behaved!

They are all accustomed to labor and are sure to save their lives. Every shack has a labor leader, who is the same to them. Besides, this new boss looks very powerful.

Feng Xinglang stood in silence for a while, and in order to show his cohesion, he immediately climbed onto his bed. Then he turned his head to Cong Gang and motioned for him to stop.

In case the guarded mercenaries are attracted, the people in this room will be beaten. So this is why this group of people is so obedient. After only two days here, Feng Xinglang had cleared the rules here.

Cong Gang walked towards Feng Xinglang's bed, ”You take a break. I'll keep it.”

Feng Xinglang glanced left and right, and then dragged Cong Gang to sit on the edge of the bed.

”That guy, shouldn't ... die?”

Cong Gang glanced at the muscular man on the first bed and said softly, ”Almost.”

What does that mean? Is it almost dead? Still almost alive?

”Why can't you be **** troublesome? In case of guards ... we will all be horse-horses!” Feng Xinglang whispered.

”With me, no!”

Cong Gang comforted Feng Xinglang, who was extremely alert and insecure.

”I'm not happy when I hear your boast! I'm hurt by the face of your Cong Gang reality!”

‘Slap’, a slap in the face of Cong Gang's face, in the quiet simple shed, particularly crispy.

From the perspective of Feng Xinglang, he should be used to playing Cong. Seeing Cong's bragging, he got angry.

I felt that the atmosphere was a bit wrong, and Feng Xinglang didn't continue to argue with Cong Gang anymore; he lay on the bed with anger in his heart and waited for Wu Song to arrive.

Cong Gang said nothing more, and covered the dirty quilt for Feng Xinglang. Then sit quietly by the bed and watch him.

So quiet for ten minutes, Feng Xinglang was a little impatient; from time to time, he looked at the door and listened to the possible unusual movements. But everything outside the simple shed is so organized.

When Feng Xinglang heard a footstep, he immediately pressed Cong sitting on the edge of the bed to the bed. This sudden action made Cong Gang almost down.