Chapter 857: That **** ...

Feng Molang's father and father can only think of Feng Yishan!

It's just that Feng Yishan has passed away for many years, and it has all turned into ashes.

With a slam, Feng Xinglang smashed the card in his hand on the table, and then Xuan Han stood cold and left without turning back.

"Feng Xinglang," Yan Bang rarely said so directly, "You just leave like this, aren't you afraid I'll take someone to‘ see off ’your dad?”

In Yan Bang's view, Feng Xinglang was so patient with him to play bridge, he just wanted to supervise his Yan Bang!

So that his dad Hetun can leave Shencheng smoothly?

"Yan Bang, your life is yours! No matter how other people maintain it, but you regard your life as a mustard, then your life can only be a mustard!"

In other words, in plain words: you love to send death to your own convenience, and this uncle does not want to bird you anymore!

Watching the tall and healthy back leaves the living room, Yan Bang's scarred facial muscles beating.

What happened?

Bai Mo was shocked by Yan Bang's riddle-like dialogue with Feng Xinglang.

This friendship boat is overturned?

"Bange, you're angry ..."

Bai Mo looked at Yan Bang's scar full of anger, and he couldn't help but twitch it in his heart.

This is really a companion like a tiger!

Can you play like this with a bridge? If you are not careful, you're on fire!

"Get off ... Get off! Get off all to Lao Tzu!"

Yan Bang's anger piled up instantly, and he yelled at Bai Mo and a few waiters with a blue hiss.

Then there was a crackling noise from the living room.

Undoubtedly, Yan Bang's runaway lion was crazy again.

Why use ‘again’?

Ever since Yan Bang returned to Yulong City, he has not stopped. He angered others with humiliation, and scolded his opponent.

His tyrant behavior has reached the point where it can hardly be written!

If this continues, the entire Royal Dragon City will never be lost!

It will only be a matter of time before it is banned by the yamen.

Outside the living room door, three muscular men standing like door panels stood.

"Second Lord." Seeing Feng Xinglang stepping out of the living room, they seemed still angry, and they looked at each other a little.

"Um." Feng Xinglang just snorted, and walked towards the elevator in the corridor with a cold face.

Just took two steps, but turned back.

"Is there a fire?"

Feng Xinglang leaned against the wall and smoked cigarettes along with the yelling and screaming in the living room.

The knuckles between his fingers are clear, hiding the sense of strength of a man.

The ashtray was a gentleman; it was in stark contrast to the loud thunder in the living room.

The three poker faces didn't go in, neither did they go in. They all seemed to be waiting for Feng Xinglang's instructions.

Feng Xinglang is an expression without any extra expression!

吭 啷 吭 啷, Bai Mo almost crawled out of the living room.

This world is really stingy, playing a bridge can be dangerous to life!

"Lang brother, haven't you left?"

Seeing Feng Xinglang, who was leaning against the wall and smoking a cigarette, Bai Mo's beautiful face instantly suffered.

"Lang brother, my second grandfather ... Bang brother makes trouble in the room, don't you hear it?"

In fact, Bai Mo would like to say: You Feng Xinglang left the card as soon as he hit the cards, but he threw me to Yan Bang during the violence.

"Are there guns?"

"Have."

Feng Xinglang extinguished the smoke between his fingers on the wall, took the gun from the bodyguard near him, and walked towards the living room.

Bai Mo saw that Feng Xinglang was going in with a gun, and the whole person was ill.

"Lang Ge, Lang Ge, you are angry! The entire Royal Dragon City is owned by Bang Ge, he loves not to smash!"

Bai Mo thought that Feng Xinglang took a gun to deal with Yan Bang. Thinking that even if Yan Bang made a small fire or something, he would not use a gun! Then the problem is serious!

"Then you go in and extinguish him?"

Feng Xinglang pushed the gun in his hand to Bai Mo.

Bai Mo immediately released his hand to stop Feng Xinglang. "Then, you old man, take your time! Between brothers, peace is precious!"

Feng Xinglang patted Bai Mo's shoulder comfortably, and then turned into Yan Bang's living room.

In the living room, Yan Bang drank and drank.

The muscles of the face were twisted and looked really grim.

‘Pah’, Feng Xinglang shot the gun in his hand on the table in front of Yan Bang.

At the sight of the gun, Yan Bang suddenly laughed like a mad man, stabbing, and he ripped apart his clothes in front of the Hungarian chamber, showing his exaggerated blocky body-like muscle.

"Come here, shoot at Lao Tzu! Aim, don't shake your hands!"

Seriously, Yan Bang's appearance of being mean and deadly, Feng Xinglang really wished to step forward and slap him a few slaps to wake him up.

"Lao Tzu especially hopes to die in your hands! Really! Dream!"

Yan Bang stared at Feng Xinglang, moving his Hungarian chamber closer and closer.

That **** ...

Feng Xinglang took a deep breath and then took a deep breath. I was really worried that if he lost control, he would complete the dog thing Yan Bang!

"Yan Bang, let's hurry up!"

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.