Chapter 1008: You can rob me

Feng Xinglang did not respond to Yan Bang, but was silent.

A silent way for others to guess!

Yan Bang raised an eyebrow and said, "If you use that thing to commit suicide ... it really doesn't!"

Wei Dun, Yan Bang added, "There will be no more! Although Lao Tzu wants to kill you more than once, I still can't bear to see you die!"

"I took that thing to kill Cong Gang!"

It was a long time before Feng Xinglang overflowed the words from his beautiful thin lips.

When it comes to killing Cong Gang, Yan Bang's thick eyebrows immediately lifted his eyes, "You will kill Cong Gang? Do you think I believe it?"

Feng Xinglang glanced at Yan Bang lazily, "Believe it or not!"

In his keen thinking, Feng Xinglang's wisdom is far above Yan Bang.

In other words, Feng Xinglang wanted to meet Yan Bang. And Yan Bang was so happy to be fooled by Feng Xinglang.

Yan Bang is unbelieving. But couldn't help but believe it!

If Cong Gang had to die, it would be best if the person who killed him was Feng Xinglang! Because this can completely offset Yan Bang's resentment towards Cong Gang!

"Do you really want to kill Cong Gang?"

Yan Bang wondered, "He won't have to jump in one shot. Is it necessary to waste such a good thing!"

Yan Bang remembers: Cong Gang was handcuffed and locked in Fengyang's sunshine room. Not to mention using a gun, you can easily kill him by directly hitting the knife!

Due to prolonged hunger, Feng Xinglang's stomach wall groaned and made his stomach feel sore.

It's even more lazy to go to Yanbang!

He lay on his side on the sofa and pressed his palm against his stomach to reduce the pain.

"If you can't get started, my people can do it for you!"

Pause, Yan Bang's eyes sank, "What about that Ba Song? Did you bring that dog today?"

If Ba Song dare to come to his Yan state today, he must let him stand in and go out.

Feng Xinglang's face was a little pale, and a little cold sweat had overflowed from his forehead.

It seems that this reminds me of the goodness of women: before each meal, he will be entangled with soft and hard bubbles to force him to drink a bowl of Yangwei soup first. The same goes for breakfast and dinner.

My stomach hasn't been hurt for a long time, but these days the woman is away and I'm hurting myself again.

"Can you die first and urge you for a meal?"

Feng Xinglang gave a low whisper, heavy in the nose.

"Feng Xinglang, you **** is playing in front of my Yan Bang! I really want to kill you!"

Yan Bang scolded him, but he stood up and urged him to ask for food. The group of security guards and cooks under their hands was naturally insulted.

Ten minutes later, Feng Xinglang began to gobble up the rich food in front of him. New dishes are constantly coming in.

Yan Bang rested on the back of the sofa, staring quietly at Feng Xinglang in his appetite.

"How can you be so hungry? Or, let Lao Tzu support you! Make sure you can eat delicious and spicy every day!"

Feng Xinglang in the beautiful meal was too lazy to reward Yan Bang with his white eyes.

After half full, I raised my eyes and glanced towards the safe, "Go open the safe!"

"Why, let you have enough to eat and drink, and still want to lose money?"

Yan Bang sent the cigar between his fingers to his lips and took a sip, letting the strong smoke linger in the mouth for a few loops, and then spit it out aggressively.

"If you want to drive, you just drive! Why is it so much nonsense?"

With a short beep, Feng Xinglang threw the silver spoon in his hand into the dinner plate.

"No money is stolen, but you can be colored!"

Feng Xinglang, Yan Bang's deep irritability, enjoyed this way of communication.

"... I won't give you a third chance!"

Feng Xinglang hummed coldly.

"So horizontal?"

Yan Bang chopped the cigar in his ashtray, "You know how to bully me, an honest man!"

A minute later, there was a slamming sound in the living room.

"Feng Xinglang, if you hit Lao Tzu again, I will fight back!"

"Is that what? I'm fighting back? Come on! It depends on whether your bones are hard enough!"

Six or seven minutes later, under the intimidation and fierce beatings of Feng Xinglang, Yan Bang still aggrieved and opened the safe.

It is estimated that if you hit it, Feng Xinglang will chop his ten fingers and scan the fingerprints one by one.

The safe is not as large as expected, it is only about one cubic.

It wasn't gold or silver jewelry, but something cluttered.

Feng Xinglang took out a hot Givenchy lighter and held it in his hand. "Why do you keep this thing? You use such a high-tech safe to keep the tattered ones?"

"You gave it, can't you baby?"

Yan Bang took the Givenchy lighter from Feng Xinglang's hand and rubbed it with his fingers in his palm.

"..." Feng Xinglang froze for a moment. Because he couldn't remember that he had sent Yanbang this thing.

I just remember that this thing seemed familiar, and he should have one with Yan Bang and Bai Mo.

It seems to be customized, and they are engraved with the initials of the three names.

Feng Xinglang glanced at Yan Bang without speaking.

Then he turned the safe over again, but couldn't find what he wanted.

"What about that thing? Where did you stop?"

"Used up!"

"Used up? Aren't there two? A set of steamed buns in the south of the city used one, and there should be one left!"

"Afraid that the dog thing is coming back to life, so he used both sets!"

At that time, Feng Xinglang really wanted to make a serious punch in Yan Bang. Such a good thing is really a violent thing!

"How long will it take to get another set?" Feng Xinglang asked.

"Air transport from Japan ... at least three days!"

"Then I will take it three days later!"

Feng Xinglang slammed the safe door angrily.

"Do you really use it against Cong Gang?"

Yan Bang narrowed his eyes, "Killing Cong Gang is equivalent to killing a stray dog! Throwing his body on the road, it is estimated that there is not even a person who collects the body for him, is it possible to use such good things ? "

Yan Bang's analysis is quite sharp to a certain extent.

Wei Dun, waiting for Feng Xinglang to answer, Yan Bang narrowed his eyes and asked, "Don't you want to use it to deal with Lan Youyou? I heard she almost killed your woman!"

Feng Xinglang raised his eyes and stared at Yan Bang, without answering his question.

Feng Xinglang's silence made Yan Bang instinctively think that was a default.

"Feng Xinglang, using that thing for a woman who has no power to bind chickens ... is cruel! In case your brother cries and asks you for someone, don't you have to be a person inside and out again?"

Yan Bang intentionally said such a provocation.

Feng Xinglang squinted his eyes at Yan Bang, meaning Lengheng: "Lan Youyou is my favorite, do you think I will be willing?"