Chapter 1478: Mr. Feng, how about your fitness?

Feng Xinglang instinctively wanted to look sideways, and as soon as a shadow came, he attacked him with a thunderbolt!

The speed was so fast that Feng Xinglang had no time to respond; without even seeing the shadow's face, he was pressed by the attacking shadow on the opposite wall, and an arm was pressed against it. At the back, he couldn't move.

No matter how handsome his face is, it will be squeezed and twisted by the wall.

"Cong Gang, you **** let me go!"

Feng Xinglang was full of anger and low hissing, and the piece pressed to the twisted Jun face turned red as he struggled to break free.

Holding the shadow of Feng Xinglang in a moment, he immediately released his restraint on Feng Xinglang, and at the same time jumped himself to a safe distance of one meter away.

"Is this recognizable to you?" Cong Gang murmured slightly in doubt.

Because he can be sure: During the entire attack on Feng Xinglang, Feng Xinglang did not have the opportunity to see his face clearly.

Feng Xinglang moved his back-cut arm, hurting him to take a cold breath.

"Feng Xinglang, just your skill. If you really meet a killer, you are afraid that you will not even have the opportunity to kneel down for mercy!" Cong Gang snorted slightly.

Just a temptation, he succeeded in suppressing Feng Xinglang; if he really wanted to kill him, he was afraid that he was already a corpse at this moment!

Feng Xinglang suppressed the anger in his heart, and looked up and down to attack Cong Gang, who was attacking himself: he was in a good state, and even brought a little drama to others! I won't say anything ... I should have recovered at least ten out of ten.

"Rouen ... did you pretend to be a ghost?" Feng Xinglang asked.

To be honest, the days of living in fear are not good.

Perhaps he was not afraid of Fengxinglang himself, but he had to take care of his wife and children.

"You talk first, how did you recognize me?"

Cong Gang did not answer the question. There seemed to be a small excitement in speech.

Feng Xinglang admired Cong Gang's cold eye, "I can't recognize you within half a meter ... you really deserve me!"

Even if Feng Xinglang said so, Cong Gang was still puzzled: Did Feng Xinglang have a talent for smell?

Certainly not! How he recognizes himself, however, remains to be tested!

Or maybe he was just a blind cat running into a dead mouse and guessing it!

"Did you follow me to Rouen?" Feng Xinglang asked again.

"Do you think I'm so free?" Cong Gang shallowly responded.

"I think you're not only idle, but you're too busy! You also sent someone to take away Nuo to tease me? Is it fun?"

Feng Xinglang suddenly punched Cong Gang and smashed it in the past; I did not expect that Feng Xinglang would use this kind of unprepared method of the next three indiscriminate methods. Although Cong Gang's response was half a beat slow, he successfully avoided it.

After two reminder knocks, Nina pushed in. Just to see the big president pose a quite mighty pose.

In the president's office of the University of Hong Kong, there is only one person named President Feng. And it's the President Feng with the mighty Pose!

"Mr. Feng ... how about you ... fitness?"

Nina couldn't think of the purpose for which the big president made this mighty gesture in the office alone.

Narcissistic?

Even if the big president is really narcissistic, she is not easy to disassemble.

Feng Xinglang's subconscious ring looked around: the dog thing flashed so fast? Would n’t it have been a jump straight from this GK building!

"Well, fitness!" Feng Xinglang made a few supplementary moves, "What's the matter?"

"You have a departmental meeting of the planning department this morning."

"You go to host first. I'll be here in an hour!"

"Good general manager."

While Nina should be okay, she scanned the office. Just now, she vaguely seemed to hear that the chief executive was talking to someone. Is it because it is inconvenient for her to see it?

after an hour? With regard to the appetite of President Feng as a wolf-like tiger, presumably what should be done should be done!

After Nina went out, Feng Xinglang waited for more than a minute, but Cong Gang had not seen her before.

Shouldn't it really jump downstairs and kill the dog thing? Feng Xinglang instinctively went to the floor-to-ceiling window to check ...

"Looking for me?" A cold voice floated from behind Feng Xinglang.

Feng Xinglang tilted his head and gave Cong Gang a glance. The interested speaker asked, "Where is it?"

"you guess!"

Cong Gang looks pretty ... underwhelming. If it is indifferent, then there is a temptation to make people want to find out.

Feng Xing gave Cong Gang a clear look. "Intentionally wanted me to live that kind of uneasy days?"

"Remind you ... I don't appreciate it?" Cong Gang turned around. "Forget it, then you can ask for blessings!"

"Stop! Cong Gang, who the **** did you learn half of the stink?"

Feng Xinglang could see: Cong Gang had to wait a long time in his office, there must be something wrong. And it's not a big deal!

"Want to hear?"

Cong just paused. Maybe he didn't want to leave just like that.

"Listen to your ears."

Feng Xinglang sat down in the executive chair and put on a look of patience.

"Your dad killed 13 people in order to get revenge on Xing Er. I heard that the grandson holding the bottle has not let go!"

Feng Xinglang Jianmei frowned slightly, "Does this have anything to do with me?"

"It doesn't have much to do with you ... but whoever is Hetun's son, then whoever will be bad!"

"What do you mean?" Feng Xinglang asked tightly.

"Diego-Seresto, they are a well-known military junta in eastern Mexico. It was hard to make a longevity, but your dad gave it a shot! The family of 14 was almost destroyed!"

Feng Xinglang listened quietly. Seems to hear something.

"You said that Diego Seresto, a family of 14, was killed by the river ... 13 What about the rest?"

Cong Gang just showed a slight smile of appreciation, "The president of Feng Da is really witty, and knows that 14 minus 13 equals a living mouth!"

"You want to say, the one who survived the dead, wants to come to me to get revenge?" Feng Xinglang questioned tightly.

"Guess who's the only living mouth?"

Cong Gang converged with a seemingly faint smile on his fortitude.

"Isn't it ... Diego Seresto himself?" Feng Xinglang responded casually.

"That's right! It's Diego Seresto himself! It's just his stand-in! He played with your dad to get rid of the shell!"

Feng Xinglang's face froze suddenly. "Isn't he looking for revenge in Hetun?"

"I think so too!" Cong Gang whispered, "The key Diego Seresto doesn't think so!"

"Then what does he want to do?" Feng Xinglang asked lowly.

"I thought he would follow your dad, Hetun, to Shencheng to get revenge, and to get revenge ..."