Chapter 2485: Reality face!

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.

Then the lights in the shed went out; two or three people with flashlights came in. After sweeping over each bed, they went out again. It should be a ward round before the workers go to bed.

Cong Gang, who was held by Feng Xinglang, was neither moving nor moving.

"Worm, why haven't Wusong come yet? Didn't your mother leave a clue for them?"

Feng Xinglang was obviously impatient. Staying in this ghost place for an extra second is a torment.

"Come on, let's rest first."

Cong Gang comforted the anxious Feng Xinglang, "I'm here. I'll die first."

"Why not say goodbye? You are my slave. Does Lao Tzu agree with you? Who gave you courage?"

By the light outside the window, Cong Gang quietly looked at Feng Xinglang's close face. Can't get closer ... Because Cong Gang's face felt the droplets in Feng Xinglang's mouth.

"It was indeed my fault ... Think about what to do with me! Use your most defiant way!"

Cong just muttered. Almost just a mouth shape. Only Fengxinglang closest to him could hear it.

"Don't worry, this time won't let you down."

Feng Xinglang muttered a few more words, and then fell asleep on Cong Gang's chest. The soothing microneedles customized from Fein are so easy to use-mild and non-toxic.

Cong Gang was so silent in the dim, wet, and stale shack. Incomparable peace. Because in his arms, An An sleeps his world.

However, such a harsh environment is obviously not suitable for Feng Xinglang to rest and recover. But to leave here, you need to do some preliminary work.

After about an hour, a shadow floated in quietly. The only thing I noticed was Cong Gang.

‘Hoo ...’ Three rhythmic beeps, which sound like ordinary people's breathing sounds, but fall in the shadow's ears, but that's a signal.

"Master, are you there too? My righteous father ..." You Ying flew towards the vocal bed immediately.

It's Fifteen.

"Shh." Cong just stopped immediately, then gently opened the thin blanket on his chest, revealing Feng Xinglang who was snoring slightly.

It was just a look, and Fifteen knew immediately. Three minutes later, everyone else in the shed was in deep sleep.

"Master, how bad is my elder father?"

"Not light."

Cong Gang put the blanket back on Feng Xinglang's body. "Your righteous father is a good-looking person. He should not want others to see him look so embarrassed."

"I understand." Feng Fifteen nodded.

"Go with Wu Song first and dispose of those soldiers. Then find a car and park it at the door. Prepare a clean quilt to take over. You stay and let everyone else withdraw from the embassy."

"Good master."

An hour later, when Wu Song finished dealing with the soldiers who came to meet with Fifteen, he saw that the boss came out of a simple shed with a quilt and walked straight to the off-road vehicle.

it's a pity! Hurrying to hurry, I still can't see how Feng Xinglang became a laborer! !!