Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me Chapter 835

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Chapter 835 - Filthy Thinking
Xing Er faintly exhaled: This child, after so many years, is still unwilling to let go of his hatred!
Perhaps, his entire life, he had lived for hatred, but had also been destroyed by hatred!
Songtai, or in other words, Cong Gang, in Xing Er's opinion, was very talented. At least he was wiser than his father.
It was just that Cong Gang's life had burrowed into the tip of the bull's horn of hatred;
But Xing Er found out: All these years, at least five years ago, Songtai had been serving Feng Xinglang.
Xing Er more or less knew about the relationship between Songtai and himself.
At least five years ago, Songtai did not know about the relationship between Feng Xinglang and the Hetun.
And now, the reason why he used Feng Xinglang and Linnuo to threaten the Hetun was probably because he had the intention to do so at the last moment.
This time, he still had a good chance of winning. The two bargaining chips, one big and one small, was enough to make the Hetun surrender.
Moreover, the Hetun had a father's heart that he wanted to express to Feng Xinglang!
The short cobblestone path was covered in dead wood. Covered together, and perhaps some of the mysteries that could not be exposed to the light.
A stone rolled along the cobblestone path, close to the ground, and stopped at the foot of the steps of the villa. Feeling that this test wasn't complete, Xing Er's bodyguard took off the clothes he was wearing and threw it over.
After catching the moving heat source, dozens of shiny steel needles shot out from the two sides of the door frame, hitting the moving heat source.
The climbing rope was shot up onto the roof of the villa, and two night walkers rode on a lift against a wall full of climbing tigers.
Ten minutes later, a few explosions could be heard from within the villa. Following that, the villa's door was opened from the inside.
The whole room reeked of some kind of herbal medicine. It didn't seem very strong.
After Xing Ba gave a light sniff and confirmed that the aura was not some sort of fatal poison, he beckoned for Xing Er to enter.
The living room of the mansion still seemed to be filled with the scent of someone who had just left.
It was probably because they had rushed to the entrance of Mount Pan Road that the people inside had evacuated from the villa. The people inside should be well aware of what happened outside.
"Second brother, Cong Gang should have left not long ago. Are we going to chase after him?"
"No need! With Songtai's ability, you won't be able to catch up to him! "
Xing Er lightly touched the flowers with his black leather sleeve, "Eighth brother, go and have a look at what is hidden in the basement with Blackie! Be careful, don't hurt yourself! "
Because Xing Er knew that the living being that was hiding in the basement was probably not Feng Xinglang, he did not bother to check for himself.
He knew that Songtai had intentionally left that person alive for him. Otherwise, it would be extremely easy for Songtai to kill that guy.
Looking at the potted plants that were practically placed on top of the living room, Xing Er frowned slightly.
The plants were verdant and lush, and it must have taken a lot of effort and thought for them to grow.
It seemed that Songtai wanted to use this kind of mental and mental cultivation method to hide the strong hatred in the depths of his heart.
Xing Er never thought that Songtai was still alive. He thought that Songtai had died a long time ago, in the battle to the death.
He had left Songtai alone, and was only in his early twenties. How could he be a match to the cunning Hetun? Furthermore, Hetun had so many followers by his side.
Things in this world were truly dramatic.
Perhaps, even Cong Gang did not expect that the person who saved his life in Chinatown was actually the biological son of the Hetun!
Repaying grievances with each other, it seemed as though everything had returned to its starting point.
Cong Gang used his savior as a bargaining chip to threaten the Hetun.
Three minutes later, Xing Ba hurriedly walked out of the basement.
"Second brother, the person locked in the basement is Yan Bang!"
"Yan Bang?"
Xing Er frowned slightly. "The person who has a bad impression of Xing Lang?"
"Yes!" He thought that Yun Che had escaped from the Shen City, but who would have thought that he would end up in Cong Gang's hands. It's really sad! "
Xing Ba could not help but feel pity for Yan Bang. Even though he could not understand Yan Bang's unrelenting determination to do things for Feng Xinglang!
Xing Er thought for a few seconds, then said indifferently: "Bring me there!"
In the dark basement, a heavyset man was tied to a load bearing pole.
He should have been washed by the water, and the clothes on his body stuck closely to his muscular body.
Xing Er's gaze swept across the top of Yan Bang's head, stopping at his waist for a second, before turning to look at Yan Bang's feet.
Yan Bang was injured. However, these were only superficial wounds to his skin and flesh. He probably wanted to break free from the shackles of the iron chains and injure himself.
It had to be said that Cong Gang was a person with a slight obsession with cleanliness.
Even though it was just a basement, even though it was just a prisoner, everything had been dealt with cleanly.
Yan Bang should have relied on the nutrient solution to sustain his life, so he didn't smell anything unusual.
It was most likely because Yan Bang sensed that someone had entered the underground room, so he shook the iron chains on his body viciously. The nourishing liquid could only sustain his life, but it could not provide him with any strength. Therefore, Yan Bang still looked exhausted.
The eyepatch and sealing tape were removed, and only after getting used to it for a few seconds, Yan Bang could clearly see the person in front of him.
It's someone from the Hetun!
"Yan Bang, you sure are tragic. It wasn't easy to escape from our hands, but it ended up in Cong Gang's hands? "
Xing Er faintly sighed. It didn't sound like sarcasm, but it was actually more ear-piercing than sarcasm.
"What do you want?"
Yan Bang's tone was hoarse to the point that only her mouth was left.
"For Feng Xinglang, you ended up like a stray dog … It's quite pitiful! "
Xing Er's gaze swept across Yan Bang's waist. It was as if she started to sympathize with Yan Bang.
"I would love to! "I don't need your sympathy!"
Yan Bang hissed. He clearly knew that if he fell into Xing Er's hands, there would be no good ending for him.
However, to him, a good death was much better than living! The general good was being kept in this dark basement.
"Yan Bang, you shouldn't have done this, you have harbored dirty thoughts towards Feng Xinglang!"
Xing Er's words slowly became sharp. That was the ruthlessness before the storm.
"Dad's business, I don't need you, a son of a bitch to meddle in it! "Go cool off by the side!" Yan Bang scolded.
"Perhaps you still don't know: Feng Xinglang is actually the biological son of my foster father Hetun! My foster father wouldn't allow his child to be remembered by a man with a dirty heart! This is why you have to die! "
Xing Er's words caused Yan Bang to be stunned.
It was not that he, Yan Bang, had to die, but it was because of the relationship between Feng Xinglang and the Hetun!
If Xing Er didn't tell him, he wouldn't even think about it until his death: Hetun would be Feng Xinglang's biological father!