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Chapter 353: Meeting your love rival, your eyes are red!
Hetun did not vent his anger on his men. Instead, he waved his hand and ordered Old Xing and his men to retreat.
Staring at the artificial leather armor that was stained with blood, Hetun felt as if he was trapped in a quagmire.
He once again thought about Feng Xinglang's face …
That face that made him want to strip off his entire body just by looking at it!
Feng Xinglang woke up from the pain.
This sleep was not comfortable.
Apart from the pain all over his body, there was also the dream of the violent collision that disturbed his entire body. It was as if he had been thrown into an oven.
The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Cong Gang's face that he wanted to beat up.
It was herbal medicine and still gave off steam. It would help to heal the wounds on his body faster.
The medicine that Cong Gang injected into his body was the western medicine, antibiotic.
With just a shallow look at the surroundings, Feng Xinglang was able to recognize that this was Cong Gang's Ghost Hut. He had even closed the curtains in broad daylight.
Feng Xinglang wanted to flip over and sit up, but the wounds on his body caused him to groan in pain.
Back then, in the business car, other than the excitement of wanting to kill the people on the anti-riot vehicle, Feng Xinglang did not feel any pain on his body. But at this moment, all the wounds were acting up towards him.
Cong Gang grabbed Feng Xinglang's waist and pulled his upper body down.
"It's not a serious injury, but it's not a light injury to you: a broken rib, slight internal bleeding; a broken glass shard that cuts your left ear and spreads to your shoulder blade on your left shoulder back; and a four-centimeter wound on your left leg that doesn't hurt the arteries."
This showed that Cong Gang had inspected Feng Xinglang quite carefully.
Feng Xinglang tried to sit up again, but it seemed as if his entire left side of his body had been drugged, and he couldn't even use a little bit of strength.
It was obviously the effect of the anesthetic. Feng Xinglang cursed deeply, but still laid back down in the end.
"Give me your phone, and I'll make a call." Feng Xinglang said with all his might.
After all, people who only had carbohydrates could not compete with chemical agents.
Cong Gang's phone was very ancient, its style very old. It was a type of encrypted phone. The phone call was to Butler Mo.
"Old Mo, it's me. Feng Xinglang. "
It was an unfamiliar number with no caller ID. So Feng Xinglang opened his mouth first.
"Second Young Master, where are you? Are you hurt? "
From the sound of it, the Butler Mo on the other side of the phone was very impatient.
"Don't worry about me! Am I not still alive? "
Feng Xinglang raised his spirits, "Oh right, where's my brother? Is he all right? Do you want me to go crazy? "
"Needless to say, First Young Master was worried about you the whole night!" The Butler Mo said truthfully.
In the next second, Feng Lixin's anxious voice came out from the phone.
"Old Mo, is he Xinglang? Quickly, let me speak to him."
At this moment, when Feng Xinglang heard that his big brother Feng Lixin was safe, he instinctively wanted to hang up the phone. Because he did not want to face Feng Lixin's interrogation.
However, the phone still ended up in Feng Lixin's hands.
"Xinglang, is that you? Are you hurt? "
"Great! Being able to eat and sleep … "He can even beat someone up."
Feng Xinglang said calmly.
"Where's Xueluo? Where did Xueluo go? Didn't you send Xueluo to the Bai's mansion?
Sure enough, Feng Lixin kept asking for Lin Xueluo's whereabouts.
"He probably went back to school. The child has a serious mind for learning, so let's not disturb her from learning. "
This kind of reason to fool others was something only he, Feng Xinglang, could think of. In order to pacify Feng Lixin, he had truly gone through great pains.
"Xinglang, stop trying to fool me! I called Student Yuan and she said that Xueluo didn't go back to her dorm at all last night! Little Qian's cell phone also could not be reached! Something must have happened to Xueluo. "
Feng Lixin had developed a certain immunity to Feng Xinglang's words. It wasn't that easy to fool him.
Faced with Feng Lixin's questioning, Feng Xinglang felt an indescribable dryness.
He wasn't stone-hearted! Perhaps he would be worried about that woman, but after what happened last night, he had to abandon her completely.
"I have no obligation to help you keep an eye on her! Alright, brother, don't ask anymore! If you have the mood to do so, go and fight with Old Bai for a game of chess! "
Feng Xinglang did not give Feng Lixin a chance to continue questioning him, and hung up the phone.
As long as Feng Lixin entered the Bai's mansion, it was like entering a safe. Not only was it safe, it was also very comfortable.
It was indeed an ideal place to go! It's quieter than the training camp!
Inadvertently, Feng Xinglang thought of that woman whose whereabouts were unknown. What situation was she in now?
It should be in Hetun's hands!
With Hetun's brutality, would he kill a weak woman? What kind of evil scheme would he use?
Feng Xinglang's heart could no longer remain calm. Waves of emotions surged up and down his mind.
"Which of the two women are you thinking about?"
Cong Gang's hands slid across Feng Xinglang's smooth muscle lines and lines, and covered his bruised and bleeding wound with smoked Chinese herbal paste.
Feng Xinglang's pupils contracted slightly as he gave a light snort, "What do you think?"
"I guess you're thinking about that Lin Xueluo first, and then you should be thinking about Lan Youyou …"
Cong Gang's words carried a hint.
Feng Xinglang seemed to have suddenly realized something: If Lin Xueluo was really kidnapped by Hetun, then Lan Youyou must know her whereabouts.
He instinctively wanted to jump up, but his exhausted body, especially the left half of his body which had yet to regain consciousness, was preventing Feng Xinglang from doing so. He had no choice but to lie back down on the sofa.
The second call was to Feng Family. Nanny An sat quietly beside the phone, waiting.
"Nanny An, where's Lan Youyou? Is she awake? "
"Second Young Master, we've waited for your call … You two brothers must be fine. "
Upon hearing Second Young Master's voice, Nanny An could no longer endure the worry of not sleeping at all for the entire night and started sobbing uncontrollably.
"Nanny An, I'm fine. My brother is fine too, I made you worry. That's right, where's Lan Youyou? "
After consoling her for a bit, Feng Xinglang closely asked about Lan Youyou's situation.
"Oh, someone came to pick up Miss Lan not long after you left last night."
"Who is it?"
"A thin man with high cheekbones."
It's Xing San!
It seemed that he was still a step too late. Lan Youyou had now landed in the hands of the Hetun.
"Lan Youyou has already been taken away from Feng Family by that Old Third."
Feng Xinglang's handsome eyebrows furrowed, and he threw the phone towards Cong Gang.
"That would be terrible!"
Cong Gang then pasted the last piece of Chinese herbal medicine on the merfolk fishing line on his left waist that was injured.
"This meeting of love rivals makes one's eyes turn red! With Lan Youyou's vicious methods, she definitely would not let him live!