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Chapter 379: What, fallen in love?
The six muscular men were beaten black and blue by Yan Bang. They all wanted to stay on the floor.
Hearing his subordinate report that Feng Xinglang was here, Yan Bang's ruthless eyes instantly revealed a trace of gentleness.
In the end, she still had to wait for him!
Yan Bang knew clearly that something had happened to Cong Gang, and if Ye Xiaonian was unable to change the weather, Feng Xinglang would definitely come to find him!
Yan Bang retracted his fist and looked at the entrance of the training room. In the next second, Feng Xinglang's upright posture entered Yan Bang's line of sight.
"Lang, you're here?" It was a slightly raised voice.
Yan Bang took a towel from the servant and wiped the sweat off his face and the sweat off his body, then stepped forward to welcome the servant.
Without waiting for Feng Xinglang to speak, he immediately embraced Feng Xinglang in his arms, gave her a powerful hug, and then turned to a warm and friendly face.
"I'll accompany you in your training."
Feng Xinglang said as he took off the suit that was in his way. The white shirt looked even more capable and straight.
"You? Training with me? "
Yan Bang was skeptical.
It was not that he looked down on Feng Xinglang, but Feng Xinglang who worked in the business rarely sparred with others like him every day in terms of fighting techniques.
As the saying goes, a punch cannot leave the hand, nor can it leave the mouth. If one didn't practice often, one would be unaccustomed to it.
"Your physique?" Can you bear it? Do you want to be like that brat Bai Mo and act shamelessly? "
On Yan Bang's resolute and handsome face, there was a mocking expression. It was just a joke, but there wasn't the slightest intention of sarcasm.
With a "dong" sound, Feng Xinglang smashed his right hook right into Yan Bang's nose.
Blood immediately flowed out from his nose. This was sufficient to show the speed of Feng Xinglang's punch.
He's serious!
Seeing their big brother Yan Bang being bloodied, the six muscular men who were pretending to be half-dead instantly leaped up and surrounded Feng Xinglang.
Yan Bang immediately raised his hand to signal to the six male models to not act rashly. He took the towel that the waiter delivered and wiped the blood off his nose.
"How is it, is I qualified to practice with you?" Feng Xinglang said with a cold snort.
One of the purposes of his trip this time was to find Yan Bang for a fight and vent the pain and depression in his heart.
Yan Bang shook off the towel in his hand that was stained with blood and snorted at Feng Xinglang.
"Feng Xinglang, I reckon that you are the only person in this world who can sneak an attack me!"
"It's such an honor?"
Feng Xinglang arrogantly raised his voice, and threw another hook fist at Yan Bang's chin; his movements was fast, accurate, and ruthless.
After being ambushed once, if he was beaten up twice, then Yan Bang was not only stupid … …
The lower half of Yan Bang's body was extremely steady, as steady as a rock. He only moved back half a step, then turned slightly to the side, and with a whooshing motion of his hand, he grabbed onto the right hook that Feng Xinglang had thrown at him.
Then, he took advantage of the opportunity and brought Feng Xinglang's body, borrowing the force of the impact to hit Feng Xinglang's left wing.
Although Yan Bang's movements were ruthless, the power that he unleashed was increased by a lot. Just one third of the six muscular men just now.
It was not enough to harm Feng Xinglang, but it still consumed his strength.
Once Feng Xinglang's right hand was caught, he immediately threw out a left hook fist; it landed on Yan Bang's elbow that was raised up.
A wave of numbness and pain struck Feng Xinglang, and he felt as if he had struck a piece of iron that was hard yet hard.
Seeing Feng Xinglang swing his left hand in pain, Yan Bang immediately retracted his fist and went forward to check on Feng Xinglang's injuries. After all, Yan Bang's fists were formed on his body everyday, and Feng Xinglang's only physical fitness allowed him to maintain his physique and stamina.
It was just like how one was a professional while the other was an amateur.
But Feng Xinglang's eyes were red from killing, he was desperately attacking Yan Bang.
Feng Xinglang reached out and grabbed Yan Bang's right hand with all his might. It was a very strong hand, the back of it was covered with calluses.
When the time was ripe, Feng Xinglang grabbed his right hand, and with a speed that left no time for one to cover one's ears, and a beautiful shoulder throw, ruthlessly smashed him onto the floor.
Maybe Yan Bang was taller than him, or maybe Feng Xinglang had overestimated his own physical strength, or maybe Yan Bang had always been giving way to him, but in the instant Yan Bang fell to the ground, he suddenly jumped and stopped.
Yan Bang's figure did not even manage to stand steadily before a precise punch was thrown at the center of his brows.
Before Feng Xinglang could stabilize his body from the shoulder throw just now, a gust of wind blew out from in front of his forehead;
He raised his head in alarm. When he raised it, a clenched fist was only 0.5 cm away from his forehead, accompanied by a gust of wind!
Based on the strength of the wind from the punch as well as the number of roots in his hair, if he really struck down, a concussion would be inevitable!
Feng Xinglang inhaled a breath of cold air.
Yan Bang then slowly let go of his clenched fist, and gently lowered his hand.
In the end, Yan Bang still couldn't bear to smash this heavy fist onto the center of Feng Xinglang's brows.
"Lang, today's sparring partner is over. Let's go have a drink. "
Feng Xinglang weakly nodded his head. The shoulder throw just now had consumed a lot of his energy. You must know that Yan Bang was as strong as a bull, and as heavy as a rock.
His ribs began to ache again. He must have been injured a second time.
Yan Bang walked out of the bathroom with only a bath towel wrapped around his waist.
Feng Xinglang had already started drinking by himself in the huge and extremely luxurious resting room.
"What about using the wine to get rid of our worries?"
Yan Bang walked over and snatched the wine cup from Feng Xinglang's hands, then gulped it down. She helped Feng Xinglang drink all the wine in the cup.
"Peng, lend it to me!"
Feng Xinglang exhaled a breath that was filled with the smell of alcohol.
"My people are your people. Use them as you please!"
Yan Bang poured some whiskey and sipped it on his lips before adding playfully: "Even I can be your person!"
"Help me investigate the background of the Hetun, the place where we temporarily live, and the places where he brought a few foster son s to! Also, where exactly did he imprison that woman, Lin Xueluo … "
Feng Xinglang had not wanted to come to Peng for help. It was as if he still could not recover from the sadness he had from half a year ago when he was in the fiery underground parking lot and the cruel choice that Yan Bang had made!
But because of that woman and the child in her womb, Feng Xinglang decided to look for Yan Bang in the end.
Feng Xinglang could not wait any longer.
Most of the time, the news that Old Chu Bai got from the streets were all slower than Yan Bang's dark path by half a beat.
One was for public, the other was for private, the power to fulfill his duty was different!
It was as if Yan Bang had just realized that Feng Xinglang's restlessness tonight was not because of Cong Gang's death, but rather, it was because of that woman, Lin Xueluo.
"What, fallen in love?" he asked slowly.