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Chapter 392 - I'll give you another judgment question!

The beautiful scenery under the night sky was also pretty good!

Under the deep blue sky, the sea rippled. A bright moon hung high in the sky, creating a dreamy scene.

He really did not expect that a bloodied person like Hetun could be this fashionable and savory.

Shouldn't he be one of those desperate people who had been bathed in blood for years?

The beautiful scenery landed in front of Feng Xinglang's eyes, but not in his heart. The calmness on the surface could more or less conceal the waves in his heart.

On the gigantic liquid crystal display, Feng Xinglang's footsteps looked relatively stable. Their eyes were sharp as they scanned the surrounding area for any movement.

A young man who was calmer and wiser than his peers.

Hetun's eyes were tightly locked onto Feng Xinglang's handsome face.

It was too similar!

He couldn't help but marvel at the power of genes.

Hetun began to fiddle with the broken rosewood bracelet on his wrist out of habit again. Every time he saw this face, Hetun would use this kind of method to calm his heart and mind.

What had happened to him? That woman has been dead for twenty years!

Was it worth it for him to hate a woman who was heartless and passionate?

If only she were still alive! She could see with her own eyes how the vile children she had borne with other men had been toyed with by him.

The one who brought Feng Xinglang into a villa that was lit up by lights despite its similar layout was a big and sturdy man.

Outside the villa stood another muscular man who was extremely similar to him, with a stern expression.

They should be twins, a little bit like Second General Hur!

Feng Xinglang remembered that Cong Gang seemed to have mentioned to him before: that when he had previously chopped off the Old Nine's arm, he had been chased by both the Old Four and Old Four of the Hetun.

Furthermore, Lan Youyou had also mentioned to him these two people. Every time he 'introduced' Old Four and Old Five, he would bring them up, probably referring to the two gatekeepers in front of them.

It looks silly. They were the kind of people who were retarded but high-powered.

As they stepped into the living room of the villa, they saw two screen passages that were slightly taller than Feng Xinglang. The decorations were simple, but Feng Xinglang knew that it was a set of two high precision human body detector.

He calmly walked through the two screen passages. The monitor at the side displayed a skeleton walking around.

Regarding the tracker that Cong Gang had inserted into his body, Feng Xinglang was completely at ease.

He believed in Cong Gang!

Cong Gang must have some sort of relation with the Hetun. To Hetun, he was undoubtedly someone who knew his own enemy.

Sure enough, the tracker in Feng Xinglang's biceps did not touch the alarm. Firstly, it was because Cong Gang understood the methods used to detect the Hetun, and secondly, it was also because the tracker within Feng Xinglang's body had yet to start working.

After passing through the screen examination passage, Feng Xinglang saw Hetun sitting in the living room with his legs crossed.

Hetun closed his eyes, as if he was resting, but also as if he was brewing something. Sleep-like state!

The only thing that felt alive was the bracelet on his wrist.

His skillful actions proved that he had been playing with this purple sandalwood bracelet for quite some time.

There was only one person standing beside Hetun. It was number eight. Feng Xinglang had seen it before. A monster as fast as a ghost.

The entire living room was empty. There were no more poker faces. Just an eighth?

From what Xing San said, shouldn't there be another Old Tweleve? How come he didn't see anyone? Or his corpse?

Could it be that Old Tweleve is Cong Gang?

It shouldn't be! Judging from the time of adoption and the order of rankings, Cong Gang should have been here before Xing San, he couldn't possibly be the Old Tweleve that the Hetun had just accepted.

Feng Xinglang's gaze instinctively swept past the living room of the villa, but he did not discover anything out of the ordinary.

Maybe the only thing that was abnormal was that Xing San was not present.

Presumably, Xing San was sent to guard his big brother Feng Lixin and Lin Xueluo.

This made Feng Xinglang feel even more relaxed: Because Lan Youyou is in his hands, he should treat the two of them well.

Other than that Old Tweleve, what else was there?

If they were in a mess now, wouldn't they be able to take down Hetun in one go?

As for that Old Tweleve, even if he was by himself, he probably wouldn't be able to create any big waves!

"Mr. Hetun, since you dislike my face so much, why did you make me deliver myself to your doorstep again and again to annoy you?"

Feng Xinglang said indifferently. He stood tall and straight, and was still as imposing as before.

Hetun slowly opened his eyes that seemed to be a little tired, but he could still catch a sharp glint from those pair of deep eyes.

The gaze he used to look at Feng Xinglang was that of a ferocious hawk staring at the complacent Voley on the ground.

Voley thought he was smart enough to know that every move of his was watched by the battle-hardened eagle.

Hetun swept his gaze across Feng Xinglang indifferently, and his eyes were filled with contempt.

From between his teeth came four snorting words:

"Young and arrogant!"

Hetun's contempt made Feng Xinglang feel a little uneasy: Just these few people, the old poisonous fish can be so arrogant?

Or was this old poisonous fish already prepared for a rainy day? Or perhaps he was playing some tricks?

Feng Xinglang couldn't help but look around the living room of the villa. Other than Hetun, who was sitting on the sofa with his back flat, and Xing Lao, who stood beside him like a telephone pole, there were no other living beings in the villa.

"Hetun, I don't know how much hatred you have towards us two brothers! Or maybe you don't even need a reason to kill someone! The matter has come to this, I don't want to know anymore! But let me tell you, even if we two brothers die, we will definitely not let you live! "

Feng Xinglang really wanted to rush over and kill Hetun, but he had to give Old Chu and the rest more time to do so.

"Ruthlessness? To stall for time? "

The Hetun hit the nail on the head with his intentions.

Feng Xinglang was slightly taken aback: It looks like this Hetun does not underestimate my opponent like he does on the surface!

"Then let's end this quickly!"

Feng Xinglang said in a serious tone, "Didn't you want me to make a choice? The choice? It's about time to present them, isn't it? "

"Young people are so impatient!"

Hetun scoffed, "Before you make the choice, let me add on a judgment question!"

Another judgment question?

"No matter what, Mr. Xing, you are a formidable person in South America. Aren't you afraid of losing face by going back on your word?"

Feng Xinglang had no interest in judging them.

"No!" To be precise, this judgment question is for you to decide yourself! "

The Hetun snorted, "You think you can take me down with a bunch of cops? Feng Xinglang, you are too childish! "

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