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　　Chapter 1102 - The Taste of Hunger

　　There was a saying: A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!

　　To treat and humiliate something that was even worse than a beggar, Feng Xinglang's heart was filled with grief.

　　However, there was also the saying that the victor is the king and the loser is the thief … As a prisoner, how could he expect others to treat him with hospitality?

　　"From a dog..." Yan Bang cursed out vulgarly.

　　"Bon... "Bang!"

　　Feng Xinglang called out twice, stopping Yan Bang's ear-piercing curses, "Come … Stop shouting! "

　　"Lang, how are you? "Where's the discomfort?"

　　Yan Bang immediately turned around and looked down, lifting Feng Xinglang's upper body up a little, "Does it hurt again?"

　　"Boss Yan, I say … Can you keep a low profile? If they were to be displeased with you for scolding them so loudly... We're going to get beaten up again, understand? "

　　Feng Xinglang's breath stopped and he started to pant. From the sound of it, his vital energy must have been damaged.

　　"These b.a.s.t.a.r.ds!"

　　Yan Bang let out another low and deep curse, as he slowly helped Feng Xinglang calm the aura that was clogging his chest.

　　"We have to think of a way to escape!" Yan Bang whispered as he looked around.

　　"Escape?"

　　Feng Xinglang let out a m.u.f.fled snort, "It really was a pig's brain that came up with this idea!"

　　"Not flee?" Do you want to stay and receive their insults? "

　　Yan Bang leaned over, and heard the sound of Feng Xinglang's breathing, "I can't bear to see you suffer!"

　　Seeing Yan Bang's concerned and confused expression, Feng Xinglang faintly sighed.

　　"This is a wars.h.i.+p, how can we escape? With just the two of us, we can take the entire wars.h.i.+p with bare hands? Do you think that's possible? "

　　Pausing slightly, Feng Xinglang slowly took a breath of air that was in pain, "If I were to forcefully escape, I think the best outcome would be both of us jumping into the sea … But this was the sea! An endless ocean … There is no way out but to feed the sharks. "

　　"Then what should we do? Waiting for death? "

　　Yan Bang propped up Feng Xinglang's waist a little, "Your lungs are not injured, but you might have internal bleeding."

　　"Of course not... What we need to do now is to reduce the sense of existence to a minimum! And then … "Wait and see!"

　　Feng Xinglang's gaze contained a trace of coldness: He could smell that there would be some unforeseen events in the Watch Room that night, so of course he would be prepared and prepared for them.