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　　Chapter 738 - Disturbance in the Deep Night

　　Hetun stretched out his limbs and sat on the mahogany grandmaster chair as he waited for news on Xing s.h.i.+'er and Xing Ba.

　　The new martial arts tea set was placed to the side, but Hetun was not in the mood to cultivate.

　　Hetun was not an alien, but he was a straightforward guy. Very straight ones. Thus, he could not accept the fact that his own son had been desecrated by a man.

　　The stack of newspapers had long since been removed from Hetun's sight and destroyed by the butler. However, those scenes would still haunt Hetun's mind from time to time.

　　He, who was filled with impatience, started to mechanically pound the tea table beside his hand with his fist, making a sound that made him more irritable.

　　"Foster father, Old Tweleve and the others have returned."

　　The one who reported to Hetun was Xing Si, who was standing outside the villa like one of the two thick doors. He and Xing Wu had just rushed over from Pater Castle a day ago.

　　Xing Ba was injured, and his footsteps became unsteady after he got off the car. Although he had already treated the wound, he desperately needed to remove the bullet that had embedded itself into his body.

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er did not allow Xing Ba to enter, but rather, handed Xing Ba over to the Xing Wu. Then, he went into the villa alone to report to the Hetun.

　　"Did we mess things up?"

　　From Xing s.h.i.+'er's humble att.i.tude, Hetun knew the result. But he was somewhat puzzled: "Is Yan Bang really that difficult to deal with?"

　　"Feng Xinglang suddenly appeared … He risked his life to save Yan Bang, so … "

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er didn't want to find an excuse for his failure, but he still chose to. He knew he was wrong. If it were not for his delay, and if it were not for the scimitar that he loved so much, he and Xing Ba would have been able to cut Yan Bang's crime tools and report back before he rushed over.

　　"Ah?" Ah Lang was there too? Is he hurt? You didn't hurt him, did you? "

　　Mentioning his own son, Hetun jumped up from his teacher's chair unperturbed and asked anxiously.

　　From foster father Hetun's expression, it was clear that he had made the right choice! If they had truly wanted to go against Feng Xinglang at that time and finish the mission, it would have been even more impossible for them to report to the foster father Hetun.

　　If they couldn't kill Yan Bang, they would only be scolded; but if they injured Feng Xinglang, they might not even have the chance to live on.