Chapter 1533 - Is he invincible?
Just as Feng Xinglang got on the Mercedes s, Yan Bang's enlarged scar faced man came over from the back.
"How did you get up here?" Feng Xinglang asked softly.
"It's just an open door!" How complicated do you think it is? " Yan Bang snorted sinisterly.
Why would anyone casually come in here? Wasn't this car modified by old man Xing? Just this little level?
"Go back to your Yulong City! Don't f * * king follow me like a ghost! "
Feng Xinglang looked sideways at Yan Bang. He had climbed into the pa.s.senger seat from the back.
"I'm worried about that..."
Yan Bang scoffed, "Say, if you had died first, why would I still be alive?!"
Feng Xinglang swept a glance at Yan Bang again, and said coldly: "If you had died first, this daddy would have only lived a better life!"
"You don't like me that much?"
Yan Bang crossed his arms and placed them on Feng Xinglang's carriage, "Back then, don't take me back from Cong Gang's hands!"
"Such a cowardly thing, you still have the nerve to say it? I don't mind slapping your own face! " Feng Xinglang mocked.
"In this world, there is no such thing as a hundred percent of the strong!"
Yan Bang cast a sidelong glance at Feng Xinglang, "As long as my heart is strong enough! Those days, I tormented myself every day by thinking about your face, second by second! Isn't that invincible? "
To be honest, Feng Xinglang was quite stunning for him to have such an understanding.
What Yan Bang said was right: there was not one hundred percent of an expert in this world! As long as one was human, they would have their strong points and weak points.
"Yan Bang, you sc.u.m still haven't died … What a pity! " Feng Xinglang faintly sighed.
"The truth... Or is it a lie? "
Yan Bang joked without a care, "How about, this time, I'll die for you again!"
But Feng Xinglang's face actually darkened, "Die, go quietly and die by the side, don't f * * king die for me! I don't need you to die for me! "Never!"
"But didn't I already die a few times for you?" Yan Bang grinned.
"You are courting death! Don't blame me! " Feng Xinglang angrily snorted.
"Oh yeah, is Mo San going to meet tonight for his birthday party?"
"Mo San's birthday? I really forgot about it! " Feng Xinglang sighed.
He was sighing at the fact that his originally carefree and unrestrained life had been tormented by that military thug until it was unrecognizable.
"It's fine to forget it …" As honest as ever, Mo San took the initiative to call Ye Mo last night. I haven't answered him yet! "