Feng Xinglang instinctively turned his head to look, and a shadow immediately rushed towards him with the speed of lightning!

　　It was so fast that Feng Xinglang did not have time to react; before he could even clearly see the face of the black figure, he was firmly pressed down on the wall opposite him. The black figure even cut an arm off and pressed down on his back, preventing him from moving at all.

　　No matter how handsome he was, his face would be crushed by the wall until it became distorted.

　　"Cong Gang, let go of me!"

　　Feng Xinglang hissed angrily, his handsome face twisted red from struggling to struggle free.

　　The shadow that was pinching Feng Xinglang suddenly stopped for a moment, and following that, it loosened its restraints on Feng Xinglang, and at the same time, jumped a safe distance away from him.

　　"You can recognize this?" Cong Gang muttered with suspicion.

　　Because he was certain that during the entire process of attacking Feng Xinglang, Feng Xinglang didn't even have a chance to see his face clearly.

　　Feng Xinglang stretched his arm that had been cut in half. It was so painful that he sucked in a breath of cold air.

　　"Feng Xinglang, with your skills, if you really meet an a.s.sa.s.sin, you might not even have the chance to kneel down and beg for forgiveness!" Cong Gang slightly snorted.

　　Just a probe was enough to successfully suppress Feng Xinglang; if he really had the intention to kill, then Feng Xinglang would probably already be a corpse at this moment!

　　Feng Xinglang suppressed the anger in his heart, and looked up and down at Cong Gang who was trying to kill him: His condition was not bad, and even had the feeling of teasing others! Let's not talk about skills... He should have recovered at least eighty to ninety percent.

　　"Rouen... Is it also you who is putting on a show? " Feng Xinglang asked.

　　To be honest, living in fear didn't feel good.

　　Maybe he, Feng Xinglang, was not afraid, but he had no choice but to take his wife and children into consideration.

　　"Tell me first, how did you recognize me?"

　　Cong Gang asked instead of answering. There seemed to be an indescribable excitement in his voice.

　　Feng Xinglang stared at Cong Gang coldly, "I can't even recognize you within half a meter … You really think highly of me! "

　　Even though Feng Xinglang said this, Cong Gang still had his doubts: Could it be that Feng Xinglang had an innate sense of smell?

　　Definitely not! However, he still had yet to test how he had managed to recognize him!

　　Or perhaps, he was just a blind cat meeting a dead mouse, making wild guesses!

　　"You followed me to the Rouen?"