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　　Chapter 408: As long as you are at ease!

　　Worried that it would make Feng Xinglang feel uncomfortable to leave it in place, Cong Gang wanted to take it out from Feng Xinglang's muscles before the effects of the anesthetic were over.

　　Cong Gang touched her abdomen with force that was as light as a finger. She knew very well that Feng Xinglang was still in a state of anesthesia and wouldn't feel any pain, but Cong Gang still remained very careful. He was afraid that Second Master Feng would hurt him.

　　However, after the entire biceps was touched, there was no sign of the tracker.

　　How could it be gone? Could it be that the Hetun found him and took him out?

　　Cong Gang carefully removed the gauze covering the wound, discovering that the wound area was a bit larger. It wasn't the kind of wound that was caused by a blunt instrument.

　　It should have been taken out by someone!

　　It was impossible for his body to expel that thing in such a short amount of time. But after a while, he might not be able to make it.

　　To Feng Xinglang, who had already been rescued by Yue Yang, it was not important whether he lost the tracker or not. As long as the tracker was activated, that thing would be equivalent to an abandoned plastic object. It would have no value at all.

　　Cong Gang wanted to activate the tracking device and see where it had gone to. Could it still be somewhere in Feng Xinglang's body? Because of the material of that type of plastic, ordinary instruments were unable to detect it.

　　But when he stood up, he realized that the trigger was still in the canvas bag, and the bag was still on the yacht he had escaped from.

　　At that time, he had landed in a hurry, and Cong Gang's heart was completely concerned about the heavily injured Second Master Feng. Although Feng Xinglang had been treated with hemostasis and fluids in the early stages, Cong Gang knew that he wouldn't be able to sustain those injuries for long. The bullet in Feng Xinglang's body must be taken out as soon as possible.

　　Feng Xinglang's injured leg and left arm could no longer be carried out of the yacht. Cong Gang could only carry him on his shoulder to the SUV on the sh.o.r.e.

　　Naturally, he would not have the free hand to carry his canvas bag back. Of course, at that time, Cong Gang did not even think about that canvas bag at all. All he wanted to do was to bring Feng Xinglang away as soon as possible, and take every second to do the bullet surgery.