C857

　　One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]

　　Chapter 857 - That Scoundrel...

　　The only father Bai Mo could think of, was Feng Yishan!

　　It was just that Feng Yishan had already died for many years and had already turned into ashes. It was unlikely that he would be able to swindle a corpse out of its grave!

　　With a 'pa' sound, Feng Xinglang smashed the card in his hand onto the table in displeasure. Then, with a cold expression, he stood up and left without looking back.

　　"Feng Xinglang," Yan Bang rarely called out his name in such a straightforward manner, "Are you not afraid that I will take someone to 'send off' your father?"

　　From Yan Bang's point of view, the only reason why Feng Xinglang was playing bridge with him was because he wanted to supervise him, Yan Bang!

　　So that his own father, the Hetun, could smoothly leave the Shen City?

　　"Yan Bang, your life is yours! No matter how others defend you, if you view your own life like gra.s.s, then your life can only be gra.s.s! "

　　To put it another way: If you want to die, go ahead. I don't want to leave you anymore!

　　Watching the tall and st.u.r.dy figure leave the living room, Yan Bang's scarred face twitched.

　　What was going on?

　　Bai Mo was completely shocked by the mysterious conversation between Yan Bang and Yan Bang.

　　This s.h.i.+p of friends.h.i.+p flipped over just like that?

　　"Brother Bang, please calm your anger …"

　　Bai Mo looked at Yan Bang's scarred face, which was filled with anger. He couldn't help but feel a little fearful in his heart.

　　This was truly like accompanying a tiger!

　　You can play bridge like this? If he wasn't careful, the fire would set him ablaze!

　　"Scram …" Scram! "All of you, scram!"

　　The anger that Yan Bang had acc.u.mulated immediately exploded out, rus.h.i.+ng towards Bai Mo and the servants, shouting out.

　　Then came the crackling sound from the living room.

　　Without a doubt, the lion that Yan Bang had lost control of had gone insane again.

　　Why do you use 'again'?

　　Ever since Yan Bang returned to the Yulong City, he hadn't been able to stop and rest. He vented out all the humiliation he had suffered onto someone else, and his opponent would either beat him or curse him.

　　His tyrannical actions had reached an untold number!

　　If this continued, the entire Yulong City would be doomed!

　　It was only a matter of time before the yamen banned him.

　　Outside the living room door stood three muscle-like men.

　　"Second Master." Seeing Feng Xinglang walking out of the living room with anger, they looked at each other in dismay.

　　"Yes." Feng Xinglang snorted in agreement, and with a cold expression, he walked towards the elevator.

　　He had just taken two steps when he turned back.

　　"Is there fire?"

　　Accompanied by the sound of people cursing and beating on walls within the living room, Feng Xinglang leaned leisurely against the wall and smoked.

　　The joints between his fingers were very clear, concealing the power of a man.

　　The action of lighting the ashes was a gentleman's gesture; it was in stark contrast to the loud, violent noise in the living room.

　　The three poker faces couldn't enter, but neither could they stay. It was as if they were waiting for Feng Xinglang's orders.

　　Feng Xinglang, on the other hand, did not have the slightest expression on his face!

　　With a 'kang lang' sound, Bai Mo was practically knocked out of the living room while rolling and crawling.

　　This world was truly too tyrannical. A single game of bridge could cause one to lose their life!

　　"Brother Lang, you haven't left?"

　　Seeing Feng Xinglang who was leaning against the wall and smoking leisurely, Bai Mo's pretty face instantly turned bitter.