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

　　Chapter 1051 is about me knowing you

　　Before his voice fell, Feng Xinglang's robust body collapsed. Cong Gang reacted quickly and firmly caught him.

　　Originally, Cong Gang could have completely avoided the knife Feng Xinglang had slashed below his left collarbone.

　　But he had actually suffered this pain!

　　It didn't really hurt.

　　Maybe it was only his heart that hurt.

　　From what Basong said, he knew that Feng Xinglang had already made the decision to kill him and Yan Bang, to leave each of them alive.

　　Cong Gang was gratified, but at the same time upset.

　　More or less, it was he who forced Feng Xinglang to his current cold-blooded state.

　　Judging from the current situation, Feng Xinglang should have already decided to keep Yan Bang and kill him!

　　Blood kept oozing out from the wound, staining the front of his s.h.i.+rt red.

　　Yannawa walked forward and took the unconscious Feng Xinglang from his shoulder.

　　20 minutes later, the MPV arrived at the middle of the mountain where Cong Gang was temporarily staying. It used to be a place where orchards and vegetables grew. Perhaps it was because this place was a newly constructed cemetery, so it was abandoned.

　　Cong Gang silently looked out of the window at the graveyard that was so quiet it made people panic.

　　He was used to switching between the b.l.o.o.d.y killing and the suffocating silence.

　　On a simple wooden bed beside him, a sleeping Feng Xinglang lied down.

　　Yannawa just rudely threw Feng Xinglang on the bed. Because of his sleeping posture, he was snoring loudly.

　　It was very clear that it disturbed Cong Gang's train of thought.

　　Cong Gang turned his head and glanced at Feng Xinglang who was lying on the wooden bed, and frowned slightly.

　　After slowly walking over, she stood by the side of the bed and stared silently, as though she was sighing softly, Cong Gang extended his hand out and grabbed Feng Xinglang's neck, and moved his head a bit towards the pillow.

　　The snoring sound became weaker, and Feng Xinglang seemed to be able to sleep soundly and peacefully.

　　Wei Kang walked in, holding onto the medicine box.

　　"How much did we spend on renovating the villa?"

　　Somewhat abruptly, Cong Gang asked Wei Kang who was bandaging his wounds.

　　"It shouldn't be more than 10 million, right? Imports of teak, Italian marble and handmade fabrics are more expensive. As for the other things, you don't like things that are too luxurious! "

　　"Someone will pay for us!" Cong Gang said indifferently.

　　"Who?"

　　Wei Kang turned to look at Feng Xinglang who was on top of Mu Huai, "Feng Xinglang?"

　　"Do you think that Feng Xinglang is worth ten million?" Cong Gang asked again.

　　"Of course it's worth it! Feng Xinglang's status is one of the top in the Shen City. "

　　In Wei Kang's opinion, ten million was definitely worth it.

　　"So, if we ask someone else for ten million from Feng Xinglang, it will definitely be a good deal for the person who paid for it!"

　　Cong Gang squinted.

　　"Huh?"

　　Wei Kang was startled, then suddenly realized something: "Boss, you are using Feng Xinglang as a hostage and you are asking someone for a ransom?"

　　"Or what? You want to make him stay here and serve you like a lord? " Cong Gang asked.

　　Wei Kang shook his head fiercely, "It's still better to send you off! However, if we use it well, it's not bad to ask for some ransom! "

　　Cong Gang and the rest were not lacking in money. Over the years, they had also received quite a few orders. Those commissions are enough to cover their expenses.

　　But Cong Gang was not a greedy person. He knew how to retract and release.

　　To him, money and power weren't much of an attraction.