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　　Chapter 297: No children, no children, and no justice!

　　These words made his heart feel uncomfortable!

　　Moreover, Feng Xinglang was a stubborn and untamed master!

　　Moreover, Feng Xinglang was his master, how could he talk to like that!

　　Feng Xinglang fiercely smashed his handsome face, with a right hook, he punched towards Cong Gang's face which was covered in a towel; Cong Gang's speed, could even be described as fast as lightning, he quickly tilted his head to the side.

　　Because the force of Feng Xinglang's attack was too strong, and his center of gravity was unstable, he flew into the bathing pool that was filled with the Chinese medicinal herbs.

　　As he came in contact with the herbs, Feng Xinglang choked and coughed anxiously; Cong Gang immediately lifted half of his body out of the water. It allowed him to breathe freely.

　　Taking advantage of the situation, it was the true image of Feng Xinglang.

　　He took the chance while Cong Gang was lifting him out of the water to use both of his hands to grip onto his neck with gravity as he forcefully pushed Cong Gang into the medicinal herb bathing water.

　　Cong Gang wrapped his arm around Feng Xinglang's waist and pulled him into the water along with the herbs.

　　When the Chinese medicinal water covered the top of Feng Xinglang's head, he felt a strong sense of stimulation, causing him to feel as if his eyes were going blind.

　　Instinctively, he loosened his hands from Cong Gang's neck, suppressing his shoulders with all his might as he tried to surface.

　　Cong Gang did not make it difficult for Feng Xinglang. After he struggled for more than half a minute, he brought his body along with him and floated to the surface of the water.

　　The result was that Cong Gang served Feng Xinglang for more than an hour.

　　He cleaned his eyes and nose, then helped him take a clean bath.

　　But Feng Xinglang was still stung by the pungent smell of the Chinese medicine, and when he opened his eyes, he felt a stinging pain.

　　"You sure are delicate!"

　　After being treated by a heavily injured patient for such a long time, Cong Gang sincerely sighed.

　　Actually, it wasn't because Feng Xinglang was so charming, but because he disliked medicine ever since he was young. The burning sensation in his eyes was not something he could control.

　　Narrowing his eyes, Feng Xinglang saw that Cong Gang's wounds were still as lazy as before. After all, it had only healed a few days ago.

　　One remaining blade and two bullets were more than enough to take the life of an ordinary adult man!