Do you want to resist?

　　"Drive steadily!"

　　After getting on the car, Feng Xinglang instructed Basong, who was driving.

　　"President Feng, then will military thug make a big move tonight?"

　　Basong asked as he lightly stepped on the accelerator. Because before that, Cong Gang didn't give him any warning about the boss. If Celeste really did make a move, Feng Xinglang would know, and the Boss would know even more.

　　Therefore, Basong would naturally suspect: Could it be that Feng Xinglang is being too nervous?!

　　"I'm not sure yet... But I have a feeling that tonight is a good opportunity, so Celeste will definitely send someone to test the waters! "

　　Feng Xinglang turned his head and looked outside the window: There were still many luxurious cars gathered near Yulong City. It seemed that the night life that was full of alcohol and paper had just started.

　　"That is to say, tonight is only a small matter."

　　Basong was still holding onto the steering wheel with both hands just a moment ago, but he was already in a leisurely state of being from top to bottom.

　　"Wake up!" Be careful that you do not even know how you died! " Feng Xinglang said in a low voice.

　　"Don't worry President Feng, since that Celeste has such a strong heart for revenge, he will definitely let you live!"

　　With his actions, Basong placed his hand on his own neck, "The only thing he can do is to kill you in front of Hetun!"

　　How could this become the reason why Basong was not nervous of his master?

　　This intelligence, actions, and actions, really didn't inherit any of Cong Gang's coldness and viciousness.

　　Actually, Feng Xinglang was the most suitable candidate. But Cong Gang actually gave him such a thing! It wasn't that Feng Xinglang didn't like Basong, it was just that he felt that sometimes, Basong was just like a piece of white paper in the human world, and sometimes, his words were extremely pleasant!

　　For example, right now, he was not afraid of Feng Xinglang spouting the truth with his painful face!

　　However, there was one thing Basong was right about: With Celeste's extremely strong heart of revenge, if he wanted to kill Feng Xinglang's entire family, it would happen in front of the Hetun!

　　"President Feng, shall we go through the elevated platform or the tunnel?" Basong asked.

　　"Take the tunnel!" Feng Xinglang replied in a low voice.

　　After driving for two kilometers from Yulong City, if he did not go through the elevated platform, he would have to go through a tunnel. In such a narrow and dark environment, it was more suitable for Celeste's men to take action.

　　Perhaps because they had a different frame of mind, they felt that tonight's tunnel was like a monster's gaping maw, wanting to devour them all together with the car.