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

　　Chapter 986 - Hunting

　　The long time sitting on a wheelchair made Feng Xinglang's footsteps look a little unstable.

　　With the support equipment supporting him on foot dragging his skin, it was inevitable that he would suffer unaccustomed pain.

　　Basong immediately went forward to support Feng Xinglang's body, "President Feng, let me push you upstairs."

　　"No need! Stand far away, I can walk by myself! "

　　Without the loving eyes of a wife and children, Feng Xinglang had relaxed quite a bit.

　　Cong Gang was right: if he continued to stay on the wheelchair, he would become more and more of a tras.h.!.+

　　Actually, Feng Xinglang had been leaning on the wheelchair the entire time, because of some psychological factors.

　　He wanted to avoid it. He was both physically and mentally exhausted.

　　He even thought of taking his wife and children away from Shen City to live a life that no one would disturb.

　　What big brother, what sister-in-law, what biological father, what sibling brothers …

　　Let the rest kill each other!

　　However, Feng Xinglang seemed to have realized something: If they did not deal with this problem, would the city where their family settled in become the next Shen City?

　　It was hard to say!

　　Feng Xinglang was Basong's financial backer. Basong had no choice but to obey his orders; however, he had no choice as to his safety. Then, he could only follow behind Feng Xinglang.

　　The living room was still quite flat. However, with every step up, it would involve more flesh. It would tear open small wounds and spill out bright red blood.

　　Feng Xinglang was still able to endure a little injury like that. Thus, he left rather casually.

　　By the time they reached the corner of the second floor, the floor was covered in a trickle of blood.

　　Not much, on the dark floor, inconspicuous.

　　It's just that Basong's sensitivity is a little stronger than ordinary people.

　　As a result, he could smell a different smell of blood from the alcohol reeking Feng Xinglang's body, which was filled with the smell of herbal medicine.

　　"Basong, you f * cking followed me again … "Get lost tomorrow!"

　　Feng Xinglang staggered and almost fell, but Basong who was anxious, stepped forward to support him, was discovered by him.

　　As long as Feng Xinglang was still his master today, Basong had to ensure the safety of his master.

　　This was also the boss' order, so Basong couldn't disobey.

　　But unexpectedly, Basong retracted his hand.

　　Because he saw a figure at the stairs on the third floor …

　　A ghost-like figure!

　　"Then President Feng please rest well, I will wait for your orders downstairs. Call me if you need anything! "

　　Basong glanced at the stairs on the third floor, and then avoided it. It made people feel that he was only allowed down the stairs because of Feng Xinglang's harsh words.

　　"Hiss …" "Ugh!"

　　After Basong left, Feng Xinglang gasped from the pain and sat on the stairs.

　　"What the h.e.l.l is that? It's really f * cking painful! "

　　After Feng Xinglang cursed out loud, he stood up quickly and dragged his injured leg, causing him to walk towards the study room on the third floor while feeling pain.

　　To be more accurate, it wasn't called 'leaving', it was called dragging and dragging with each step!

　　Actually, this kind of pain was nothing to Feng Xinglang. He estimated that he would probably be unable to take the pain anymore from his current appearance.

　　Feng Xinglang wanted to step onto the last two steps in one go …

　　If he took a step too far, it would be easy to get him to … Skin and fles.h.!.+

　　"... "Ugh!"

　　Feng Xinglang let out a painful groan as he fell down the stairs, unable to get up even after a long time.

　　"He's really crippled?"