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　　Chapter 992 - A good fight

　　This was not the first time Cong Gang said that Yan Bang was stupid.

　　Not only was he played by Cong Gang again and again, he was even scammed by Feng Xinglang; thus, it was reasonable that Yan Bang would get angry.

　　In Yan Bang's eyes, he felt that Feng Xinglang had deceived him!

　　He didn't even have the time to answer his phone, yet he was so free to eat lamb chops and Australian lobsters with Cong Gang?

　　And where did he put Yan Bang?!

　　Perhaps, the true reason why Yan Bang was angry wasn't because of Cong Gang's pretence of death or his appearance; rather, it was because of the deception and concealment Feng Xinglang hid from him.

　　He was told to 'obediently' eat in the prison, but he continued to drink and chat happily with Cong Gang!

　　Yan Bang could not accept this!

　　Yan Bang flew into a rage, and once again brandished his dagger towards Cong Gang who was sitting on the sofa as steady as a mountain, and chopped towards him.

　　However, Yan Bang's brute force was not something that the thin Basong, who was only in his early twenties, could control. Yan Bang pulled out his blade from the back of his hand, and the dagger slashed past Basong's wrist, causing blood to spurt out.

　　"Basong, don't stop him! Let the two of them kill each other! "

　　Feng Xinglang was also angry.

　　Whether it was Cong Gang or Yan Bang, both of them had completely escaped his control at this very moment.

　　"Today, I will lock you two b.a.s.t.a.r.ds in this sunny room and either both of you will die, or both of you will die! Otherwise, don't f * cking think of coming out! "

　　The idea that Feng Xinglang came up with was not bad at all. Didn't the two of them hate each other to the point of being unable to live with each other? Then, just give the two of them a chance to openly kill each other!

　　However, Basong was not willing to listen to Feng Xinglang's reprimand and suggestion. He was putting in great effort to stop Yan Bang who was slas.h.i.+ng at Cong Gang with his blade.

　　"President Feng, this is not fair!"

　　"What's unfair? "Both of them are courting death. I'll grant their wis.h.!.+"

　　"This Yan Bang has a dagger, but Cong Gang does not! Furthermore, Cong Gang was still locked... This is obviously making Cong Gang become Yan Bang's dumpling! "

　　Basong's comparison sounded quite impressive. Cong Gang whose four limbs were locked, could only undoubtedly let Yan Bang kill him as he pleased.

　　"Haha, dumpling stuffing?"

　　Feng Xinglang was amused, "This comparison is good! I just want to see them chop the opponent into dumplings! "

　　In truth, Feng Xinglang was very clear about the difference in strength between Yan Bang and him.

　　Under the same conditions, the barbaric Yan Bang would definitely not be a match for the professional warrior Cong Gang. Furthermore, Cong Gang was good at playing tricks and scheming; But if it was Cong Gang with his four limbs locked up, then it would be hard to tell the outcome … …

　　Feng Xinglang was thinking: If Cong Gang could remove the cuffs on his legs, it would probably be fair.

　　But at this moment, he seemed to really want to see the miserable scene of Cong Gang being chased and slashed around the room!

　　"Basong, let's go out! Let them communicate! I saw who ended up with the dumpling stuffing. "

　　Most of the time, this was how evil Feng Xinglang was!

　　However, Basong did not accept his orders. Instead, he stood in front of Cong Gang and resisted Yan Bang's attacks again and again.

　　"Basong, is Cong Gang your father? You're so protective of him? "

　　It was as if Feng Xinglang sensed something.

　　Or perhaps he thought that Basong had been sulking in Yan Bang's underground boxing arena for too long, and wanted to use this opportunity to wash away his shame.