The problem was that he couldn't beat it!

　　It was already late into the night.

　　Feng Xinglang looked at his wife and children who were happily dreaming in each other's arms on the bed.

　　It must have been four or five days since he left Mommy. The little guy was especially sticky to Mommy's arms.

　　Although he was sleepy, Feng Xinglang was completely awake.

　　After tucking his wife and children in the silk quilt, Feng Xinglang got up and walked out of the bedroom.

　　From the villa next door, Feng Xinglang called Basong who was about to rest.

　　"Go to the main villa's living room and guard it!" I'll make a trip to Qibei Mountain City. "

　　"Now?" Basong looked at the time, "It's almost 12 o'clock."

　　"Where has your master been recently?" Feng Xinglang asked indifferently.

　　If there really was a black-clothed person present, based on his actions and words, the first person Feng Xinglang thought of was the deliberately mystifying Cong Gang.

　　"They went to mourn for Xing Er. Didn't I tell you before? "

　　Basong really didn't know where his master, Cong Gang, had gone to. Cong Gang had always been a elusive person, it would be weird if a third or fourth rate p.a.w.n like him knew about it. So when Cong Gang said he was going to honor Xing Er's filial piety, Basong believed him.

　　"Is he so filial? I really can't tell! "

　　Feng Xinglang warned Basong a few more times before he turned around and left.

　　Deep in the night, the mountain road was so quiet that it was suffocating. The occasional cry of a bird or beast sent chills down one's spine.

　　In the middle of the night, the newly-built villa that looked like it had been deliberately decorated looked even more sinister and strange.

　　Covered in darkness, it was completely silent.

　　It was unclear whether Cong Gang was in the villa or not, but that was not important. What was important was that it was enough for Cong Gang to know that he had been here.

　　Feng Xinglang lit a cigarette. The scarlet fire droplets were especially eye-catching in the middle of the night.

　　Following that, he coughed out a few more mouthfuls of smoke!

　　Until Feng Xinglang who was leaning on the car and finished smoking, this old villa was still lifeless.

　　Thinking about it, Cong Gang should really not be here!

　　Feng Xinglang raised his head and glanced at the ancient villa again before he entered Lexus and prepared to leave.

　　It would not be easy to refurbish this Republic villa on the hillside. It was unknown what method Cong Gang used to complete all those complicated procedures and doc.u.ments. He had a nagging feeling that Cong Gang was not as weak as he thought.