Yan Bang smiled coldly, "It must have been disturbing you two, you are having fun!"

Cong Gang in the sun room sat in a comfortable sitting position: he used a thin blanket on the sand to cover up his hands and feet. He looked quite enjoyable.

"Cong Gang, if you don't go in heaven, if you don't have a way, if you don't have a way to hell, you just come? Are you playing tricks on me? I will help you well today!"

A dagger with a cold light was pulled out from his waist by Yan Bang. A strong wind passed by and chopped at Conggang on the sand.

"Yan Bang, what are you doing? Can you finish your words first?"

Feng Xinglang instinctively came forward to block Yan Bang; he was pushed by Yan Bang by inertial elbows, and his injured leg was not yet sharp, and his center of gravity was unstable, Feng Xinglang bumped backwards...

Cong Gang was still sitting still.

His eyes looked at Yan Bang as if he was watching an ugly clown.

It seems that Yan Bang is not holding a sharp dagger, but a show prop.

"Hondang"

The dagger in Yan Bang's hand did not cut Cong Gang, but it was cut on a telescopic steel pipe.

"Ba Song? You dare to care about my little business? Get out of here!"

"Mr. Feng doesn't let you touch him, you can't touch him!"

Basong responded lightly, not scared away because of Yan Bang's hostility.

This answer is quite accurate: on the one hand, it can anger Yan Bang; on the other hand, it can also distinguish the relationship between him and Cong Gang!

A little bastard dares to stop him Yan Bang?

Yan Bang, who was full of anger, raised the dagger in his hand and slashed at Basong, who was on the verge of losing control.

Cong Gang just watched quietly, with a faint sneer on the corner of his lips. He also glanced at Feng Xinglang from time to time.

Basong's movements were not only agile, but also quite flexible. He easily avoided Yan Bang's offensive, allowing Yan Bang, who was in a rage, to choose Cong Gang, who was sitting quietly on the sand and watching the show.

Before Yan Bang's dagger was fully raised, Ba Song collided with him and pushed Yan Bang away from Cong Gang!

Yan Bang, who was unable to succeed for a while, almost swallowed Basong away with his impetuous anger.

"Okay, stop hitting!"

Feng Xinglang scolded, "Since you are both here, let's talk about it: Why do you have such an irreconcilable hatred?"

After pulling over a chair, Feng Xinglang sat down steadily.

But Yan Bang didn't seem to want to say a word to Cong Gang at all; and Cong Gang didn't seem to have seen him directly since he came in from Yan Bang.

"Why, you guys have nothing to say?"

Feng Xinglang sneered, "Are they all mute?"

"Yan Bang, remember next time: When you want to kill me, don't be in front of Feng Xinglang! Because Feng Xinglang won't allow you to kill me! Can't you still see it? It's so stupid!"

Cong Gang spoke first.
Chapter completed!