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Hetun stretched out his limbs and sat on the mahogany grandmaster chair as he waited for news on Xing Shi\'er and Xing Ba.

The new martial arts tea set was placed to the side, but Hetun was not in the mood to cultivate.

Hetun was not an alien, but he was a straightforward guy. Very straight ones. Thus, he could not accept the fact that his own son had been desecrated by a man.

The stack of newspapers had long since been removed from Hetun\'s sight and destroyed by the butler. However, those scenes would still haunt Hetun\'s mind from time to time.

He, who was filled with impatience, started to mechanically pound the tea table beside his hand with his fist, making a sound that made him more irritable.

"Foster father, Old Tweleve and the others have returned."

The one who reported to Hetun was Xing Si, who was standing outside the villa like one of the two thick doors. He and Xing Wu had just rushed over from Pater Castle a day ago.

Xing Ba was injured, and his footsteps became unsteady after he got off the car. Although he had already treated the wound, he desperately needed to remove the bullet that had embedded itself into his body.

Xing Shi\'er did not allow Xing Ba to enter, but rather, handed Xing Ba over to the Xing Wu. Then, he went into the villa alone to report to the Hetun.

"Did we mess things up?"

From Xing Shi\'er\'s humble attitude, Hetun knew the result. But he was somewhat puzzled: "Is Yan Bang really that difficult to deal with?"

"Feng Xinglang suddenly appeared … He risked his life to save Yan Bang, so … "

Xing Shi\'er didn\'t want to find an excuse for his failure, but he still chose to. He knew he was wrong. If it were not for his delay, and if it were not for the scimitar that he loved so much, he and Xing Ba would have been able to cut Yan Bang\'s crime tools and report back before he rushed over.

"Ah?" Ah Lang was there too? Is he hurt? You didn\'t hurt him, did you? "

Mentioning his own son, Hetun jumped up from his teacher\'s chair unperturbed and asked anxiously.

From foster father Hetun\'s expression, it was clear that he had made the right choice! If they had truly wanted to go against Feng Xinglang at that time and finish the mission, it would have been even more impossible for them to report to the foster father Hetun.

If they couldn\'t kill Yan Bang, they would only be scolded; but if they injured Feng Xinglang, they might not even have the chance to live on.

Xing Shi\'er was loyal. However, this did not mean that he could die without any value!

"Eighth Brother and I did not attack Feng Xinglang, and we left first." Xing Shi\'er answered truthfully.

"That\'s good." Only then did Hetun heave a sigh of relief and slowly sat back down.

"Yan Bang is severely injured, and is not in high spirits for a while. He cannot afford to cause any more trouble."

"This time, we can consider him Yan Bang\'s lucky..." Thinking about something, the Hetun asked in a tight voice, "You two didn\'t reveal your identities, right?"

"No!" "However..." Xing Shi\'er wanted to say something but hesitated.

"But what?" Hetun asked.

"Foster father, but I keep having the feeling that with Feng Xinglang\'s superior IQ … Could he have guessed that you were his father? "

Xing Shi\'er\'s words were not out of nowhere, because he had realized that Feng Xinglang had already recognized him and Xing Ba within the Yulong City, but he had not exposed them.

The Hetun hugged his chair even more tightly, as if he was thinking about what Xing Shi\'er had said.

"But... Xueluo told me that she has never mentioned this to Ah Lang before. However, Ah Lang\'s brain was indeed good … I might be able to guess it myself. "

When he said these words, Hetun seemed to carry a proud tone. Having given birth to such an outstanding son, how could he not have the Hetun act arrogantly!

"Foster father, I think Feng Xinglang should have already guessed it himself. Otherwise, when we return to the Shen City this time, he would have long sharpened his blade and wanted to take revenge on us. "

Xing Shi\'er expressed his views and thoughts.

"Hmm …" Hetun nodded in approval, "This time when we return to Shen City, Ah Lang is indeed not as aggressive as before. "I should already know that my biological father won\'t hurt him anymore …"

Hetun, this self-proclaimed "father" was truly straightforward. Why did he not ask Feng Xinglang for confirmation of his claim?

This topic diverted the attention of the Hetun very well. Naturally, Hetun would not blame Xing Shi\'er and Xing Ba for their dereliction of duty.

"It\'s just that Feng Xinglang has been protecting Yan Bang the entire time, so it\'s hard for us to make a second move. Furthermore, Feng Xinglang is obviously familiar with our methods, would he vent his anger on you because of Yan Bang? "

Xing Shi\'er was not stupid: no matter what they had done, in the confrontation between their biological father and son, the ones injured would only be them, the foster son s who were regarded as tools.

"We can\'t care so much anymore!" This Yan Bang, must definitely disappear! I won\'t allow my son Xing Mu to have an ambiguous relationship with a man! If A He is still alive, she will definitely not allow Ah Lang to mess around! "

The way the Hetun spoke seemed to have already treated himself as Feng Xinglang\'s father.

It was not hard to guess from Hetun\'s words that he was still unwilling to let Yan Bang go!

******

It was already late in the night, and everyone was quiet.

Linnuo\'s little friend was like a small koala as he wrapped his arms around Ma Mi Xueluo\'s neck and snuggled up tightly in\'s embrace.

It was as if the little guy was conflicted: he yearned for his father\'s love and treasured his own mother; but he also seemed to be afraid that his own father would steal his own mother away.

It was still the selfish little eyes playing tricks on me: the little guy just wanted to be alone and have the love of kissing Mommy.

It had been a long time since he last climbed up the wall, and Wei Kang\'s movements were no longer as skilled as they were when he was a mercenary. Fortunately, the villa was not very tall. After removing the alarm system, his body was already covered in sweat.

The master bedroom on the second floor was filled with warmth and harmony.

Seeing the pair of mother and son sleeping soundly, Wei Kang could not bear to disturb them.

Even if he didn\'t want to disturb her, he had to! This was because the purpose of his trip here was to \'disturb\' Xueluo and her son. Although he felt that his actions were not too kind, but it was just a disturbance, and not an injury to the mother and son, Wei Kang became more at ease.

He took a step forward. Borrowing the moonlight, he saw little Linnuo, curled up in Lin Xueluo\'s embrace: Pouting her small P * t, one of her short legs was still resting on Xueluo\'s mother\'s waist. A barbaric and adorable posture.

Wei Kang reached out his hands, wanting to take away the little thing that was curled up in Lin Xueluo\'s embrace; but the little guy\'s arms were still wrapped around Lin Xueluo\'s neck. With a slight tug from Wei Kang, the little thing wriggled into\'s arms like a caterpillar.

This possessiveness … Even if he was just sleeping, he would be in Mommy\'s arms.

Wei Kang patiently waited for the little thing to finish speaking. If pulling a little bit wasn\'t enough, then pulling a little bit more, the third time …

The result was breathtaking: The little guy was not woken up, but Lin Xueluo, who was hugging his son, woke up.