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This kind of Yan Bang, undoubtedly made Hetun even more disgusted!

The more Yan Bang displayed selflessness and disregard towards Feng Xinglang, the more Hetun hated him.

Feng Xinglang was his Hetun\'s only biological son, a continuation of his life; how could he allow his life to be tainted by a man?

Hetun could not understand Yan Bang\'s feelings toward Feng Xinglang, and even more so, could not accept it!

And it also made the Hetun even more determined to get rid of Yan Bang and to be at ease!

"Yan Bang, since you want to die with me, I can only help you!"

Hetun frowned, "If you really like men, then you can just reincarnate and be a woman in your next life!"

In other words, you, Yan Bang, cannot like the blood son of the Hetun!

Maybe Yan Bang had gone through fire and water repeatedly for Feng Xinglang, which was why Hetun said such a sentence.

Hetun\'s calmness made Yan Bang very unhappy. He was a little angry from the embarrassment and wanted to detonate the bomb on his body.

The fastest, the most ruthless, and the most skilled was Xing Er\'s bodyguard.

A thin man even more ghostly than ghosts. Before he could even make out his exact appearance, he had already floated behind Yan Bang and a steel needle that had extracted the medicinal liquid viciously pierced into Yan Bang\'s right carotid artery at a lightning fast speed.

As the blood was pumped out by the heart, the medicinal liquid quickly spread through Yan Bang\'s limbs and bones. The hand which was trying to detonate the bomb on his waist, as well as the entire arm, went limp.

At about the same time, the bomb around Yan Bang\'s waist was pushed away by the bodyguard who was in close proximity, and thrown to Xing Si who was at the side to deal with it.

The more Yan Bang struggled to use his strength, the faster the medicinal liquid circulated in his body. With a stagger, he almost couldn\'t stand properly.

"Let\'s do it!" Stop the bleeding and throw it out! "

Seeing Yan Bang\'s face that looked as if he was about to die, Hetun still wanted to give him another chance.

Because without Yan Bang\'s\' help \', perhaps his own son, Feng Xinglang, would have died under his brutality several times over. It could also be considered as repayment of Yan Bang\'s favor.

With Xing Er\'s people present, Xing Shi\'er and the others naturally did not have to personally take action; they only silently watched as Xing Er tied the robust Yan Bang to the carrying pole in the living room like a tiger with its teeth pulled out.

With a ripping sound, the blade cut open Yan Bang\'s belt, as if Yan Bang had just realized what Hetun meant by leave something behind.

Yan Bang didn\'t know why Hetun would want his thing. Perhaps the only explanation was that Hetun wanted to ruthlessly humiliate him!

To make him lose the dignity of a man was akin to living a life worse than death!

This was even more cruel than directly taking Yan Bang\'s life!

"Hetun... You dare to touch me … I, your father, will not forgive you even if I become an evil spirit! "

Yan Bang used all his might to smash the back of his head against the carrying pole. If not for the medicinal liquid losing a large portion of his energy, he would really have taken Yan Bang\'s life.

Hetun could tell that Yan Bang wanted to kill himself!

Almost no man could remain indifferent when facing such a situation!

Fresh blood flowed down from the back of Yan Bang\'s neck; it should be his scalp.

"Bang!" "Bam!"

Just as the blade hand was about to remove the last piece of clothing on Yan Bang\'s body, two consecutive gunshots came out and forced the blade hand to stop.

When Hetun saw the person who shot the gun, his head instantly expanded by several times.

The one who was shooting at the blade man was Feng Xinglang!

He … Didn\'t he sleep in the presidential suite? Why did the sky suddenly drop here?

Obviously, Xing Wu and the rest who were outside the door were unable to defend against Feng Xinglang who had barged in.

Shooting was not possible, but he did not appreciate Feng Xinglang not shooting at him. After Xing Wu took a bullet from Feng Xinglang, he could only allow Feng Xinglang to barge in brazenly.

"Ah Lang, what are you doing here? "Hurry up and leave!"

When he saw the living Feng Xinglang, Yan Bang\'s eyes instantly lit up. But at the same time, he also realized the danger Feng Xinglang was in.

"Hetun, if Yan Bang dies, I will definitely take his life on his behalf! I will never forgive you for the rest of my life! "

Feng Xinglang emphasized every single word he said. His ruthless eyes were filled with anger and hatred towards the Hetun.

Step by step, he walked towards Yan Bang who was tied to the carrying pole, while at the same time being on guard against the people from Hetun who would suddenly attack him.

"Ah Lang, I don\'t plan on taking his life! I just want to leave something behind on him! "

Towards his own son who had fought against him over and over again, Hetun\'s temperament had also been mostly tempered.

What could he do? It was the flesh and blood that had fallen from his body. He was the only one in his line of descent!

"Yan Bang is mine! You are not qualified to touch him! "

Feng Xinglang quickly cut the rope tied to Yan Bang\'s body and took off his windbreaker to cover Yan Bang\'s body.

"He has to leave something like that behind before you can take him away!"

Hetun stood up, insisting on his own plan.

The more Feng Xinglang displayed brotherly feelings toward Yan Bang, the more Hetun felt that their relationship was not normal!

He really did not want his only son to be led astray by Yan Bang!

"I\'ll trade my life for his!"

Hetun was behind the bulletproof glass screen, but Feng Xinglang was not able to injure him.

Facing the numerous claws of the Hetun, perhaps the only bargaining chip in Feng Xinglang\'s hand was himself!

"No …" Lang, I want you to live well! "

Feng Xinglang could clearly feel that Yan Bang\'s body, which was leaning on his shoulder, had sunk a bit deeper into the ground. Yan Bang wanted to push him away.

"You know full well that I won\'t take your life …"

Hetun sighed.

"Hetun, letting Yan Bang go is tantamount to letting you go! You don\'t want to see us face each other bloody, do you? "

Slowly, the gun in Feng Xinglang\'s hand changed direction and pointed at his temple.

"No, no. Ah Lang! Stop... Stop! I\'ll let you go. You can leave now! "

When he saw Feng Xinglang pointing his gun at his own head, Hetun was in a bad mood.

Even if Feng Xinglang was aiming at his Hetun, he would not be this flustered.

Hetun knew that he would live the rest of his life to make up for his son, Xing Lang.

Since the Hetun had spoken, of course no other foster son would dare to disobey his orders. They could only watch as Feng Xinglang supported the half paralyzed Yan Bang out of the villa.

Yan Bang was unable to understand and digest such a dramatic scene.

Towards Feng Xinglang\'s attitude, why did it seem like Hetun was a completely different person?

Seeing Feng Xinglang support his boss Yan Bang out, Steel Tiger immediately brought his men to welcome him.

After stuffing Yan Bang\'s robust body into the SUV, Feng Xinglang immediately warned:

"Hard Tiger, quickly take your boss to the dock. There\'s a yacht waiting for you there. You can go to Singapore and someone will pick you up. "

"Okay, Second Master!" Tenacious Tiger immediately started up the SUV.

"Lang... Let\'s go together! "

Yan Bang dragged Feng Xinglang who was about to get off the carriage, "Let\'s go!"

Under the effects of those medicine, Yan Bang\'s physical strength was almost exhausted; however, the hand that was holding onto Feng Xinglang\'s wrist, was especially strenuous.