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In short, this Xing San was a foster son of the Hetun!

Basong reported the news he obtained with great difficulty to his boss Cong Gang at the first possible moment, and not Feng Xinglang. The reason was obvious.

"Boss, there's news." Xing Ba mentioned a person called Xing San in his sickroom. I think that this Xing San should also be one of the Hetun s. "historical

Basong was a person who came later, he did not know of a person like Xing San. He only wanted to hear Xing Ba's guess about how to address him.

"Xing San?"

Cong Gang sighed with emotion, "Heh, he's actually not dead yet!"

Pausing, Cong Gang continued to ask, "What did Xing Ba say to Lan Youyou?"

"Xing Ba seems to be here to confirm something with Lan Youyou. Saying that this Xing San had done so much for Lan Youyou, and warned him to stop implicating and making use of him .. Lan Youyou never said a word! "

"Then it's a tacit agreement."

Cong Gang calmly replied, and then lightly rebuked, "This Lan Youyou, she is really a beauty that has met with calamity! She crippled one Feng Lixin, crippled one Feng Xinglang, and now she wants to kill Xing San? Did she ask Xing San to bring her daughter, Feng Tuantuan, away? "

"The situation seems a little complicated. Xing Ba said that Xing San's original intention should have been to bring Lan Youyou away. It was most likely because he saw how defeated Lan Youyou looked, he took away 'little Lan Youyou' along the way! "

"Interesting."

Cong Gang let out a light snort, "This little one is definitely more malleable than the big one. It's something that can nurture relationships from a young age. "

"Then what should we do now? Do you want to inform Feng Xinglang? " Basong asked.

"What's the matter!"

Cong Gang retorted coldly, "With Feng Xinglang's intelligence, it won't take long to find out the truth!"

"Besides, Feng Zhanzi does not need your hospitality!" He trusts his own father, and we're just his suspects. "

Cong Gang's words contained traces of bitterness. There was also the feeling of sitting back and waiting for a good show.

"Very well. I'll listen to you. "

Basong could only obey and obey, "Even if we don't say anything, Xing Ba and the rest will. There should be no delay for Feng Rui to find his niece. "

After a slight pause, Basong felt a little curiosity and asked another question: "This Feng Tuantuan ... Could she really be Feng Xinglang's biological daughter? "

It was obvious to everyone: even Feng Lixin, who was sickly to the point of being blown away by the wind, could not produce a single one of his own daughter.

Therefore, the small talk in this villa complex naturally had an objective environment and soil to breed it into.

"Why are you asking me? You can directly ask Feng Xinglang! "

Cong Gang scoffed, "I guess Feng Xinglang has that evil heart, but he doesn't have that kind of guts!"

Feng Xinglang had a treacherous heart, didn't he have the courage to do so?

He really couldn't tell!

.. ...

It was already late into the night.

However, he was unable to calm down.

Feng Xinglang could see that Xing Ba had probably found some clues. And he wasn't going to tell him.

It was very possible that Basong's deduction was the work of a certain foster son, and it should be correct.

Feng Xinglang did not want to wait any longer, he decided to take the initiative and 'interrogate' Xing Ba.

He knocked on the window.

"Prince Xing? It's so late, what's the matter? "

Xing Ba's skill of pretending to be stupid had always been one of his specialties.

"Sleeping in the car feels terrible .." My wife and kids aren't home, so you can sleep with me. "

"I don't dare! He couldn't bear it either! I'm just a slave, used to sleeping in a carriage. "

Feng Xinglang was overwhelmed by how concerned he was for his.

"Afraid that I'll eat you? "So formal!"

Feng Xinglang lit up a cigarette. The scarlet cigarette butt arced in the darkness as he sucked in and flicked away the ash.

Xing Ba could not see the expression on Feng Xinglang's face, and was drawn to the light arcs passively.

"Prince Xing, are you thinking of Little Fifteen?"

Xing Ba knew that Feng Xinglang had something to ask him; he simply took the initiative to change the topic, "I also miss him quite a bit."

The atmosphere was awkward.

"Xing Ba, you obviously have some clues, but why are you not willing to say it?"

Feng Xinglang leisurely tapped the ash on his finger, "You only said that obediently because you wanted me to make a big fuss at Shallow Water Bay?"

"Prince Xing, you're praising me again."

Xing Ba said with a bitter face, "Even with your intelligence, you couldn't find any clues .. Once I do a death mission, what clues can I find?! "

"Xing Ba, you must be playing dirty with me right? "Alright then!" Feng Xinglang opened the car door and directly sat inside, "Drive the car to Shallow Water Bay! I am looking for Hetun to clarify this! "

"..." You're using this method again?

Xing Ba pinched the center of his brows, and said with a headache: "Crown Prince, I was only guessing!"

"Then tell me your wild guesses so that I can guess as well!" Feng Xinglang said angrily.

"I... I guess. It was just a guess .. It seems to be done by Xing San! "

Helpless, Xing Ba could only speculate with Feng Xinglang.

Perhaps, in Xing Ba's opinion, although Feng Xinglang was young, he was still very rational and had a very human nature!

He was gentler, more rational, and more sensitive than the Hetun.

"Xing San?"

Feng Xinglang was startled.

He had thought that there would be someone working from the inside, and that person was someone who was familiar with the Feng Family; but Feng Xinglang had speculated all the possibilities, and it was just that Xing San was not included in the list.

"Didn't Xing San already .."

"I have the same doubts! But then she thought: With my third brother's craftiness, if he wants to play a game of feint in front of my foster father and escape from the pursuit of other sworn brothers, the chances of success are still very high. "Also..."

"What else?"

"I found a muddy footprint near the fountain. One of the footprints must have been made by a mechanical leg. Although he was wearing shoes, the force of the footprints were different from a normal person's. The heel print was a bit shallow. This fits my third brother's crippled leg. "

Xing Ba's meticulous understanding was indeed rare. Maybe it was because he was too familiar with Xing San that he paid more attention to these details than ordinary people.

"Xing San is not dead yet... "He actually didn't die!"

Feng Xinglang muttered in a low voice, "It should be him! He had both motivation and ability! It fit all the speculations! Whether your guesses or Basong's guesses! "

Xing Ba sighed lightly, "Then, what do you plan to do now? I haven't had time to tell my godfather. "

"You don't have to tell Hetun first!"

Feng Xinglang coldly snorted, "There is no use in telling him! It would only alert the enemy! Xing San still has many cards up his sleeves, we can't force him too much! "

"I agree with that!" Although my third brother is not a vicious person, but if he was really forced into a corner, then it would be hard to say for sure! "