One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] .52bqg [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]


    Chapter 392 - I''ll give you another judgment question!


    The beautiful scenery under the night sky was also pretty good!


    Under the deep blue sky, the sea rippled. A bright moon hung high in the sky, creating a dreamy scene.


    He really did not expect that a bloodied person like Hetun could be this fashionable and savory.


    Shouldn''t he be one of those desperate people who had been bathed in blood for years?


    The beautiful scenerynded in front of Feng Xinng''s eyes, but not in his heart. The calmness on the surface could more or less conceal the waves in his heart.


    On the gigantic liquid crystal disy, Feng Xinng''s footsteps looked rtively stable. Their eyes were sharp as they scanned the surrounding area for any movement.


    A young man who was calmer and wiser than his peers.


    Hetun''s eyes were tightly locked onto Feng Xinng''s handsome face.


    It was too simr!


    He couldn''t help but marvel at the power of genes.


    Hetun began to fiddle with the broken rosewood bracelet on his wrist out of habit again. Every time he saw this face, Hetun would use this kind of method to calm his heart and mind.


    What had happened to him? That woman has been dead for twenty years!


    Was it worth it for him to hate a woman who was heartless and passionate?


    If only she were still alive! She could see with her own eyes how the vile children she had borne with other men had been toyed with by him.


    The one who brought Feng Xinng into a vi that was lit up by lights despite its simryout was a big and sturdy man.


    Outside the vi stood another muscr man who was extremely simr to him, with a stern expression.


    They should be twins, a little bit like Second General Hur!


    Feng Xinng remembered that Cong Gang seemed to have mentioned to him before: that when he had previously chopped off the Old Nine''s arm, he had been chased by both the Old Four and Old Four of the Hetun.


    Furthermore, Lan Youyou had also mentioned to him these two people. Every time he ''introduced'' Old Four and Old Five, he would bring them up, probably referring to the two gatekeepers in front of them.


    It looks silly. They were the kind of people who were retarded but high-powered.


    As they stepped into the living room of the vi, they saw two screen passages that were slightly taller than Feng Xinng. The decorations were simple, but Feng Xinng knew that it was a set of two high precision human body detector.


    He calmly walked through the two screen passages. The monitor at the side disyed a skeleton walking around.


    Regarding the tracker that Cong Gang had inserted into his body, Feng Xinng waspletely at ease.


    He believed in Cong Gang!


    Cong Gang must have some sort of rtion with the Hetun. To Hetun, he was undoubtedly someone who knew his own enemy.


    Sure enough, the tracker in Feng Xinng''s biceps did not touch the rm. Firstly, it was because Cong Gang understood the methods used to detect the Hetun, and secondly, it was also because the tracker within Feng Xinng''s body had yet to start working.


    After passing through the screen examination passage, Feng Xinng saw Hetun sitting in the living room with his legs crossed.


    Hetun closed his eyes, as if he was resting, but also as if he was brewing something. Sleep-like state!


    The only thing that felt alive was the bracelet on his wrist.


    His skillful actions proved that he had been ying with this purple sandalwood bracelet for quite some time.


    There was only one person standing beside Hetun. It was number eight. Feng Xinng had seen it before. A monster as fast as a ghost.


    The entire living room was empty. There were no more poker faces. Just an eighth?


    From what Xing San said, shouldn''t there be another Old Tweleve? Howe he didn''t see anyone? Or his corpse?


    Could it be that Old Tweleve is Cong Gang?


    It shouldn''t be! Judging from the time of adoption and the order of rankings, Cong Gang should have been here before Xing San, he couldn''t possibly be the Old Tweleve that the Hetun had just epted.


    Feng Xinng''s gaze instinctively swept past the living room of the vi, but he did not discover anything out of the ordinary.


    Maybe the only thing that was abnormal was that Xing San was not present.


    Presumably, Xing San was sent to guard his big brother Feng Lixin and Lin Xueluo.


    This made Feng Xinng feel even more rxed: Because Lan Youyou is in his hands, he should treat the two of them well.


    Other than that Old Tweleve, what else was there?


    If they were in a mess now, wouldn''t they be able to take down Hetun in one go?


    As for that Old Tweleve, even if he was by himself, he probably wouldn''t be able to create any big waves!


    "Mr. Hetun, since you dislike my face so much, why did you make me deliver myself to your doorstep again and again to annoy you?"


    Feng Xinng said indifferently. He stood tall and straight, and was still as imposing as before.


    Hetun slowly opened his eyes that seemed to be a little tired, but he could still catch a sharp glint from those pair of deep eyes.


    The gaze he used to look at Feng Xinng was that of a ferocious hawk staring at thecent Voley on the ground.


    Voley thought he was smart enough to know that every move of his was watched by the battle-hardened eagle.


    Hetun swept his gaze across Feng Xinng indifferently, and his eyes were filled with contempt.


    From between his teeth came four snorting words:


    "Young and arrogant!"


    Hetun''s contempt made Feng Xinng feel a little uneasy: Just these few people, the old poisonous fish can be so arrogant?


    Or was this old poisonous fish already prepared for a rainy day? Or perhaps he was ying some tricks?


    Feng Xinng couldn''t help but look around the living room of the vi. Other than Hetun, who was sitting on the sofa with his back t, and Xing Lao, who stood beside him like a telephone pole, there were no other living beings in the vi.


    "Hetun, I don''t know how much hatred you have towards us two brothers! Or maybe you don''t even need a reason to kill someone! The matter hase to this, I don''t want to know anymore! But let me tell you, even if we two brothers die, we will definitely not let you live! "


    Feng Xinng really wanted to rush over and kill Hetun, but he had to give Old Chu and the rest more time to do so.


    "Ruthlessness? To stall for time? "


    The Hetun hit the nail on the head with his intentions.


    Feng Xinng was slightly taken aback: It looks like this Hetun does not underestimate my opponent like he does on the surface!


    "Then let''s end this quickly!"


    Feng Xinng said in a serious tone, "Didn''t you want me to make a choice? The choice? It''s about time to present them, isn''t it? "


    "Young people are so impatient!"


    Hetun scoffed, "Before you make the choice, let me add on a judgment question!"


    Another judgment question?


    "No matter what, Mr. Xing, you are a formidable person in South America. Aren''t you afraid of losing face by going back on your word?"


    Feng Xinng had no interest in judging them.


    "No!" To be precise, this judgment question is for you to decide yourself! "


    The Hetun snorted, "You think you can take me down with a bunch of cops? Feng Xinng, you are too childish! "