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"Sorry …" I\'m so shocked! Mr. Yan! "

"Mr. Miyamoto … Is he sick? "

Yan Bang sat across from Miyamoto Wentuo. With a slight frown, he swept his gaze across Miyamoto.

Miyamoto Wentuo stared deeply at Yan Bang, and slowly said: "I used my own health in exchange for a year of lifespan of you and Mr. Feng Xinglang!"

"..." The corner of Yan Bang\'s mouth twitched. He really didn\'t think about it at all: When would he need someone else\'s health to exchange for his own?!

"Hearing what Mr. Miyamoto has to say … I would like to thank you very much! "

Yan Bang\'s tone carried a little disdain. How could Yan Bang not see the storm and waves?

This fellow was actually using such a despicable way of speaking to get benefits from him?!

"There is no need to thank me. I have volunteered to do this. I only hope that Mr. Yan and Mr Feng can understand it! "

\'s words were becoming more and more bizarre the more he heard them. It felt real.

Yan Bang pushed the wristwatch in front of Miyamoto Wentuo, along with an eight-figure cash cheque.

"Return to its rightful owner!" I still need to thank Mr. Miyamoto for his help! "

Miyamoto Wentuo slowly picked up the wristwatch, and slowly put it back on.

But he didn\'t touch the check. Obviously, he didn\'t come here to ask for money.

"Mr. Miyamoto, you said on the phone that … Feng Xinglang and I do not have much time left? "What do you mean?"

Yan Bang rarely cared about his own life and death. As a bloodthirsty person, he had long since looked down on his own life and death. But since it was related to Feng Xinglang, he asked one more time.

"This is not only a Life Preserving Talisman, but also a Suffering Talisman!"

Miyamoto slowly opened his mouth, "Before, I had already told Mr. Yan about this … It\'s just that at that time, you were so anxious to save Mr Feng that you didn\'t listen to my words. All you have to say is that you are willing to bear any price. "

"What do you mean?"

Yan Bang withdrew his thick black brows, "You came here today to take Feng Xinglang\'s life from me?"

With how weak Miyamoto Wentuo looked at this moment, he was probably not a match for Yan Bang even if there were dozens of him.

"It\'s not me who is going to take your lives from you two … Rather … They\'re from the Yamaguchi-gumi! "

Miyamoto closed his dry and wrinkled eyelids slightly, "An Teng has already personally come to the Shen City … Between you and Feng Xinglang, there will be death! This is the decision of Antoinette to be merciful! "

Yan Bang had a rough understanding of the situation. Back then, in order to save Miyamoto Wentuo, he had borrowed this bird\'s life from her in a rush, and it was a blessing and a curse. He had temporarily saved Feng Xinglang\'s life, but a year later, they would come again to take his life! It should be a kind of dog rule in Yamaguchi-gumi!

It\'s just that this Yamaguchi-gumi thinks too much of themselves, don\'t they?!

Under broad daylight, how could they possibly take their lives just because they wanted to?

"Is there another way to deal with it? Both Feng Xinglang and I do not need to die?"

Yan Bang frowned, "For example, using money to exchange for something!"

"There shouldn\'t be... If I could, I would have tried it a long time ago! "

Miyamoto Wentuo lowered his eyebrows, "Actually, I only came today to pass the message for An Teng. You must also be prepared to die for Feng Xinglang! "

After a slight pause, Miyamoto Wentuo let out a sigh, "An Teng gave you three days worth of time …. Farewell to this world! "

F * ck! Three more days?

And he said it so vividly!

At that time, Yan Bang felt that Miyamoto Wentuo was not lying or blabbering like a sick person, or maybe it was some kind of self-righteous imagination.

Miyamoto Wentuo stared at Yan Bang for a while before slowly opening his mouth and continuing, "Actually, you can also choose to have Feng Xinglang replace your …"

Yan Bang glanced at Miyamoto Wentuo, and said coldly: "If anyone dares to touch one of Feng Xinglang\'s fingers, this daddy will take his life first!"

Miyamoto Wentuo remained silent for a long while, before slowly sighing, "I hope that Mr Feng can realize the painstaking effort that you have put in!"

Yan Bang waved his hand, "If you want one of them to die, then I, Yan Bang will die! This kind of thing, don\'t bother Feng Xinglang, I\'ll take care of it myself! "

Yan Bang was skeptical of his words.

Although Yan Bang had experienced the ghostly and elusive appearances of the Yamaguchi-gumi\'s group, it still wasn\'t enough to make him surrender.

If he wanted Yan Bang\'s life, he had to show some ability.

Yan Bang did not detain Miyamoto Wentuo who was only here to pass on the message. However, looking at how Miyamoto did not die and was more or less dead than alive, he must have received some kind of mental and physical punishment this past year.

He really used his own health in exchange for\'s for a year of lifespan?

It sounded pretty mysterious!

… ….

The journey back to the Feng Family was very smooth. It was also safe.

After his wife and son had gone to sleep, Feng Xinglang called Yan Bang while soaking in the bath.

He knew Yan Bang, the night owl, at this point in time when his spirit was in high spirits.

However, even if Yan Bang had already fallen asleep, it would not stop him from calling him anytime and anywhere.

This was because in front of Yan Bang, Feng Xinglang did not need a gentleman, nor did he need any sort of self-restraint.

"Lang? Still awake? "

Yan Bang was fiddling with his phone, as though he was hesitating: should I give Feng Xinglang a call? Tell him about Miyamoto Wentuo and that old, immortal An Teng who came to the Shen City.

He thought to himself, if it was just Miyamoto Wentuo\'s perilous nonsense, wouldn\'t it disturb Feng Xinglang\'s good sleep for nothing?!

Was this Xing\'er to be mentioned, or not?

Just as he was in a dilemma, Yan Bang took the initiative to call him.

"Hmm, no!"

Feng Xinglang scoffed, "Oh right, when you left, did you say something about bugs … Shen City is not at peace again? "

Feng Xinglang was not afraid, but ever since he had two sons, he had been even more cautious.

Actually, most of the causes were also from Cong Gang\'s death. This caused him to lose one of his most capable and comfortable protections.

"Guess who I just met?" Yan Bang asked.

"Who?"

Feng Xinglang frowned, "You aren\'t going to go and provoke Ren Lingyuan again, are you? I\'m the Chief, will you f * cking die if you keep a low profile? "

"... It\'s Miyamoto Wentuo! " Yan Bang did not beat around the bush with Feng Xinglang.

He felt that he had to be more careful in everything he did, not to mention that Feng Xinglang, who had two sons, was becoming more and more concerned with his life.

"Miyamoto... Wen Tuo? The short and vigorous Japanese? "

Miyamoto Wentuo was someone with a certain degree of discernment, it was not difficult to instantly connect the dots.

"What, does he miss president Yan again? Want to get back to you? " Feng Xinglang teased Yan Bang.

This hobby of Miyamoto Wentuo\'s, was quite interesting … Surprise!

The short and frail him actually took a fancy to the big and sturdy Yan Bang?! Just the thought of it made his head hurt!

"He came to ask me for the identification device inside the Yamaguchi-gumi."

Yan Bang didn\'t really like Feng Xinglang joking with him. Because, other than Feng Xinglang, no one else had entered his sight.

"It\'s been a year. He just came to ask for it? " Feng Xinglang asked.

His strong physique fiercely sat up in the bathtub, causing water to splash all over his body.