Chapter 1070 — Aren't You Dead?
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"You're the second boss of the Red Conch, I take it?" Feng Tianlong's heart was aching, but his will was iron-hard, nothing like an ordinary man's. So even as he stalled the bald man in sunglasses with words, he flicked out a silent hand signal, ordering his men to move in and take him.
Li Yifeng had served Feng Tianlong for years and needed no telling what he meant. Having pinned down the bald man's position, he set to work at his computer, feeding orders and mustering men.
"Tell me, Feng Tianlong, you're stalling for time, aren't you? Waiting for your people to come and grab me?" The bald man in sunglasses was no fool either; he knew all of Feng Tianlong's tricks. His daughter was dead, and still Feng Tianlong could talk to him this calmly -- something was clearly wrong.
"Hmph!" Seeing his thoughts laid bare, Feng Tianlong merely gave a cold snort and said lightly, "Listen well, second boss. If I don't root your organization out to the very last, I have no right to call myself Feng Tianlong. I'm spending the rest of my life grinding you down!"
With his daughter dead, Feng Tianlong had nothing left to hold him back. He had made up his mind: he would spend his life warring with the Red Conch, and he would not rest until he had netted every last one of them.
"Ha ha, then keep right on dreaming! I dared ring you on a plain old phone because I've a card left to play!" The bald man in sunglasses threw his head back and laughed. "Hear that? The sound of a helicopter! I'm off now. Bye-bye to you!"
"You--" Feng Tianlong's expression stiffened, and he could not help but laugh bitterly. It was true: who and what was the second boss of the Red Conch? The second-in-command of an international criminal syndicate -- how could he ever act without a fallback?
The helicopter had already dropped its rope ladder. Mockingly, the bald man in sunglasses spoke into the phone: "Feng Tianlong, why don't you fly on over? Dying to shoot down a plane right now, aren't you? Ha ha ha -- only you can't. La la la!"
The bald man in sunglasses meant simply to talk Feng Tianlong to death with rage. His own boss, the head of the Red Conch, had died at Feng Tianlong's hands! That was precisely why he, the dignified second boss of the organization, had come in person to deal with Feng Xiaoxiao!
Unless he cut down a member of Feng Tianlong's own family with his own hands, he would never be satisfied. A blood debt for a murdered brother -- no peace under heaven!
"Hmph!" Angry as Feng Tianlong was, all he could manage was a cold sneer.
But the very next instant, something occurred that struck terror into the bald man in sunglasses!
He was about to fire off a few more infuriating remarks when a thunderous roar burst upon his ears! The helicopter, which had been circling overhead as calm as you please, plunged headlong into the mountain gully like a kite with its string cut -- swoosh!
Then came a second deafening boom: the helicopter smashed down into the gorge and exploded!
"Gah?" The bald man in sunglasses' eyes flew wide; he pointed toward the place the aircraft had fallen and could not find a word to say.
Wei Zhao had long since reached the neighborhood of the bald man in sunglasses with Feng Xiaoxiao in tow. Rather than rushing in rashly, he had hung back, wanting to hear who the man was phoning so as to size up his purpose and his background.
What Wei Zhao had never expected was that the call was to Feng Tianlong himself! In other words, this plot was aimed at Feng Xiaoxiao, not at Wei Zhao. At the thought, Wei Zhao silently thanked his luck: had he not gone racing along with Feng Xiaoxiao, who could have told what troubles might have arisen instead.
Thank heaven Feng Xiaoxiao was now entirely unharmed, right at his side.