Chapter 613: Cold-blooded and Heartless

Translator: 549690339

More importantly…

Feng Sheng seemed to know that Du Du had finished asking. He didn’t shoot him immediately after he got the answer.

This meant that Feng Sheng did not have any intention of killing him.

Andy Elliot was right.

As long as Andy Elliot cooperated, Feng Sheng would not have wanted to kill him.

He was a man with a family. It was better with his grandmother in the British Isles, but it was not safe in the Feng family’s old mansion in China.

If he were to form a life-and-death feud with the mercenary troops, he would have to let down his ancestors if these mercenaries turned around and killed him.

Therefore, unless it was absolutely necessary, he should not take the initiative to form this kind of life-and-death hatred. He just needed to think of a way to save Yangyang tomorrow.

That was what Feng Sheng thought, but if the other party wanted to kill him first, it would be another plan.

In the end, Feng Sheng managed to tie Andy Elliot’s hands and feet up without any effort. He also stuffed a large ball of vines into his mouth.

!!..

In order to delay the discovery of Andy Elliot, Feng Sheng dragged him deeper into the forest.

Feng Sheng swiftly tied Andy Elliot to a tree trunk.

Before he left, he said to Andy Elliot, who was crying for help but could not say a word,”

“You better pray that someone will find you soon after I save Luo Yangyang tomorrow morning.”

“Otherwise…” Feng Sheng looked at Andy Elliot’s right shoulder.” If your arm is crippled, you won’t be able to carry a gun anymore. If you keep bleeding for too long, you won’t be able to keep yourself alive.””

‘Saint Ascension! I’m not done with you! Sooner or later, I’ll shoot you!

Andy Elliot looked at Feng Sheng, who was calm and collected. He was fuming in anger as he roared in his heart.

If he had known that it would end up like this, he would have risked his life just now!

If he really lost an arm, he might as well kill him.

No matter how angry Andy Elliot’s eyes were, Feng Sheng did not take it seriously.

“There’s no need to glare at me. I know you must hate me very much now, but the bad thing is that you shouldn’t have provoked my woman!”

Feng Sheng’s cold eyes flashed.

Then, he ignored Andy Elliot, who was tied to the tree and glaring at him angrily. He turned around and left coldly.

Under the dark night sky and the scorching heat of Southeast Asia’s summer, Andy Elliot watched Feng Sheng’s tall figure leave step by step under the mottled shadows of the trees.

Silvery-white light shone down from the gaps between the branches. Every ray of light allowed Andy Elliot to see Feng Sheng more clearly. At the same time, it also increased his hatred for Feng Sheng.

When Feng Sheng returned to the restaurant, the dishes were already on the table. Lancelot had already started eating.

Once Feng Sheng reached the second floor, he saw that Lancelot was still eating with relish. He picked up the food with his chopsticks and ate happily.

Feng Sheng walked closer to take a look. There was stir-fried pork with beans, stir-fried pork with shredded potatoes, and a slightly more expensive dish than the first two, boiled beef.

The three ordinary home-cooked dishes were eaten with great relish by Lancelot. He thought that the dishes in this dirty restaurant would surprise him.

As expected, the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

When Lancelot saw Feng Sheng return, he finally stopped his chopsticks.

He sized up Feng Sheng and was relieved when he saw that Feng Sheng was fine.

“Did you meet Andy Elliot?”

Feng Sheng had just left. He was unfamiliar with the place and did not speak Japanese, so he did not dare to walk around.