Lan Feng had just finished playing golf with two old friends. He played well today and beat his two friends. He was in a good mood and was sitting in the car humming a tune.
The car returned to an intersection in the villa area, and suddenly several cars rushed out from the front.
He was startled, his expression changed instantly, and he didn't know what was going on.
The accompanying bodyguards immediately got out of the car and surrounded Lan Feng's car.
Zheng Yan slowly walked down the middle and walked to his car, "Mr. Lan, please get out of the car and walk with me again."
When Lan Feng saw that it was Ling Ang's people, he asked displeasedly: "What are you going to do?"
"You'll know when you go there."
"I won't go." Lan Feng turned away. At worst, the two sides would fight to the death.
"Okay." Zheng Yan uttered a word without any emotion, and slowly walked aside.
Suddenly, several people came out with several buckets of stuff in their hands and threw them on the bodyguard and his car.
The bodyguards immediately panicked and shouted, "This is gasoline."
Lan Feng's expression changed drastically, "Why are you throwing gasoline on me?"
Zheng Yan blinked and smiled faintly, "Mr. Lan, your son just used this trick on our boss. I don't know how he would feel if I took revenge on his father."
As he spoke, he took out a lighter and shook it in front of the car that was soaked with gasoline.
Lan Feng was both nervous and angry, and immediately said: "I'll go with you to see Ling Ang."
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Lan Feng was brought to Ling Ang by Zheng Yan.
Ling Ang looked at Lan Feng indifferently, with a graceful curve on his face, but without a smile, "Uncle, I'm really sorry for frightening you."
Lan Feng also smiled and said, "Ang, we are relatives. If anything happens, why don't you just ask me to come to Ling's house? Why do you need so much effort?"
"My uncle's status is so noble, how can you highlight your status without doing anything?"
"Ang, what are you talking about? We are all our own people, there is no need to be so polite." Lan Feng pretended to be polite.
Ling Ang stared at him closely, with sharp hatred in his eyes, as if hidden in glass, "One of our own?...Then why did you drive our family away and kill them all?"
The hatred in Lan Feng's eyes was like the light of a sword in the dark night, making people unconsciously feel a little afraid.
This Ling Ang shouldn't be here to settle his father's debt at this time.
A slight strand of sweat broke out on his forehead, "Ang, actually, I really didn't mean to kill your family back then. I just wanted to stop you from seeing dad."
"Really?" Ling Ang's tone was vague and a little weird, "So I blamed you wrongly?"
"It's not a mistake, it's just a misunderstanding."
Ling Ang looked at him deeply, with an unmistakable smile on his lips, "Okay, just think I misunderstood. Uncle, don't be so nervous."
Ling Ang winked, and one of his men walked over, holding a needle in his hand.
Lan Feng was startled and asked quickly: "What is this?"
He said calmly: "Uncle, you are so panicked. I'm just giving you a sedative to calm you down."
Of course Lan Feng knew that the shock contained in it was definitely not a sedative, and his expression changed instantly, "What on earth is this?"
Ling Ang pursed his lips coldly, ignored him, and made a video call.
Immediately after the call was dialed, Lan Yuchi's indifferent voice came, "Ling Ang, there is nothing to say between us."
"Yes, there is nothing to say between us, but there is a lot to say between you father and son."