Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

"you're so boring."

After wrapping up the quilt, Mu Wan'an walked away in disgust, with her back to him:
"I think you like Song Bingjue, right? Paying close attention to him..."

ten……"

There is nothing to say about this woman's brain circuit, and Leon's focus has never been here.

He suddenly thought of something, and put his backhand beside her:
"I can give you more things to stay with Song Bingjue. You will be the absolute hostess in Corsica Castle. There will be no other women around me. You will be the most honorable woman in all of Italy. Leave him, Just stay by my side."

"Stop playing, can you? If you don't sleep, I will sleep!"

I was so annoyed to death, Mu Wan'an raised her head from under the quilt, sleepiness was written all over her face:

"If you want to prove that you are better than Song Bingjue, you have to go through legitimate channels. What is a woman? Do you think you are a duck?"

"No one has ever dared to say that about me."

Unexpectedly, she would say that, Leon's face suddenly darkened, and he grabbed her neck:

"Don't think I'll spare you for Song Bingjue's sake."

He suddenly changed his face, and Mu Wan'an was really taken aback. After feeling the real force on his neck, he tried his best to keep calm and said:

"If you really kill me, what are you going to do with Song Bingjue? I think what you want is to surpass him, not to let you and his forces both lose?"

"It's not a good thing that women are too smart."

This sentence seemed to work, she saw a smile on Leon's face, and then the strength on her neck was relieved.

After he let go, Mu Wan'an coughed for a long time before she felt that her breathing became much easier.

He was no longer in the room, Mu Wan'an breathed a sigh of relief, and hugged the quilt tightly.

Being around a moody person like Lyon, who regards human life as nothing, really needs to raise the spirit of 12 points.

At sunset, the city of Florence is covered with a thick layer of orange, and many of the preserved buildings are filled with the humanism of centuries ago.

When he set foot on the tarmac of a rich man in the local area, Song Bingjue lost a lot of weight compared to the previous few days. After he simply thanked his master, he took Han Xiu and left here.

As soon as he walked out of the gate, a large group of people quickly surrounded him, everyone was wearing a meticulous black handmade suit, with a solemn expression.

"It seems that you really value me."

Looking around for a week, Song Bingjue saw many familiar faces, and he smiled coldly:
"Most of the elites of the Mafia were called out by you. I really have a good face."

"After all, you are the only one who deserves to compete with me for so many years. You don't need such a high salary, I'm sorry for your strength."

Accompanied by Leon's arrogant voice, a figure broke through the crowd and walked in.

Leon was wearing a black shirt, with a pale face and red lips like blood, like an emissary from hell in the dusk.

He smiled, as if welcoming a friend he hadn't seen for many years:

"Welcome to my paradise."

They came to the city's premier Ricasoli Hotel, a luxurious establishment controlled by the Mafia.

In the face of Song Bingjue's cold eyes, Leon turned a blind eye to him. He showed a hospitable young man to life, and even made a polite gesture of invitation when Song Bingjue stepped into the hotel door.

He led them into the entertainment venue on the second floor of the hotel—a casino, in fact.

The once bustling and bustling place is now deserted, and Song Bingjue couldn't tell what the lunatic was thinking, so he just stood where he was and didn't sit down.

For his vigilance, Leon did not show any dissatisfaction, he sat down on the main seat, and took a remote control from his subordinates:

"Don't look at me with such eyes, you know, your beloved woman is still in my hands."

He shook the remote control in his hand, and then showed a nasty and perverse smile:

"When you get here, you have to listen to me. I'm not happy, and I can kill her at any time-it's not impossible for me to do this kind of thing. Even, the night before you came, I almost killed her she."

"It seems that you don't want to keep the Mafia's position in Italy at all."

His words were half-truth and half-false, Song Bingjue frowned, his ferocity and hostility suddenly erupted, and several mafia members who were not far behind him were a little startled.

For his reaction, Leon had already expected it, and he showed a weird and winning smile:
"You are really naive. You actually think that getting close to a female celebrity will make me relax my vigilance."

He played with the remote control in his hand and said casually:
"I noticed this woman when you brought her back to Yulong Bay just now. I thought she was just a plaything of yours, but I didn't expect you to be attracted to her? Or, you knew her from the beginning?"

"It seems that your investigation is not very accurate."

He leaned on the table and stared at Leon from such a long distance:

"Or, the Mafia's capabilities are nothing more than that."

"Don't try to provoke me. I guess you don't want to see the consequences."

Somewhat angry, Leon didn't show his face, he pressed a button on the remote control, and a monitoring screen began to appear on the big screen behind him:

Mu Wan'an, who was lying on a bed that looked like an operating table, seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. The pale light hit her face, and she was lifeless.

"What's up with her?"

She looked like a dead person now, Song Bingjue couldn't help clenching his fists, his eyes were like Li Falcon:

"Leon, I advise you to hand her over honestly. Offending Dragon Palace and Snakehead, forming a pincer attack, I don't think this is the result you want."

"Who knows?"

Shrugging his shoulders indifferently, Leon stood up, went to the wall and did not know what mechanism was pressed, and a wall was slowly moved away, revealing a booth displaying swords and daggers.

"This is a treasure that I have collected for many years."

Taking out a samurai sword from it, Leon pulled out the scabbard, pointed the blade at Song Bingjue, and said wildly:

"We competed for three rounds, two out of three rounds, if you win, you can take her away... If you lose, she can only stay here forever."

"Better than what?"

He agreed without hesitation, which surprised Leon.

"It seems that this woman holds an extraordinary place in your heart."

"Isn't that what you know?"

With a sarcastic smile, Song Bingjue glanced roughly at the weapon in Leon's hand:

"Yaodao Murura, it turns out that you stole it."

"Cold weapons, sniping, and close combat."

After reporting these three items, Lyon had a conceited smile in his tone, and he continued to introduce the game where he made the rules:
"Both cold weapons and sniping can effectively determine the score, but in close combat, you can't tell the winner unless you fight to the death. Song Bingjue, you have to think about it. If you lose, I will press the switch. Reagent It will be injected directly into her body."

Seeing Song Bingjue's eyebrows furrowed almost invisibly, Leon felt inexplicably satisfied, and he gloated and said:
"There is another method, as long as you bow your head to me and say that you are not as good as me, I can let her go. The middle link is directly omitted, what do you think?"

"Come directly."

He refused the second method without thinking about it. Song Bingjue pulled out a knife from the wall, tried it in his hand, and quickly recognized the knife.

It turned out to be the sword placed in the Kanda Shrine——Amazono Yun.

"You are really insane."

He glanced roughly, and all the knives on display here were famous knives, which must have been stolen by Leon himself one by one.

"The competition has begun, how can you be so sloppy!"

Leon, who was holding the knife, became serious from the moment Song Bingjue picked it up. He raised the knife and slashed at him, but he gently avoided it.

For the first half of the time, Song Bingjue only defended but did not attack, and Lyon attacked layer after layer, all of which were easily avoided by him.

This made Leon very unhappy. While continuing to swing the knife, he asked sharply:
"Why don't you fight back? I didn't let you take the knife to let you play this boring game with me! Fight back!"

"What are you in a hurry for?"

While leisurely parrying his head-on blow with a knife, Song Bingjue said leisurely:
"It's not easy to get this world-famous knife, of course I have to watch and play with it."

"Are you provoking me on purpose?"

Lyon, who had several opponent experiences with Song Bingjue, knew that this was his usual routine, and continued to slash and attack vigorously, but his expression became more and more sullen:
"The Chinese are really despicable!"

"Since you already know my intentions, just don't get angry."

With a smile on his face, Song Bingjue looked at Leon's gloomy face, and gently dodged the hand holding the knife, bypassing the blade and hitting Leon's wrist forcefully with the blade.

Although this blow did not make the knife in Leon's hand slip, it also slowed down his offensive.

The previous meticulous offensive has now been relaxed.

Seeing the ruthlessness in his eyes, Song Bingjue knew that he was completely irritated by himself this time, and his hands showed some flaws several times, so he hit his wrist again, forcing him to let go of the knife.

"Boom-"

As the knife was slapped to the ground, Leon's face became more and more ugly. Just as he was about to pick it up, he heard Song Bingjue say indifferently:
"The wrist was just hit twice like this, and the knife was released. This can be regarded as a real swordsman? Leon, your old godfather of the previous generation didn't teach you well."

As he spoke, his knife was placed on his neck again with lightning speed:
"This game, you lost."

"It's all because of your deceit!"

Leon was very unwilling to allow him to win the first prize on his own territory, and his arrogance at the beginning also restrained a little:
"I didn't expect you to grow a lot in the past few years. I underestimated you."