Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

"and then?"

Without the slightest sense of fear of life being threatened, Leon continued to ask.

"Then, take the opportunity to destroy your Mafia."

Pushing his forehead again, Song Bingjue glanced at the mafia members who drew their guns and pointed at him and Han Xiu, and smiled:
"You only know how to create prestige for the mafia, but you don't know how to completely buy people's hearts. Can you rule a gang well by relying on brutal means? Leon, you are really naive."

Surrounded by groups of people, Han Xiu didn't show panic on his face. He clapped his hands calmly, and the surrounding mafia all put down their guns.

At this moment, Leon, who was sitting on the chair, turned extremely ugly instantly. He only thought for a few seconds, and immediately asked:

"Who did it? Karl? Wilson?"

"It seems that you are not so stupid."

Couldn't help but sneer, Song Bingjue looked at this opponent who was invincible a few minutes ago:

"The Apennine Peninsula is such a big piece of cake, not only outsiders want a piece of the pie, but even your subordinates are eager to replace it. I just gave them a small profit, and they helped me do so many things."

"Song, you are really smart."

Having figured out the key points, Leon's face became more and more gloomy, and he turned the gold ring inlaid with rubies on his hand:

"However, only I am the direct descendant of the mafia family, and only I can legitimately inherit..."

"That doesn't matter, what matters is that you will die here."

When he said this, Song Bingjue showed a meaningful smile in the direction of the mafia member holding the video device:

"At this time, don't you bring people over to reinforce your master?"

"Don't come here!"

Realizing that Song Bingjue was sending his cronies over from Fort Corsica, Leon roared.

He stared at Song Bingjue viciously, his chest heaving heavily.

The two stared at each other for a while, but Leon suddenly laughed strangely:
"Do you think I didn't hold back? I ordered that if you cheat, kill that woman immediately. Even if I go underground, I will take your beloved woman to be buried with me!"

"Whatever you want."

However, Song Bingjue's reaction was not what he expected.

At such a critical moment, Song Bingjue just raised his eyebrows, and there was no sadness in his expression:
"Congratulations, you have successfully offended Shen Yu. I don't have the consciousness to avenge Mu Wan'an, but Shen Yu, a poisonous snake... I'll just wait and see the day when the mafia is completely swallowed up by the snake's head."

"Aren't you afraid that these words will reach Shen Yu's ears?"

His indifference stung Leon's heart, he couldn't believe that his plan was nothing!

"Why should I be afraid? Do you think that I will let Shen Yu's people see him alive?"

There was no unexpected look on Song Bingjue's face.

Until this moment, Leon didn't believe what he said to himself that he didn't care about Mu Wan'an.

Two pupils as cold as green glazed beads turned back and forth, Leon suddenly laughed softly, he raised his eyes and looked at him:
"Song Bingjue, you really have deep thoughts. I didn't even think that you used Mu Wan'an's existence to make a game for me! It made me think that you liked her from the beginning to the end... This time, you really put me Play around and around!"

Seeing the instant reversal of the situation, Ya couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. His wound has now been treated with medicine and bandaged.

He looked at the leader of the Mafia who was also standing in the hall with an uncertain expression, and suggested lightly:

"I suggest that at this time, you'd better rush to save Leon."

"And let you escape?"

The leader felt entangled in his heart, and he reached for the gun at his waist, as if he was hesitating whether to kill these two people.

"Instead of wasting time on small characters like us, you might as well rush over to protect your master."

Seeing his intention, Mu Wan'an, who had been silent for a while, suddenly spoke, and she smiled sarcastically:
"This time it's not just the conflict between Song Bingjue and the mafia. It's not easy to say, but it's actually a civil strife. That Karl, Wilson, should be waiting outside to rush to finish him at this time, right?"

The expression of the leader was even more shaken, and Mu Wan'an took advantage of the victory to chase after him and said:
"Of course, you can choose to kill us, but this is exactly in Song Bingjue's arms—Leon will not only have to deal with the civil strife, but will also suffer from the snakehead's full force of revenge... Ah, no, at this time, your master doesn't know if you will still alive?"

As the dust settled on her last words, the TV screen suddenly couldn't display anything. Obviously, the camera was damaged there.

Under the battle between heaven and man, the leader of the mafia finally made a choice. He glanced at the man behind Mu Wan'an with a bad expression, and led most of them out of Fort Corsica.

The rest of the people chose to ignore the figure of Mu Wan'an and Ya supporting each other to leave, and the two left here step by step in a fair manner.

Most of the weight was on Mu Wan'an's body, and Ya used a long knife to stick to the ground to barely maintain her balance.

Seeing his complexion getting worse and worse, Mu Wan'an was extremely anxious, and finally took her to the street, wanting to ask for help, but was avoided by most people.

Taking him to the clinic, the doctor saw that both of them were covered with large bloodstains, and he was not willing to reach out to treat them.

Being kicked out again, Mu Wan'an looked at Ya who had fallen into a semi-consciousness, patted his face lightly, and asked in his ear:

"Ya, Ya, tell me quickly, did my brother tell you where you are meeting? You can't delay any longer!"

"..."

This time, he was breathing more gas, but not taking it in. He had been relying on stimulants to barely maintain his state, so he couldn't answer her question at this time.

"Ya...you can't die! Don't fall asleep, just wait, I will find someone to save you!"

Helping him to a long wooden chair, Mu Wan'an wiped away his blood stained on her face while weeping. She took only two steps before falling to the ground again—the effect of the muscle relaxant had not completely dissipated. go.

She stood up on the ground, but saw a paunchy Italian policeman in police uniform appeared in her field of vision.

And the doctor in the clinic who was unwilling to treat him was yelling at the police about the situation:

"...they were covered in blood, one was shot, I suspect it was a mafia criminal..."

She became completely flustered, the reputation of the Italian police is really not very good, this group of people eat nothing, make a fuss, have collusion with the mafia, and try to gain benefits from the mafia... She must not let Ya fall into their hands!

Taking the dagger Ya gave her and stabbing her thigh, Mu Wan'an held back the severe pain and helped Ya stand up again.

Her forehead was covered with sweat, and it was a little bit of a struggle to bear the weight of a grown man while fighting against the drug in her body.

"Let, let me down..."

Ya, who also realized that something was wrong, spoke intermittently. He opened his eyes and looked at the woman whose clothes were soaked in sweat:

"You...you leave first..."

"What nonsense!"

At this time, Mu Wan'an really didn't have the heart to argue with him, she seemed to hear the police's questioning not far behind her.

She led him into the alley, looked back, and there was no blood stain left, and the wound on her thigh should be fine.

Hiding in the alley, she watched the group of idle policemen casually search and leave, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Turning her head to touch the forehead of Ya, who had completely passed out, she looked at his bleeding wound and regretted for the first time that she didn't study medicine.

This is not a place to stay for a long time. She looked around the alley and found a small cart that seemed to be abandoned in the yard of a family. She gritted her teeth and knocked on the door.

"what's up?"

The master poked his head out of the window and stared at her warily.

"I want to buy that car, but I don't have the cash, can I give you this?"

He took a bracelet from his own hand and handed it to her. This was ordered by Leon to wear it for her. Mu Wan'an had an almost pleading smile on his face:
"My father likes these things very much. I searched for a long time today and almost got robbed. I hope you can do me such a favor."

After taking the bracelet, the master looked at Shuitou and reluctantly agreed, and Mu Wanan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She pulled the cart and walked a few steps, but a surprised male voice came from behind:

"Good night?"

Ricasoli Grand Hotel.

The situation at this time is very dangerous, and the confidants arrived with Leon's men, forming a confrontation with Song Bingjue and others.

Song Bingjue glanced at Leon, whose face was gloomy like water, and smiled coldly:
"It seems that your subordinates didn't completely obey you, and even left them and rushed over."

"..."

Knowing that if this stalemate continues, the final result will at most be that Song Bingjue is injured, and his vitality is seriously injured, and he may even be stabbed again by those two traitors. Leon said with a sullen expression:
"I think, now, it's time for us to reconcile."

"That depends on whether you can get the corresponding chips."

The current situation is completely reversed, Song Bingjue regained the initiative, and he looked at Lyon with a very unwilling expression:
"I want you to swear by the glory of the mafia ancestors that from now on you will never threaten Mu Wan'an's life, and you will never interfere in her life."

"What are you? Did you play me again?"

Unexpectedly, he made such a request. Leon was astonished, and then became more angry:

"You are really good at acting and eloquence!"

Listening to him gnashing his teeth, Song Bingjue didn't see the slightest complacency in his expression, he just pointed his gun at his forehead to signal him to be quiet:
"I swear. If you delay for one more minute, you will lose one point in winning."