At the same time that the lobby manager introduced the scum of the Casa Monica family, Ye Tian had secretly opened the perspective and thoroughly saw these mafia scum.

Except for the unlucky stall owner who completely lost his mind, there were five people on the other side, three of whom were in their twenties and thirties, and the other two were about forty years old.

The two older guys stood in front, and the remaining three scum stood in the back, each with a look of anger and greed shining in their eyes.

Judging from the position of several of them, as well as their clothing and temperament, the two guys in their forties should be the leaders of this gang of scumbags, and the rest of the scum are horses and thugs.

The two leaders each had a pistol and a dagger hidden on their bodies, and the scum in the center of the back also had a USP pistol, which was inserted under the armpit and the bullet was loaded.

The remaining two young scumbags each carried a dagger, which was flickering and extremely sharp.

The guns found on the bodies of these scumbags, as early as Ye Tian expected, he didn't feel the slightest surprise.

Although both Italy and the United States have mafia, the situation is different.

In the United States, the mafia will not murder police officers and judges to offend state authority unless absolutely necessary, for fear of causing fierce police resistance and frenzied sweeps and repression.

But in Italy, the opposite is true.

The Italian mafia has a long tradition of assassinating police officers and judges, in order to thwart the exuberant energy of the police and make them afraid to suppress the mafia too much.

Because of this, these scumbags from the Casa Monica family in front of them were able to enter the hotel with guns and daggers and come to Ye Tian and them.

Out of concern for their own safety, the Italian policemen inside and outside the hotel, although they knew that these scumbags were mafia and did not come well, did not search them.

In an instant, Ye Tian had already grasped the situation of these mafia scumbags, and then retracted his gaze, ending the perspective, and at the same time raising his vigilance.

As soon as the hotel lobby manager's voice fell, he glanced at these mafia scumbags, and then said with a smile:

"Good evening, gentlemen, it is a pleasure to meet you here, I am Steven, I have admired the Casamonica family of Rome for a long time, and I did not expect to see you here.

I don't know what you're looking for me? You want to talk to me about something? I don't have anything to do with the Casa Monica family, I never expected it to attract your family's attention, I'm very curious."

The two mafia leaders glanced at each other, and the guy on the right stepped forward and said with a smile:

"Good evening, Mr. Steven, welcome to Florence, I'm Tony, from the Casa Monica family in Rome, and we're happy to meet you, it's an honor.

You're right, the Casa Monica family didn't really have anything to do with you before, and they never had anything to do with you, but now it's a different story.

Simon is a friend of our Casamonica family, and it is he who invites a few of us today to talk to you about the attribution of Botticelli's portrait."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Simon, the unlucky stall owner who was ransacked by Ye Tian this afternoon.

This fellow, who has completely lost his mind, could be a friend of the Casa Monica family?

You scumbags are not flies chasing the smell of money and smelling money, driven by greed, they took the initiative to find this unlucky bastard, and under the guise of standing up for him, they are ready to make a lot of money!

Ye Tian secretly complained a few words disdainfully, and saw through at a glance what these scumbags were thinking.

Of course, this is his mental activity and cannot be resorted to verbal!

Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Tian glanced at Simon's idiot, then shook his head with a chuckle and said:

"It's a pity that you're too late, gentlemen, that portrait of Botticelli has been sold by me to the Academy of Fine Arts in Florence, and the deal has just been completed for 80 million euros.

I said earlier in Piazzale Michelangelo that I would work with the Academy of Fine Arts in Florence to study and identify that classical oil painting, and the results have been released, and it is indeed the work of the master Botticelli.

And that painting is very important, it has a very high academic research value and artistic value, and as soon as the appraisal results came out, Mario from the Academy of Fine Arts proposed to buy it, and we immediately reached this deal.

The contract for the sale of the classical oil painting is now in the hands of my lawyer, and the 80 million euros has been remitted to my bank account, and everything is going very well!"

Hearing Ye Tian's words, Simon immediately became anxious and screamed directly, as if he was crazy.

"What? You have already sold that oil painting, how is this possible? That classical oil painting belongs to me, the 80 million euros belong to me, and it does not belong to you, a thief of all evils!"

While screaming frantically, Simon tried to rush forward with blood-red eyes, but was stopped by two of Tony's men in time.

Ye Tian looked at Simon coldly and these mafia scumbags, his eyes were full of disdain, and there was a fierce murderous intent flashing in the depths of his eyes.

Standing in front of Ye Tian and Betty and around Cole, they instantly raised the alert level to the highest, vigilantly staring at those few mafia scumbags, ready to strike at any time.

The Italian policemen in the lobby of the hotel were all crying out at this time, and they were extremely nervous.

They were also on high alert, keeping a close eye on the situation here, and a few of them had even put their hands in their arms and grasped the handle of their pistols.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the hotel lobby had become extremely tense, and the air seemed to be filled with the choking smell of gunpowder, which could be completely detonated by a spark.

The scene was quiet, Simon no longer roared, just stared at Ye Tian, his eyes were full of hatred, fear and despair.

Those mafia scum didn't say a word, their faces were as black as the bottom of the pot, and they were extremely ugly, as if they had died of their own father!

After a moment, Tony said with a gloomy face:

"I didn't expect you to move so fast, Steven, I admire you, but it's okay, since the oil painting has been sold, let's talk about the ownership of the 80 million euros......"

He was about to continue, but was unceremoniously interrupted by Ye Tian.

"There's nothing to talk about, Tony, the process by which I bought that classical oil painting was perfectly legal, and there were many people on the scene who could testify, including two Italian gendarmes.

Naturally, I also have the right to dispose of that classical oil painting, no one has the right to interfere, the 80 million euros belong to me, no one wants to covet it, it is no fun at all.

I know very well why you are here, so I will not point it out here, lest you not look good on your face, and here, I advise you, it is better not to get involved in this matter.

There is so much to say, it's getting late, we're going back to rest, and I wish you all a great night, goodbye!"

After finishing speaking, Ye Tian walked forward with Betty, too lazy to deal with these mafia scumbags.

Cole and the others immediately followed, guarding around Ye Tian and Betty, and walked towards the elevator room together.