There was a scream of surprise from the bathroom, it was the voice of Marlena, this woman, completely unable to believe that a miracle of time reversal had happened to her!

Her skin became smooth and soft, the wrinkles gradually faded, the scars on her body all scabbed off, and she felt that she was rejuvenated from the inside out, the vitality of youth!

Half an hour later, Joan of Arc led Marlena out again, and the woman's appearance was completely unrecognizable to Ye Fan.

She looked only about twenty years old, her hair was as black as a ribbon, her skin was white and flawless, there was no trace of wind and dust, and some were just girlish and youthful, beautiful and shy. Standing with Joan of Arc is like a pair of sisters. That's what she meant to be, a beautiful gypsy girl.

"Madam, congratulations on your return to your twentieth year. Ye Fan got up with a smile.

"This ...... It's a miracle...... Sir, are you an envoy sent by the Holy See?" Marlena didn't know Ye Fan's identity yet, she thought that this handsome and handsome Oriental man was also from the Holy See.

Joan of Arc lowered her head and muttered, "Mom, he'...... He's not. ”

"And ...... you?"

"I am the guardian of Joan of Arc. Ye Fan smiled, and did not explain the relationship between him and Joan of Arc, although the two had already had that kind of wrong relationship, but there seemed to be something between them.

Hearing his answer, Joan of Arc's eyes were a little gloomy, rubbing the corners of her clothes, and biting her lip.

"Then you must have been sent by God! Thank you, thank you, sir. Marlena thanked her repeatedly, her expression full of heartfelt joy and excitement.

She thought that she would be reduced to the dark alleys of Sicily for the rest of her life, and finally died tragically on a winter night like those old women who lost their value, but she didn't expect to usher in a rebirth, a complete rebirth.

"Can you go?madam?" After solving this matter, Ye Fan felt that his debt to Joan of Arc could be made up.

"Let's go...... No, I can't, I still owe them money......" Marlena suddenly thought of one thing, she was not free yet, she was standing here in large part to pay off the debt she owed to those villains.

Ye Fan frowned and asked, "How much money do you owe?"

"Twenty-four thousand six hundred euros...... They calculated it, I don't know why there are so many, probably it's a profit...... There's no way I'm going to pay it back in my life......" Marlena looked a little scared, and said what she was worried about: "They are members of the Italian mafia, and they are very cruel and fierce...... Even if I fled to Rome, they would kill me......"

"Italian?" Ye Fan couldn't help but think of Fernandez, that Italian was entrenched in Las Vegas at the beginning, and he was also full of evil, I don't know if he has anything to do with the Sicilian mafia.

"Yes, the Sicilian mafia, which rules all of Italy, I can't leave, I'm going to cause you trouble......" Marlena shuddered at the thought of those scoundrels.

Ye Fan glanced at Joan of Arc and sighed secretly in his heart, it seems that the matter is not over yet, and this peach blossom debt is not over yet.

"Where are they?"

"On Via Pisa, the Venetian Club...... His name is Padillo...... "Marlena told the whereabouts of these men.

Ye Fan walked to the door and left words as he walked: "Joan of Arc, talk to Marlena for a while, I'll be back soon." ”

"Where is he going?" the woman was still stupid and couldn't tell the difference.

"I'll find out when he comes back, can you tell me about my father?" Joan of Arc whispered about her father.

"Your father...... He's a good man......" Marlena's face flashed with memories, as if she had gone back to that afternoon in Rome more than ten years ago......

Ye Fan didn't have much effort to find Via Pisa, enter the Venetian Club, and grab a manager at random, search his memories, and find Padillo's whereabouts.

Unexpectedly, this time it was a no-brainer, the mafia boss Padillo was not here tonight, he went to attend an important ceremony. This ceremony turned out to be the wedding of Mati Ladaman, the godfather of the mafia!

Since he had encountered this good opportunity, Ye Fan simply went to take a look at these Italians and teach them a lesson.

On a private and enclosed beach on the outskirts of Teberani in Sicily, the sand is lit up with fireworks and lights.

Everywhere there are Italians in black suits and sunglasses, of course, these people are just bodyguards and little brothers, stationed on the perimeter of the beach to guard the bosses.

The sea is full of luxury yachts, and the white dining tables are displayed on the flat beach, with a pleasant fragrance of flowers, and a romantic and warm atmosphere.

Hundreds of key members of the Italian mafia, with their female companions, wives and children, celebrated here to celebrate the spring of their godfather, Matti Ladaman, and the new branches of the old tree.

"Brothers, ladies and gentlemen, the ceremony is about to begin, please be still. An old man with a bow around his neck walked up to the ceremony stage and rang the bell, and the scene immediately fell silent.

Italian mafia families usually choose to hold various ceremonies at midnight, which is said to have originated from the ancient European tradition of initiation, in the Middle Ages, people used to make vows in the early hours of midnight, join the organization, and continue to modern times, mafia families even weddings and funerals are set in the dead of night, all night carnival, until early morning.

The old man who presided over the ceremony was a veteran member who was deeply loved by everyone, and when he rang the ceremony bell, everyone quietly gathered around and stood by the flower bed, waiting eagerly. There are no priests, no churches, family gatherings are a sacred ceremony.

"Tonight is a good day for our beloved brother, Mati Ladaman, and we will have a new member of the Sicilian family, brothers, please take the stage for our Martí!"

The applause rang out enthusiastically, the crowd got out of the way, and Matty Radman, short and chubby in a tuxedo and curly hair, appeared!

The godfather who ruled the Sicilian mafia for more than ten years is now over half a hundred years old, and his ex-wife died in a gangster vendetta, and he has not continued for several years, and tonight finally ushered in the second spring of his life.

Matti Radhaman walked up to the ceremony platform with his cane in hand, holding his hands full of precious stones aloft and signaling for everyone to be silent.

"My dear brothers, I am glad that you are here, and I invite you to drink and not get drunk tonight, but before you meet your beautiful bride, my dear, Merica!"

The elongated voice of the mafia godfather drew a burst of cheers, and people looked behind, and from the red carpet that stretched to the deck of the luxury yacht, a woman holding flowers and wearing a white wedding dress slowly walked in.

"Sorry to interrupt!" In this joyful, sacred moment, it was suddenly interrupted by a dissonant voice.

On the ceremony stage, I don't know when, there was one more person.

Mati Radman was so shocked that he took two steps back, and immediately pulled out his pistol and aimed at Ye Fan.

Many of the guests below, after being surprised, all took out their pistols!

Even for important occasions such as weddings, they still have guns on their hands, which is the consistent style of the Sicilian mafia.

"Who are you, what are you doing here?" Marty Raddaman squinted his dark eyes and switched to English conversation.

"You should ask Fernandis about that. Being pointed at so many guns, Ye Fan still turned a blind eye, with his hands in his pockets, extremely arrogant.

Hearing the name Fernandez, Matti Radamane was suddenly shocked and his heart was pounding!

The Italian mafia family is mainly distributed in North America and the mainland, and maintains contact and cooperation with each other, a year ago, the territory ruled by Fernandez was completely wiped out by the United States, and even he himself is said to have died tragically in the South American jungle, and the root cause is to offend a big man!

This person, in the underground world of the East and West, has become a legendary figure, no one knows, no one knows, his name is called Huaxia Ye!

"You...... Are you Ye?" Marty Radamaman's thoughts spun rapidly, and he shuddered to say the name he feared the most at the moment.

Ye Fan was also a little surprised that this Italian actually knew where he came from.

"Yo, it seems that you are more intelligent and acquaintance, Lao Ma, your wedding will be held another day, I have something to talk to you about. ”

Matti Radhaman's face was cloudy, he knew that this person would never be provoked, but in front of many gangsters, how could he say that he would not do this wedding?

"Put down the gun. After a moment's thought, Mati Raddaman motioned for his men to put away their weapons first.

The muzzle of the black hole hole was reluctantly put down, but these Italians still held a strong hostility and stared at Ye Fan.

"What do you have to say? Just say it here!" Matty Radamaman gave the other party enough face, hoping that the other party could also give him some face, and after saying that, he continued to hold the wedding.

"Well, I'll ask you for a man, and this person is called Padiro. Ye Fan looked at the crowd below, his gaze inadvertently swept over the bride's face, his gaze suddenly condensed, and he never left.