After discussing for a while, Xiang Feng and the others determined the division of labor.

Xiang Feng and Meng Haoyan were in contact with the mafia on the surface, while Li Chang and Song Yushu responded in the dark.

Although Li Chang's marksmanship cannot be compared with Xiang Feng, compared with these gangsters, it also belongs to the existence of the gun god level.

Li Chang, who is not good at close combat, has Song Yushu by his side to protect him, and the sniper rifle in his hand can exert the greatest power.

After arranging these, Li Chang and Song Yushu rushed back to the port of Crotone, Italy, overnight, and lurked in the top room of the highest building in the harbor.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Xiang Feng and Meng Haoyan also drove to the Crotone Harbor, and as soon as they arrived at the harbor, they saw that this side was all surrounded by mafia people, and there were construction and maintenance signs everywhere.

None of these mafia men were armed, but were responsible for maintaining law and order around the harbor.

"It seems that Garol is very confident in the people who are invited. Meng Haoyan saw that none of these mafia members were carrying weapons, so he couldn't help but speak.

Xiang Feng chuckled and said, "If it weren't for absolute confidence, how could they make an appointment with us?"

Xiang Feng and the two quickly drove into the harbor, and in the unloading area of the largest wharf in the harbor, a funeral procession consisting of ten Rolls-Royces was parked there, each Rolls-Royce was covered with white paper, and in the center of the convoy, there was a white funeral car.

I have to say that Garol is still doing a very good job at this point.

"That's Garol. Meng Haoyan pointed to a middle-aged fat man in front of the convoy and said.

Xiang Feng looked at Garol, who was about fifty years old, not tall, and fatter than Freeman, because he was so fat, his eyes were squeezed into a slit.

The slightly bald head and a hat that does not match the body shape look a little funny.

If he saw him alone in other places, Xiang Feng really didn't believe that this person was the godfather of the mafia, and he didn't even believe that he was a member of the gang.

Seeing Meng Haoyan and Xiang Feng appear, Jia Luoer's face sank suddenly, he glared at Meng Haoyan angrily, and said in a deep voice: "Demon Sword!

Meng Haoyan looked at Garol with cold eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Garol, you are still alive now, and you are already my subordinate to show mercy." ”

Garol and Meng Haoyan looked at each other, and each other's eyes spewed out sparks of anger.

One of them died with a son, the other with a dead brother, and the disputes between the gangsters have always been so cruel.

"Where is my eldest brother's body?" Meng Haoyan said through gritted teeth. Garol pointed to the funeral car and said, "It's in the car, if you don't feel at ease, you can go up and have a look." ”

"If you lie to me, I'll make you regret it!" Meng Haoyan glared at Garol hatefully, he rushed to the side of the funeral car in a few steps, opened the door and was about to get into the car.

As soon as he opened the car door, he felt a very dangerous aura coming from the door, and he couldn't think of an iron plate bridge kung fu, and his body almost kept a parallel line with the body.

At the same time, a sharp long knife grazed Meng Haoyan's body and cut over, Meng Haoyan kicked the car door, and the whole person quickly retreated, dragging out more than ten meters away, and broke out in a cold sweat.

If he hadn't reacted in time just now, I'm afraid he would have been cut in half.

"Huh?" the person who drew the knife snorted lightly, as if he was surprised that Meng Haoyan could dodge his attack.

He hid in the car, and did not leak a trace of breath, but waited until the moment Meng Haoyan opened the door before he suddenly attacked, but there was only less than a second of reaction time in between, and Meng Haoyan actually dodged.

The moment Meng Haoyan walked over and opened the car door, Galore had already fled into the first Rolls-Royce, and as soon as he got into the car, the driver drove out of the unloading area.

Xiang Feng was in no mood to pay attention to this fat man, he rushed to Meng Haoyan's side in a few steps, and looked at the white man who jumped out of the car with cold eyes.

The white man was about the same height as Xiang Feng, not burly, bald, and wore a simple set of sportswear.

In his hand, he held a sharp war knife that was three feet long.

The blades of the war knives were very thin, with a faint chill.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Crow. The bald man smiled.

"Crowe?" Xiang Feng felt a little familiar.

And at this time, Song Yushu's hurried voice came from Xiang Feng's wireless earphones: "Young Master, he is the god of death! The S-class killer of the Steven family!

"S-class killer?" Hearing this, a sneer appeared on the corner of Xiang Feng's mouth.

He looked at Crowe and sneered, "My name is Xiang Feng." ”

"It doesn't matter what your name is, I tell you my name just to let you know who died at whose hands. Crowe said slowly.

"I'll tell you the name, that's what it means!" Xiang Feng's fighting spirit became stronger and stronger.

Feeling Xiang Feng's fighting intent, Crowe finally took his attention back from Meng Haoyan.

Meng Haoyan dodged his killer blow and had already received Crow's attention, but now that he felt Xiang Feng's fighting intent and murderous aura, Crow understood that the young man in front of him was even more tricky.

Xiang Feng said slowly: "Old Meng, you go and rest for a while, and this person will be handed over to me." ”

"Let's be together. Meng Haoyan said with a sense of guilt.

He had never seen such a fast sword, and Crowe's speed was even better than his swordsmanship.

The world's martial arts are invincible, and only fast is not broken.

This Crowe's knife technique has been interpreted to the extreme.

Xiang Feng looked at Crowe and sneered: "Is it better than fists and feet or weapons?"

Crowe said coldly: "It's up to you to choose how to die!"

Xiang Feng waved his hand and made an empty gesture.

Crowe nodded knowingly, and said coldly: "Okay, then I will satisfy you!"

After speaking, Crowe shook his hand, and the war knife in his hand instantly stabbed into the body.

Crowe looked at Xiang Feng and said with a smile: "I'm afraid that I will make you desperate when I say it, I use weapons, just for convenience, you still have a chance to compete in weapons, and you don't have a chance to compete with fists and feet!"

"You really talk a lot of nonsense. Xiang Feng chuckled.

In fact, Crowe needless to say that Xiang Feng understands that as a killer, he naturally focuses on fist and foot kung fu, which killer will run around with a war knife all day long? I am afraid that even the safety supervision system of many countries cannot pass.

"You can die now!" Crowe's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and the whole person rushed towards Xiang Feng quickly.

"It's so fast!" Meng Haoyan, who was standing on the side, saw the speed of Crowe's performance, and his face suddenly changed greatly.

"Haha! It's good!" Xiang Feng laughed out loud and used the nameless fist technique.

The two of them went back and forth, and they were actually entangled together, their speed was so fast that it was dazzling, and the two of them fought for more than ten seconds, and quickly separated again.

The corners of Xiang Feng's mouth overflowed with a trace of blood, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "It is worthy of being an S-class killer, and his speed and strength are perfect." ”

"You're also very good, I really underestimated you. The contempt in Crowe's eyes had disappeared, and the placket of his right shoulder had been torn open, and there was a clear bruise on his right shoulder.

Crowe ripped off the entire sleeve of his right coat, he looked at Xiang Feng and asked, "What kind of kung fu are you?"

"Ancestral kung fu. Xiang Feng's answer was very simple.

Crowe nodded, saying no more.

The two of them kept a distance of five meters, neither of them took the lead in attacking, and there was an extremely oppressive aura in the air around them.

(End of chapter)