The Port of Naples, also known as the Port of Napoli, is one of the main ports in Italy. Founded in the 6th century BC, it was once a summer resort for Roman emperors. Today, thousands of years later, it has become a well-known modern port in the world.

The bright stars are overshadowed by the lights that illuminate the entire harbor. Even though it was late at night, you could still hear the whistle of cargo ships leaving the port and docking. Many disembarking sailors patronize the bars along the shore in groups of threes and twos, and you can see staff of all colors shuttling through the less crowded lanes in the crowds of people coming and going.

The most concentrated place is the free trade zone between the commercial area and the fishing area. Although at this point, it is no longer possible to trade, but many cargo ships docked to unload their goods in the trading area in advance, so that they can be sold directly after the market opens early the next morning.

The porters who shuttled between the cargo ships and the trade area were mostly dark-skinned black people. In Italy, a country where racial discrimination is extremely common, it is rare for black people to reach the middle of society. Most of them come here to act as cheap labor, and some women contribute their own microblog power to the local 'sex industry'.

A supervisor on duty in the trade zone yawned in front of the container, and from time to time instructed the porter to place the goods in the right place. The wording is very ugly, and even the insults blurted out are accompanied by disgusting spitting stars.

Just when the supervisor once again scolded loudly because a porter had placed the goods outside the transaction. A young man with yellow skin approached him after looking around.

A stack of banknotes wrapped in an envelope was stuffed into the supervisor's hand by the young man. The latter turned his back and ran his thumb down the side of the bill through the opening of the envelope. A trace of excitement flashed in his eyes, but when he turned around, he still said to Xiao Young with a rigid face:

"It's not that I'm not accommodating, you have to know that the whole of Naples regards Cheng Xiong as a hot sweet potato. It's too late to hide! I've heard that the people he offended this time are not small. Even 'Kemora' didn't dare to provoke easily. I'm using my life to accommodate you, once the East Window incident happens......" Speaking of this, the supervisor gestured with the side of his hand to his neck. The blue eyes are mixed with a bit of 'contrived' exaggeration.

The little young man twitched the corners of his eyes painfully, and reluctantly took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket. When the other party was about to snatch the stack of banknotes with a bright smile, the young man deliberately flashed, leaned to his side, and said word by word:

"We have to go to sea immediately, we can't delay ......" The supervisor who heard this patted his chest and promised something. And muttered softly:

"Come in from Route Three, which is under my jurisdiction today. From the time the two met to the end, it only took three or five minutes. When the young man turned to leave and walked through the free trade zone, the supervisor disappeared.

The vigilant young man was cautious even when he walked through the trade zone. At the ramp around the corner of an alley, he stopped, looked back again, and then ran into the nearest house.

Cheng Xiong, who had already stood up, asked the other party about the situation as soon as he saw the young man who had gone and returned. After learning that the supervisors who used to 'call him brothers' took the opportunity to rip off the bamboo, he kept cursing something.

And Fujiwara Palace, which has been living in the inside, watched all this with cold eyes. It wasn't until a member of his own family who went out to guard came back to his side and nodded slightly that a trace of emotion flashed on the latter's face.

Obviously, when Cheng Xiong's subordinates went out to do errands, Fujiwara Palace, who was not at ease, was still looking for someone to follow him. It wasn't until nothing unusual was noticed that he let his guard down.

I waited anxiously in the house for more than 20 minutes. In fact, everyone here understands that it takes half an hour for the supervisors of the local port to come forward to 'find the ship', plus the arrangement and care. But in this situation, staying in Naples for a while longer is a torment for them.

Fortunately, this supervisor, who once 'called Cheng Xiong's brother and sister', did not 'cross the river and tear down the bridge'. After waiting for nearly ten minutes, the young man's mobile phone rang as he wished. The young man who picked up the phone only talked to him for a few words, and after hanging up the phone, he nodded slightly to Cheng Xiong.

Travel light. Cheng Xiong, who is in the industry, has long realized that such a day will come. Most of his assets are then converted into cash, deposited in Swiss banks or invested in other countries. The suitcase then contained only a few personal belongings and the necessary protective firearms.

In order to hide people's eyes, several people who successfully slipped out of Cheng Xiong's house walked along Road 3 towards the port in three groups. Each group is divided into Fujiwara people just in case. Of course, there are also intentions to spy on Cheng Xiong.

A fishing boat that went out to sea tonight to fish was docked in a commercial port that was not originally his own. The supervisors, who had just had contact with Xiao Young, stood at the shore and urged a few people to hurry up and get on the boat. When Cheng Xiong, the last group of people to arrive, greeted this person, the latter stepped forward with a smile and hugged Cheng Xiong, and hypocritically wished him a smooth journey.

After successfully passing through the first line ......of defense of the Italian Coast Guard, Cheng Xiong, Fujiwara Palace and others, who were originally in the cabin, were finally able to walk to the deck of the fishing boat and breathe fresh air.

"Your Excellency Fujiwara Palace, we will arrive on the high seas in about an hour and a half. You said that as long as we are on the high seas, you have a way to let us go safely. I see that you haven't been in touch with your family, will you ......" mixed with a bit of doubt, and when Cheng Xiong just finished saying this, Fujiwara Palace, who was smiling, turned his head and replied:

"You can rest assured, there will be a regular freighter passing by to pick us up. Looking at Fujiwara Palace's determined expression, Cheng Xiong, who was skeptical, showed a polite smile.

Cheng Xiong, who turned his head, couldn't help but look at the port of Naples behind him. Once upon a time, he was a well-known figure in this area. But now, like a lost dog, he fled from here. A little embarrassed, mixed with a little angry. If it weren't for the indecisiveness of the old guy in front of him, if it weren't for the ignorance from above, how could he Cheng Xiong fall into such a field?

However, when Cheng Xiong thought of the 'opponent's pervasive 'power', he was also much relieved. He just wanted it to pass. And the adversary, as they promised, stopped there......

Just as the fishing boat was about to arrive on the high sea, there were suddenly two more police boats escorting the sea on the pitch-black sea level. The hull of the large displacement is heading towards the fishing boat adrift in the sea at an extremely rapid speed. Fujiwara Palace, who got the news, frowned tightly, and suddenly ordered:

"Straight ahead, it's fifteen minutes from the open sea. ”