"And then?"

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

"Then, take the opportunity to destroy your own mafia."

Pushing his forehead again, Song Bingjue glanced at the mafia members who had drawn their guns and pointed them at him and Han Xiu, and showed a smile:

"You only know how to build prestige for the mafia, but you don't know how to buy people's hearts completely. Can you rule a gang by brutal means? Leon, you are really naïve. ”

Han Xiu, who was surrounded by the group, did not have a panicked face, he clapped his hands calmly, and the surrounding mafia put down their guns.

At this time, Leon's face on the chair instantly became extremely ugly, he only thought for a few seconds, and immediately asked:

"Who did it? Cal? Or Wilson? ”

"Looks like you're not that stupid either."

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 take its place. I just gave them a small profit, and they did so much for me. ”

"Song, you're really smart."

Leon's face became more and more gloomy after figuring out the trick, and he turned the gold ring set with rubies on his hand:

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

"It doesn't matter, the important thing is that you're going to die here."

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

"When this time comes, won't you bring someone over to reinforce your master?"

"Don't come!"

Realizing that Song Bingjue was letting his cronies rush over from Fort Corsica, Leon yelled.

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

The two stared at each other for a moment, but Leon suddenly laughed strangely:

"Do you think I didn't hold back? I told you that if you cheated, kill that woman immediately. Even if I go underground, I will pull your beloved woman to bury 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 grief in his expression:

"Congratulations, you successfully offended Shen Yu. I don't have the consciousness to avenge Mu Goodnight, but Shen Yu, a poisonous snake...... I'll just wait to see the day when the mafia will be devoured by the snakeheads. ”

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

His completely indifferent appearance stung Leon's heart, and he couldn't believe that his plan was a bamboo basket for water!

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

Song Bingjue's face did not have a trace of unexpectedness.

It was only at this moment that Leon believed what he said to himself that he didn't care about good night.

Two pupils as cold as green glass beads turned around, Leon suddenly laughed softly, and he raised his eyes to look at him:

"Song Bingjue, you are really thoughtful, I didn't expect that you actually made a game for me with the existence of Mu Goodnight! I thought you liked her from start to finish...... This time, you're really playing tricks on me! ”

Seeing the instantaneous reversal of the situation, Ya couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, his wound was now medicated and bandaged.

He looked at the mafia members who were also standing in the hall with uncertain expressions, and lightly proposed:

"I suggest that you better rush over and save Leon at this time."

"And let you get out, won't you?"

The leader was 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 petty characters like us, we should rush over and protect your master."

Seeing his intentions, Mu Wan'an, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly spoke, and she smiled sarcastically:

"This time it's not just the contradiction between Song Bingjue and the mafia, it's not good, it's actually civil strife. What Karl, what Wilson, should be waiting outside at this time to rush up and end up with him, right? ”

The look of the leader shook even more, and Mu Goodnight took advantage of the victory to pursue the tunnel:

"Of course, you can choose to kill us, but this is exactly what Song Bingjue wants—Leon will not only have to deal with civil strife, but will also suffer full revenge from the smugglers...... Ah, no, at this time, your master doesn't know if he's still alive? ”

As the dust settled on her last word, the TV screen suddenly couldn't show anything, apparently the camera had been destroyed over there.

Under the battle between heaven and man, the mafia led by him finally made a choice, he glanced at the man who was guarding behind Mu Wan'an with an unkind face, and withdrew from Fort Corsica with most of the people.

The rest of the people chose to ignore the figure of Mu Wannight and Ya supporting each other to leave, and the two left here step by step, openly.

The general weight was pressed on Mu Wan'an's body, and Ya used a long knife to pestle the ground to barely maintain his balance.

Seeing that his face was getting worse and worse, Mu Wanxin was very anxious, and finally took her to the street, wanting to ask for help, but was avoided by most people.

When he was taken to the clinic, the doctor saw that both of them had large blood stains on their bodies, and he was not willing to reach out to help them.

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

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

“……”

He had a lot of gas coming out and less gas coming in, and he had been barely maintaining his state by doping before, and there was no way to answer her question at this time.

"Ya...... You can't die! Don't go to sleep, just wait, I'll find someone to save you!" ”

Helping him to a long wooden chair, Mu Wan'an wept as she wiped away the blood stained on her face, and she only took two steps before she fell to the ground again—the effect of the muscle relaxant had not completely dissipated.

She stood up on the ground, only to see an Italian policeman in a police uniform with a big belly in her field of vision.

And the doctor who was unwilling to treat the doctor in the clinic before was shouting about the situation with the police:

“…… They were covered in blood, one was shot, and I suspect it was a mafia criminal......"

She was completely flustered, the reputation of the Italian police is really not very good, this group of people are vegetarian, make a big fuss, collude with the mafia, and try to get benefits from the mafia...... She must not let Ya fall into their hands!

took Ya's dagger and stabbed him in the thigh, Mu Wan'an endured the severe pain and helped Ya up again.

Her forehead was covered with sweat, and it was a bit reluctant to fight against the medicinal properties in her body while carrying the weight of an adult man.

"Put me down, put me down......"

Ya, who also realized that something was wrong, said intermittently, he opened his eyes and looked at the woman whose clothes were soaked with sweat:

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

"What a stupid thing!"

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

She led him into the alley, looked back, and found no blood, and the injury on her thigh should be fine.

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

Turning her head to touch Ya's forehead, who had been completely unconscious, she looked at his bleeding wound and regretted for the first time that she had not studied medicine in the first place.

This is not a place to stay for long, she looked around the alley, found a small cart in the courtyard of a house that seemed to be abandoned, and knocked on the door with her teeth.

"What's the matter?"

The master poked his head out of the window and stared at her with a wary expression.

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

He took a bracelet from his hand and handed it to her, which Leon ordered to put on her, and Mu Wan's face was almost pleading:

"My dad loved these things. I've been looking for a long time today, and I was almost robbed. I hope you can do me such a favor. ”

Taking the bracelet, the host looked at the water head and reluctantly agreed, and Mu Wan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

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

"Good night?"

Grand Hotel Ricasori.

At this time, the situation was very dangerous, and his henchmen arrived with Leon's men and formed a confrontation with Song Bingjue and others.

Song Bingjue glanced at Leon, whose face was as gloomy as water, and smiled coldly:

"It seems that your men didn't completely obey you, and even left them behind."

“……”

Knowing that if this stalemate continues, the final result will be at most Song Bingjue's injury, and his vitality will be greatly damaged, and he may even be stabbed again by those two traitors, Leon said with a gloomy expression:

"I think it's time for us to reconcile."

"That's up to you to see if you can get the corresponding chips."

The current situation is completely reversed, Song Bingjue has regained the initiative, and he looked at Leon who was very unwilling:

"I want you to swear by the glory of the ancestors of the mafia, from now on you will never threaten Mu Wan's life, and you will no longer interfere in her life."

"What are you? Did you put me with you again? ”

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

"You are really good acting and eloquent!"

Hearing him grit his teeth, Song Bingjue didn't see the slightest smugness in his expression, he just put a gun on his forehead and signaled him to settle down:

"Swear. One more minute of delay, and you'll have one less chance of winning. ”