Chapter 294

Wang Yan's movements were very light, trying his best not to make a sound.

Although the night patrol people were not very serious and were just coping with their work, there were quite a few of them, basically everywhere. And that horny boy named Renato would also come over to peep from time to time.

Being discovered would be a big trouble; if things didn't go well, he would have to flee around Sicily, which would be much more miserable than his current situation. He was already quite lacking in status, and if possible, he didn't want to be even less so; it would damage the big brother image that he, Wang Mou, had maintained for many years, and he didn't like that.

Quietly sticking to the wall, bypassing the courtyard of Malèna's house, a rustling sound suddenly came. Wang Yan vigilantly bypassed to the side facing the seaside road, stood there quietly, and watched the figure climbing the wall.

Speak of the devil, Wang Yan knew with his toes that it must be that horny boy. He immediately hugged his arms and hid in the dark, watching that boy fiddling with the gaps to peep at his dream lover. After a long while, Renato changed several places but failed to find a gap as he wished. In a fit of anger, he fell from the second floor without paying attention. Then, after recovering for a long time, he left limping and dejected, heading home. He was still wondering; he had looked two days ago, so why was it not working now? Malèna wouldn't fix it, and these were all men's work?

Watching the boy's departing figure, Wang Yan shook his head. There were only a few places outside the second floor that could provide a foothold, and they were easy to block. When he returned tonight, he would just cut off the branches of the tree in the courtyard that stretched to the wall, and that would be fine. It was just that there was one more horny boy in the world who was thinking about women until his heart was itching, but couldn't see anything even if he wanted to peep...

Walking quickly along the buildings all the way, bypassing when encountering dogs, and hiding when encountering night patrols, he headed straight for the town.

In fact, the place where Malèna lived was not far from the town; walking normally would take thirty or forty minutes. The long time Malèna said was just to stabilize him so she could escape and find a way; she was just bullying him for not knowing the way. When eating, he had looked at the map, and seeing the situation around Syracuse, he was scared to death. Of course, he didn't make it public; that was just how it was, as Malèna couldn't stand being scared.

Although he took many detours and hid many times, his speed was not slow. Running, he arrived at the building complex outside the town in just over twenty minutes.

With the development of modern weapons, unable to withstand the frantic bombing, the fortified city had lost its main function and became a carrier of history, civilization, and culture. Coupled with the increase in population, it was only natural that the town began to expand outward, and now Wang Yan's location was just like that.

The security in the town and outside the town were definitely two different levels. After all, the rich and powerful big shots didn't live in the town, or they had their own men in the fortresses outside the city. Like this place outside the town, the night patrol personnel were indeed denser than in the countryside, but that was about it.

According to the route Malèna said, Wang Yan turned around and found a shop, and the tavern sign was standing at the door. Because the night patrol didn't allow lights to be turned on, nothing could be seen from the outside. But as long as he got close, he could hear the noisy clamor inside; no need to think, it must be foul inside.

It was using boards to block the light inside, which was considered giving face to the security officer. In the words here, everyone was friends and had a deep friendship.

Wang Yan didn't move around. He couldn't kill everyone inside, and it didn't exclude good-drinking ordinary people who sneaked over. It wasn't that it was easy to be exposed, but it was 100% exposed; tomorrow, the military police and such here would have to scrape him.

The Mafia can take root in Sicily because of credibility, and its ruling foundation is the law of silence that has been passed down in Sicily for hundreds of years. So ordinary people can't afford to offend mobsters, but mobsters won't bully ordinary people for no reason. On the contrary, they welcome people who come to drink, and they will provide help so that they have no worries when walking on the street; nothing is more important than money and friendship.

Of course, the surface is beautiful, and the actions are beautiful, but behind it, it's just the collusion between the mob boss and the local security officer, which is a benefit community from top to bottom.

Bypassing a circle, finding the back door in the alley, climbing into the courtyard of the house behind it, looking for a stone slab that was considered flat, he sat down regardless of whether it was dirty or not.

Since the light was blocked, the face of the back door should also be given. Although everyone knows that the mob boss has a deep friendship with the security officer and many big shots in the town, face work also needs to be done. So he waited patiently here, no rush.

When he set off from Malèna's house, it was 9:30, and it was around 10:00 when he arrived at this place. Wang Yan didn't have a watch; he closed his eyes and sat cross-legged there, listening to the movement around him while silently counting the time.

During this period, people came out of the back door one after another, most of them ordinary drunks who had to work tomorrow. It wasn't until after 12:00 that a large group of people came out from inside. They were in groups of three or five, talking and laughing, very wild. Wang Yan was too familiar with this look; sure enough, mobsters were all the same. It should be said that people were all the same; they all had the problem of showing off, especially a group of mobsters who relied on the three points of blood and courage they thought they had, running rampant.

Late at night, this place was considered a commercial area, but there were always people living there. These drunken little mobsters didn't care about that and were unscrupulous in their drunken madness. They spoke strange words and laughed loudly from time to time; God was the boss and he was the second, how mighty.

After another while, almost reaching 1:00, no one had walked out of the tavern's back door for a long time. In the dark night, Wang Yan opened his deep eyes that swallowed the darkness, stood up, patted the dust on his butt, shook his neck left and right, stretched his muscles and bones, and then kicked the wall to jump out of the courtyard. Looking at the dilapidated back door in front of him, he took out the Hanfeng from the space and made a knife flower.

Pushing and pulling, there was no lock, so he pushed it open directly, and Wang Yan walked in with a steady pace.

The space inside was not very large, and the yellow light reflected the lingering smoke that had not dissipated; the smell was not very good. Two people were diligently cleaning up the mess in the room. At a table in the corner sat four strong men, some drinking, some smoking, and some counting money with their heads tilted and cigarettes in their mouths.

Seeing Wang Yan enter, the eyes of the six people in the room looked over together. One person cleaning the table said: "Sorry, sir, we have already closed, please..."

Wang Yan smiled and raised his knife, making him swallow his polite words, and then turned around to close and bolt the tavern's back door. When he turned back, the four people at the table had already stood up, two of whom were even holding short-barreled shotguns, and the two cleaning lackeys also took out the sharp knives tucked behind their backs, staring at Wang Mouren like idiots.

The person who was seen counting money with a cigarette in his mouth just now threw away the cigarette butt, crushed it with his foot, and walked towards Wang Yan with a smile: "Let me see where the bad boy came from, actually running to my place to run wild."

Before, Wang Yan had been pressing his hat brim and lowering his head slightly. Now he raised his head, and the six people saw Wang Yan's face clearly.

Seeing the appearance and skin color that were different from their own, the man was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked at the others, and suddenly, the six of them burst into loud laughter, as if they had seen a huge joke.

After a while, the man wiped the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes: "I swear, this is the biggest joke I've seen this year."

"Yes, that's right, the funniest joke."

"A yellow-skinned monkey, actually daring to come to our place?"

"Look, what is he holding? It's actually quite good-looking."

The leader heard this, looked at the knife in Wang Yan's hand, and his eyes lit up. By intuition, this knife was very valuable. He looked at Wang Yan like a clown: "Hey, kid, tell me, what do you want to do?"

Wang Yan also looked at the big man in front of him with a smile, suddenly kicked out, and although he didn't use his full strength, he kicked the guy who was a circle stronger than him off the ground for a moment, and then he retreated several steps, hit the bar, and collapsed to the ground. Then he retracted his leg, stepped on the ground, turned around to avoid the trajectory, and rushed towards the two people behind who were pointing guns at him.

In a flash, the smiles on the faces of the two had not yet faded, and the big brother was kicked away. Then they saw the Oriental man approaching quickly with a knife, wanting to shoot, but before they could adjust the muzzle, they only felt a pain in their wrists for a moment, and then a wave of dizziness. Time became very slow. In a trance, they saw their own bodies, the position on their shoulders was empty, and they also saw the broken hand holding the gun slowly landing in the air...

Solving the two people at high speed, taking advantage of the momentum of his body landing, he twisted his waist and abdomen to exert force, and used an Iron Mountain Lean to lean the strong man against the wall and collapse to the ground. Then he avoided the two headless bodies spraying blood beside him, held the knife to his side, and looked indifferently at the two little brothers who were holding sharp knives and retreating in trembling.

Not until this moment did the two headless corpses fall to the ground one after another with a thud. The blood no longer sprayed, but gushed out, and in a moment, it was blood red on the ground.

Wang Yan jumped to avoid the blood on the ground, the tip of the knife rubbed against the ground, and he walked towards the two step by step.

Finally, the two could not bear the huge pressure, threw the knives far away, and knelt on the water stains they had created, begging for mercy. They were afraid that Wang Yan wouldn't understand, and in their anxiety and fear, they knew how to talk and gesture.

Listening to their pleas for mercy, Wang Yan just pretended not to hear. When he reached the two, he beheaded one with a knife. Feeling the scalding heat sprayed on his face, the other was screaming in fright, accompanied by a foul smell—he had defecated. Wang Yan kicked him down in disgust, not letting the boy scream anymore.

He had heard these people mocking and insulting him from the beginning, and not doing it the first time was just to distinguish which one could be left behind. Now that the situation was set, the remaining one leader, one little brother, and one little-little brother were much more harmonious.

Although he had been very careful, it was inevitable that he would be stained with sprayed blood. The main reason was that Hanfeng was too sharp, and he hadn't adapted to it yet. Plus, he hadn't cut off a head for many years, so he was a bit rusty and didn't control it well for a moment. However, this system product was indeed a boutique. He originally intended to find a cloth to wipe the knife, but when he looked down, all the blood on the knife body became droplets, dripping from the tip of the knife, very clean.

He swung the knife twice, confirmed that there was no residual blood on it, wiped it with a tablecloth, and then nodded with satisfaction. He casually threw the knife on the bar, took a bottle of Scotch whisky from the shelf, found a glass, poured half of it, and then took a small sip to feel its quality. He picked up the knife again and sat down at a table far away from the bloodstains: "Three, don't pretend to be dead anymore, come over here."

Hearing this, the one leaning against the wall in the distance, the leader leaning against the bar, and the little-little brother who had defecated, the three of them hurriedly crawled over, dragging bloodstains, and knelt in a row in front of Wang Yan.

This was not Wang Yan insulting the three of them; it was really that they couldn't stand up, they were scared out of their wits. They were mobsters, they were in the underworld, and they had indeed carried out executions for others, but they were either strangled or shot; very few people would use such ruthless methods, it was too terrifying. And the person in front of them cut off three heads without blinking; no one could calmly face such a devil.

Wang Yan used the knife to measure the three of them one by one, and then opened his mouth to speak: "How should I address you?"

"Sir, my name is Leo Correa." The leader lowered his head and stared at the devil's feet, not daring to look up.

"Sir, my name is Zoltan Giles." This was the strong man who was at the same table as the former at the beginning.

Only the last little-little brother remained: "Sir, my name is Magnus Gallagher."

Wang Yan's voice sounded indifferently: "Very well, then Leo, Zoltan, Magnus, please tell me, am I a yellow-skinned monkey?"

The three shook their heads in unison, trembling and outputting a burst of flattery, what kind of gentleman from the East this and that, licking him well.

Nodding with satisfaction, Wang Yan said: "Leo, you are the leader here, right?"

Leo hurriedly replied: "Yes, sir, if you have anything, just order it, we will definitely do it well for you. We will never let you down, I swear to God."

"How many people are in your organization? What business do you do? Who is the leader of your organization?"

"Sir, I have no intention of offending, but I don't know the number of people. My subordinates have eight people, Zoltan is one of them, and Magnus is with that person. They have other friends, and sometimes they will work with us. There are four people in our organization in the same situation as me, and the strength of the other three is much stronger than mine."

Leo wanted to live, so he said whatever he had, trying to show his value: "We do some smuggling of alcohol, the two brothels nearby and in the town, and several small casinos are ours. Sometimes we help friends solve problems and collect some rewards, that's about it. My leader is Don McDaniel."

"Don McDaniel?"

Leo thought this person didn't understand, so he explained: "Oh, sorry sir, Don is an honorific, which means the head of the family in Sicily. His full name is Adrian McDaniel."

Understood, they were doing the work of a traditional Mafia, not involving drug production or trafficking. Saying they were helping friends was nothing more than collecting protection fees or watching land for nobles.

"Very well Leo, look up at me!" Wang Yan stared fixedly at Leo's eyes: "Now, I will ask you a question, you must answer me honestly."

"Yes sir, I swear to God."

"Do you want to replace Don McDaniel?"

Leo stared at Wang Yan with wide eyes, waved his hand and said: "Sir, there are four other people..."

Wang Yan shook his head: "Answer me, do you want to or not."

Leo's expression struggled. Seeing Wang Yan reach out to touch the knife, he hurriedly nodded, took the opportunity to prostrate on the ground, and kissed Wang Yan's broken shoes: "I want to, I want to, please tell me what to do. I swear to God, whatever you tell me to do, I will do."

Wang Yan grabbed Leo's hair, lifted him up, pulled a revolver from his waist, and stared into his eyes: "Very good, Leo, I like your answer. You should be glad you didn't pull out this gun. Now, I need some money for an emergency, are you willing to help me, my friend?"

While speaking, he gently patted Leo's face, let him go, and signaled them to act quickly.

The three stood up, busily took out leather wallets and put them on the table beside Wang Yan, and then Leo ran to the table where they were sitting at the beginning and took all the money over. On the way, he stepped on the blood on the ground and fell hard.

Wang Yan counted all the money, put the bills into the wallet one by one, and put the coins in clearly. The wallets now were naturally not the style of later generations; after all, there were no bank cards, so how could they be the same? It was just a slot for paper money and a zipper slot for coins.

This money was more than 400 lira. According to the average monthly salary of 300 lira for Italians now, it was not a fortune, but it was about two months' wages for ordinary people. This was the money scraped from the three of them and the tavern's turnover today, all the money.

Putting the wallet away in his pants pocket, Wang Yan smiled with satisfaction: "This money is considered borrowed from you, and I will return it to you later. Zoltan, find a bag and pack some wine for me."

Seeing Zoltan quickly find a cloth bag and stuff the wine on the counter, Wang Yan was too oppressive here, and they didn't dare to breathe loudly. Now seeing this, he was about to leave, so they were hoping he would get out early.

Wang Yan didn't care, looked at the three standing honestly in front of him, and said indifferently: "Leo, find out clearly tomorrow where the other three people who are the same as you are, and also find out where your Don is. If everything goes well, tomorrow night you will be Don Correa, understand?"

"Thank you for your appreciation."

Wang Yan flicked the Hanfeng on the table with his fingertips, and the buzzing clear sound echoed in the room. His murderous gaze swept back and forth on the three of them, and after a long while, he said: "You won't let me down, right?"

This atmosphere was too scary, as if the next moment that knife, which looked very valuable, would fall on their heads, just like the three people behind who were already cold. Hearing him finally speak, they raised their hands in unison and swore: "I swear to God, please believe in my integrity."

"I believe you." Wang Yan nodded, stood up and said: "Don't open the tavern tomorrow, I will come here around 10:00, only the three of you are allowed to be here, understand?"

"Yes, sir."

Wang Yan didn't speak again, picked up the knife with one hand to pick the door bolt, and carried a full cloth bag of wine with the other hand, opened the door and walked out.

Seeing the devil disappear, the three of them hurriedly let out a long breath, sat on the ground in unison, and began to have their own little thoughts...

Because it was late at night and it was time to sleep, the night patrol people didn't know where they had run to squint. He still had space, and the wine and knife were in it, which didn't affect his actions, so he returned to Malèna's house very quickly.

Taking the wine out of the space and putting it on the table, by the moonlight, he used a towel to simply wipe his body, then ate some things, and then went upstairs to the bedroom adjacent to Malèna's to lie down and sleep...

Without sleeping for a few hours, his biological clock woke Wang Yan up early. He didn't get up, but continued to squint until the sound of footsteps next door sounded, and then he got up, put on his pants and shirt, and went downstairs.

Downstairs, Malèna was looking at the bag of wine on the dining table in a daze. Wang Yan's deliberately heavy footsteps woke her up. She turned her head and looked at the man walking down the stairs step by step, and asked boldly: "Did you get this back, sir?"

"Call me 'Wang'."

Malèna was a repeater: "Did you get this back, Wang?"

"Obviously, who else could it be but me?"

Wang Yan walked downstairs and looked at the clock; it was already past 9:00. Looking at Malèna's complexion again, it was clear that she hadn't slept well last night. It might be that when he came back, she was too exhausted to stay awake. It was understandable; after all, anyone who had a strong man in their house who talked about killing people would not sleep soundly, especially a woman who knew she was beautiful.

But speaking of this, Malèna was dressed very neatly today, covered tightly, and was no longer the slip dress full of charm that was half-exposed in front of Wang Yan yesterday. Not good, it lacked something.

"Cook, cook more, I'm hungry."

Wang Yan didn't bother with her, went to the washroom to wash his face, and used his fingers to brush his teeth with Malèna's toothpaste, which didn't feel very good. After a busy spell, he sat on the sofa he moved to the corner of the wall yesterday and started reading the Italian book.

After a good while, Malèna's meal was ready: "The meal is ready, sir... Wang."

Putting the book on the sofa armrest, Wang Yan stood up, walked to the dining table and sat down, took out the wallet from his pocket and put it on the table: "You take this money. After eating, you need to go to town to buy food, buy towels and toothbrushes, and buy me two sets of clothes to change."

After speaking, he started eating the Italian pasta bought yesterday in big mouthfuls. Malèna's craftsmanship was not superb, only average. Plus, he didn't like Italian pasta in the first place, so it was even more average; it was only enough to be full.

"Wang, people in town know I have a husband, he is a soldier. Buying it once will definitely be suspected, and if I buy it again, you will be in danger. So, I'll buy cloth and make it for you, okay?"

Wang Yan nodded in response without saying much. How could he not think of these things? It was just that he didn't care too much. Malèna's worry about his danger was definitely bullshit; it was mainly because she was afraid of being implicated, making her already bad situation even worse.

Malèna looked at Wang who ignored her, carefully picked up the wallet on the table, and seeing no reaction, she opened the wallet and looked at it.

After counting how much money there was, Malèna couldn't help but open her mouth wide, then looked at the wine on the side, and couldn't help but ask: "Wang, did you really go to that tavern?"

Wang Yan raised his head, met her big eyes, and then lowered his head to continue eating.

Not daring to ask again, Malèna put the wallet to one side, finished the meal with a bite here and a bite there, and after saying goodbye to Wang Yan, set off to town to buy things.

Wang Yan went upstairs to sleep after eating. He had to adjust his time; after all, he acted at night most of the time and slept during the day.

Time quickly reached the evening again. Malèna made a sumptuous dinner. Looking at the table full of things, she suddenly felt that if Wang didn't hurt her, then Wang's arrival was not a bad thing for her, but a good thing that couldn't be better. Look at what was on the table; one meal cost three days of hard-earned wages for others. She swore that even if her lieutenant husband was at home, they wouldn't be able to eat such a sumptuous dinner.

After sighing, just as she was about to go upstairs, she saw Wang just coming out. She said: "The meal is ready, Wang."

Wang Yan gave a hum, went downstairs and sat at the table, not having much concern for the food on it; mainly, he didn't have confidence in Malèna, just be full.

After working hard for a long time, Wang's reaction was flat, and Malèna was still a bit uncomfortable. Of course, she definitely didn't dare to say it.

"I've bought everything. After eating, I'll measure your body dimensions again, and I'll make you well-fitting clothes as soon as possible."

Seeing the suspicion in Wang Yan's eyes, she explained: "My craftsmanship was taught to me by my mother. She had a great tailoring skill. In the past, the clothes for my father and me were all made by her, and she was famous. Believe me, Wang."

Wang Yan nodded and ate. In the film, there was only her deaf father who was bombed to death in an air raid, but her tailor mother was not played. It was very clear that she died early.

Today's food was better than yesterday's, and the energy was more abundant. Wang Yan ate heartily. Except for Malèna eating some, the rest were eaten by him. He didn't know if those foreigners were really that pious to God. Even if they were really pious, he didn't know what configuration the other mobsters were. Eating more to nourish his spirit was never wrong. After all, killing people was a physical job.

However, it had to be said that after two days and one night of contact, Malèna seemed to have started to accept him. After all, the conversation had become dense. She was still mostly afraid when looking at him, but unable to resist, she had to learn to accept it.

He believed this was because his unparalleled charm had played a role, letting this beautiful European big ocean horse discover his goodness. It was definitely not because of his coercion, and even less because of other messy things. Of course, the word "big ocean horse" here definitely didn't have any insulting meaning; it was just a term to describe beautiful and charming foreign women, that's all.

After eating, under Malèna's puzzled gaze, Wang Yan began to carefully measure his body dimensions again, and then sat on the sofa in the corner of the wall to read as usual. Malèna took that place as her workbench and began to cut the fabric.

When it got dark and pedestrians didn't pass by from time to time, Wang Yan stood up and bypassed the surroundings of the house, cutting off all the branches of the trees that stretched to the second floor, dragging them into the courtyard and piling them together. He naturally wouldn't forget what he thought last night. Although it was only a child, he shouldn't always peep at his woman for no reason. It was already good that he didn't kill Renato.

He didn't have any obstacles. After all, over these many years, the number of people he had killed directly or indirectly, whether they were old, children, or women, was too many. He even cut his own people, let alone little foreigners.

After finishing the work, he returned to the room and sat down again. Looking at the woman busy in circles not far away, Wang Yan said: "How old are you?"

Malèna didn't expect Wang Yan to ask her this, was stunned for a moment and said: "Twenty."

"When did you get married?"

"At the end of last year, shortly after we got married, my husband went to fight."

Wang Yan put his hand on the sofa armrest, supported his head and looked at her: "How did you meet?"

After a long silence, as if recalling, she said: "That was when I was eighteen, at the entrance of the church..."

It was just a cheesy love at first sight. A young boy, a beautiful girl, they liked each other, slowly became familiar, and then it was a sweet love full of romance, and then naturally stepped into the marriage hall and became a legal couple.

He asked these things just to understand the actual situation; after all, the information known from the film was limited. Now that he knew Malèna and her dead husband only had two years of feelings, it was no big deal. In any case, Malèna's husband was definitely not coming back; after all, if that boy came back, where would he, Wang Mouren, go?

As for this age... let's just consider it reasonable; after all, Westerners develop fiercely. Twenty years old, so charming, it's justifiable. This age is still quite good; happiness is a must. After all, he is so good at acting like a person; the main reason is how long he can be happy. At the age of twenty, Malèna has to span the century. His goal is to let Malèna live for eighty or a hundred years, striving to live to the top of the 20th century, giving him time to develop well.

"A very romantic love story." After Wang Yan commented, he picked up the book on the sofa armrest and flipped through it.

Malèna knew the conversation was over, let out a light breath, and couldn't help but think of the male protagonist of the story. Was he safe on the battlefield? Was he missing her just like she was missing him...

"Turn off the lights!"

Time passed quickly, and it was time to turn off the lights again, which also marked the end of the day. But for Wang Yan, the day had just begun. Without Wang Yan speaking, Malèna consciously turned off the lights and silently went upstairs to sleep.

She was not stupid. Even if she didn't care, she should know how ruthless the Mafia, which had occupied Sicily for hundreds of years, was. He could take back wine and two months' salary from others. She also saw some small bloodstains on his white shirt when eating in the morning; the process was obviously unpleasant.

In the darkness, Wang Yan patiently listened to the ticking of the clock, calculating the time in his heart. It was almost 10:30 when he got dressed and set off for the tavern last night.

What he told Leo yesterday was that he would arrive there around 10:00. Now he set off at 10:30, and it was not yet 11:00 when he arrived. If Leo brought people to ambush him, then an hour of waiting time would consume the patience of many people and reveal flaws. Because not everyone would be a good hunter, and with the skills he showed last night, no one would be stupid enough to think that a few broken guns could kill him; they would need at least a dozen people with seven or eight guns to have confidence. But when there were many people, it would be chaotic.

Of course, the best thing was to go early, but the key was that he couldn't go early, so he could only go later and explore carefully.

It was another way of avoiding dogs and people. Because he was familiar with the road, his speed was much faster. After running stealthily all the way, it took him only fifteen minutes to reach the surroundings of the tavern. Climbing walls, jumping courtyards, climbing buildings, after a toss, he confirmed there was no problem. Taking out Hanfeng from the space, Wang Yan quietly stuck to the wall and moved to the side of the tavern, listened cautiously for a long time, and then pushed the door and walked in.

Perhaps they really believed in God, perhaps they were really scared out of their wits.

Leo and the three of them hadn't thought about ambushing people to kill Wang Yan, but they shivered when they thought of the three headless corpses with neat breaks. Last night, they cleaned up the mess until dawn. When they closed their eyes at home, they saw headless corpses and Wang Yan's devil face; they really didn't have the guts. And their strength was limited. With the strength that defeated six people in an instant last night, they gave up.

Tonight, the three of them had been waiting here since 9:00. They waited and waited, but he didn't come. Their hearts were complicated; they smoked one cigarette after another, didn't dare to drink, for fear of delaying things.

At this moment, seeing Wang Yan finally push the door and enter, Leo excitedly stood up hurriedly: "Sir, you finally came, did you encounter any trouble?"

Wang Yan looked at him coldly: "You talk too much nonsense."

Leo shuddered and hurriedly lowered his head: "Sorry, please forgive my offense, sir, please give me another chance." It was really that he felt Wang Yan's eyes were a bit scary, and he was afraid that this person would split him with a knife directly.

"How is it, is everything ready?"

Leo didn't dare to look up, looking at his own insteps: "Yes, sir, according to your instructions, we have already found out where the other three people and the Don are."

"How is the distance between each other?"

"In several different villages nearby, there is a distance. But we have bicycles, we can ride there." Afraid that Wang Yan would misunderstand, Leo explained: "The night patrol military police are all our friends, or rather, the Don's friends; they won't care about us."

Wang Yan turned his head to look at Zoltan and Magnus on the side, nodded: "We will kill the three people who are at the same level as you first, and finally go to your Don's place. Hurry up, let's go."

This situation was not very good. He could only trust them. On the one hand, he needed these three foreigners to work for him; on the other hand, even if he knew the addresses of those mobsters from these three people's mouths, there was no guarantee that they wouldn't tip them off and be prepared.

So no matter what, he was going to be in danger. He was relatively safer with these three people; anyway, if something happened, he would definitely kill these three foreigners first. For the sake of his own life, these three people didn't dare to move around; after all, Wang Yan's terror was something they had experienced personally.

Outside, he got on the bicycle that had been prepared for him early, followed behind the three, lowered his hat brim, and tried his best to lower his head and pedal hard. The process was quite smooth. The military police encountered on the road were like blind people and didn't care at all. Even if they couldn't see their specific faces, they wouldn't come over to question them. In the middle of the night, riding bicycles in pairs, they were 100% mobsters, and they were very relieved. Because if they weren't mobsters, it would be very dangerous in the dark night of Sicily. After all, many jobs were done at night, and seeing them meant death.

Riding all the way in the opposite direction to Malèna's house, pedaling for more than half an hour, the leading Leo stopped in a forest outside a village, and the other two did the same: "Sir, it's the third house in this row, that is..."

"You don't need to tell me the names of the dying." Wang Yan waved his hand, parked the bicycle, carried the knife and walked towards that side, leaving a sentence without looking back: "Wait here."

The three watched the devil bend down and sneak, the high courtyard wall was like nothing, and he climbed in without even using his hands.

Seeing that he couldn't see his figure, Zoltan said in a muffled voice: "If you really become Don, you will also be looked down upon by others."

Those who rise to power by betrayal and selling out are not looked down upon by anyone; it is the same everywhere.

"Zoltan, if I didn't agree at that time, I swear to God, that lunatic would have cut off my head in the next second, just like Rabid and the others. After I die, he will let you be Don. If you don't agree, you will be beheaded just like me. Then it's Magnus. If he doesn't agree either, then the three of us will be companions. What do you want me to do? Zoltan, I haven't lived enough, my son was just born, he is the treasure God gave me."

Rabid was the unlucky guy who was beheaded by that lunatic first yesterday. Leo remembered it very clearly; it was Rabid who was the first to say that the lunatic was a yellow-skinned monkey and laughed the most wildly. He wasn't stupid, and he didn't doubt that the lunatic would cut off their heads without hesitation.

For a moment, the forest fell into silence. Zoltan knew Leo was right, and he didn't want to die either. He just said that; let them look down on him if they want.

As for Magnus, it was not his turn to speak here. Being able to be with these two people was his honor; after all, one was the big brother, and one was the big-big brother...

During the process, no one doubted Wang Yan's martial arts. They might not be able to beat him when they were awake, let alone people who were sleeping soundly in the middle of the night.

Before they could think too much, they saw a black shadow flash on the wall in the distance, approaching the three of them quickly. They looked at each other and sighed in unison. They felt sad for their impending fate; puppets were not easy to be.

Wang Yan ran to the front: "Go to the next house."

Leo resignedly rode his bike to lead the way. After several twists and turns, Wang Yan neatly solved the remaining two. Of course, he didn't use a knife. His knife was for Leo and the three of them to see. Dealing with a few little mobsters, he just needed to twist their necks, which was very easy.

Finally, after Leo and the three were complicated and panting, and under Wang Yan's ease, time reached past 2:00, and the group finally rode to hide outside a small manor at the end of a village.

"Sir, this is the Don's house, he is inside." Leo squatted behind the slope and pointed to the opposite side: "The Don has two shepherds to protect him. They are ruthless characters famous in Syracuse. There are also two dogs in the manor. They are very sensitive and bark as soon as there is a sound. They are very fierce and only listen to the Don and one of the shepherds. Sir, please forgive my rudeness, if it doesn't work, let's go. If we are discovered, I guarantee that we will all die very miserably."

"I have already killed the other three people, do you think you still have a way out? I came from an unknown source, I can run if I want to, but you probably can't." Wang Yan rarely gave the three a smile, patted Leo on the shoulder, his eyes changed, looking like he was looking at dead people: "Listen, Leo, your Don won't live for ten minutes. So you'd better think about how to take over the forces under the Don. If you can't, then I will be very disappointed."

After speaking, he didn't bother with Leo, who was sweating profusely, and Wang Yan grabbed a few larger stones on the ground, hid his figure, and touched over...

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