ed in her ear, "I have an impulse, do you think it looks good"Warmth, “…”That night, Fei Mo's enthusiasm was particularly intense. From dinner to going home, it was as if the suppressed passion had be...If it wasn't Ye Fei Mo, in Rome where she was a stranger, who would care about her life or death Mo Ye Yan is a member of the Mafia, and he has nothing to do with her. How could he be so stupid as to go to the docks

She couldn't figure out why she was so bothered by this.

If an unimportant person was kidnapped, the Godfather would have to take action himself. This Godfather is way too weak! If this happened in a movie, the Godfather should coldly say, "I don't know this person, do what you want," and then John shoots her *pow*.

This is logical and in keeping with the plot.

Warmed was dangling, the fear in her heart soared to its peak, anxiety escalated, she didn't dare to look down, below was a ruin, falling down would surely be pierced by sharp iron pieces and wood.

Just as I was lost in thought, a car came into view from afar. It was an incredibly flashy sports car, its bright red paint standing out vividly against the darkness. On the pier surface, there were only John and Julie, along with six men. The rest of them had hidden themselves. As soon as the car arrived, those two drew their guns and aimed at it. They pulled up the convertible top and the car slowly crept forward, gliding to a halt in the center.

Warmth widened her eyes, who was it

Who is in the sports car

Never be a mere leaf, but ink.

Never be.

The sports car stopped, and the two men walked up to it, pointing their guns and ordering the occupants out of the vehicle.

The car door opened, and a man with an elegant and charming face and eyes full of amorous feelings stepped out. He was tall and slender, wearing a very stylish black trench coat, somewhat like the coolest male lead in a Hollywood gunfight. As soon as he appeared, he became the focus of everyone's attention.

Warm surprise, that was the man she had chatted with that morning, who was he

Mo Ye Yan, is the Godfather of the Mafia

A godfather of the mafia hitting on her This world must be fantasy, it's definitely anti-human thoughts, impossible, absolutely impossible.

John sneered, waved his hand, and the six men pointed their guns at Mo Xiaobai, forcing him away from the car. He raised his eyes to look at Wen Nuan hanging high in the air for a moment, and smiled faintly. There was a hint of comforting warmth in his eyes.

The night was deep, the warmth making it hard to see clearly. I could only faintly sense that this man seemed different from the one I had seen that morning.

The man he had seen that day reeked of charm, a handsome rogue, stunningly beautiful and peerless in his nobility. And now this man, though smiling, radiated an aura of chilling ruthlessness like the underworld itself.

He stood amidst the hail of bullets, smiling without fear. A cold glance swept across his face, radiating an aura of power and ruthlessness that chilled to the bone, making one tremble. He seemed like a man who had emerged from hell itself, exuding an irresistible presence.

“Let him go!” he said, his warm eyes widening. That voice… that voice… It wasn’t Mo’s voice. The sea wind was too strong, and Wen Nuan’s heart beat wildly. When she first saw him walk down, she had a sliver of relief – it was someone else, not Mo. But how could this voice be Mo’s She must have misheard.

The sea breeze scattered his voice, she wasn't listening closely, perhaps it was just a similarity, not really.

My heart was warmed and began to tremble.

“This man is truly important to you, to the point of risking his life. Mo Ye Yan, I never thought you would come to this.” John’s gun pointed at him coldly, his eyes narrowed dangerously, “You relentlessly pursued us, driving our brothers to have nowhere to go. What do you want You've taken over my territory and routes. What else do you want”

He was getting a little agitated, waving his gun around. Warmth was afraid he’d shoot, and Julie said, “John, don’t waste words with him, just take out one of his arms first, then we can talk. Revenge for Harry.”

Mò Xiǎobái pursed her lips, her eyes cold and挑. A hint of mockery flashed across her lips, "John, 'To leave grass uncut is to invite regrowth.' This is an old Chinese saying, I believe you understand the meaning. I don't want to kill all your roots, but it's your actions that have pushed me to this point. The rules of our world dictate that if you dare to cooperate with the FBI, you must accept my retribution. This is your own doing, you can't blame others. If you had tricked a random buyer, maybe we could have just let it go. The Mafia would have gotten even by taking some money from you, but wouldn't have gone any further. We could have played by the rules, but you involved the federal government. This is your fate, and anyone else in your position would suffer the same consequences. Don't think this is your worst outcome. I've been surprisingly merciful."

Julie roared, "Bullsh*t, you're merciful From America to Mexico and then Rome, how many people have you killed You say you're merciful now Mo Ye Yan, I'm going to make you pay for your sins today."

She was so eager to pull the trigger, but John stopped her, and her warm heart almost stopped.

"John, what are you doing I'm going to kill him! We lured him here to kill him. We should have killed him sooner." Julie was a fiery woman, fierce and passionate, determined to avenge her siblings. John, however, didn't feel the same way. Mo Xiaobai had a cold and distant look in his eyes. He looked up towards Wen Nuan, seeing her gaze, he smiled. It was like winter snow melting, spring breeze blowing, instantly dispelling the fear in her heart and calming her mood.

No matter if he was a non-Inkling or not, she felt a sense of calm and security at this moment. It was a firm intuition, something she sensed from him, the unshakeable feeling that he would save her.

"Julie, don't be foolish. Even if we killed him, we couldn't leave Rome. It's important to negotiate as soon as possible," John said. Julie was furious, but she suppressed it with all her might. John continued, "Mo Ye Yan, the fact that you came alone tonight shows there is still a chance, isn't there"

"Just let him go, and you can do whatever you want." He said, his smile still icy but not sharp, as if he didn't want to touch John's sensitive nerves, lest the man make a move.

Julie glanced back at Wenwen, a cold smile playing on her lips. So she really had a winning card, didn't she

Well then...

Julie spun around abruptly, her gun pointed at Nuan. She pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the bullet struck Nuan's shoulder. Nuan felt a numbness spread through her body first, followed by a searing pain that was like a knife hacking into her bones, spreading rapidly across her shoulder. Blood immediately stained her coat red. Nuan’s eyes widened in shock, her wrist throbbing, her shoulder screaming in agony. The intense pain made it hard for her to breathe.

Mo Xiaobai's eyes were bloodshot, his face instantly paling, his fists clenching tightly. Veins pulsed on his forehead, and the anger that erupted from his muscles was held back with a desperate force.

“Julie!” he roared, his eyes blazing with a fierce fury that threatened to consume them both, like a beast whose mate had been taken from it, howling in anguish. The entire pier echoed with the sound.di, not the person she had imagined. There was disappointment, but also relief. Mo hadn't been well lately and shouldn't have been able to sit on such a long flight to America. 。She overthought it. 。P...