When he Caiwei looked back, she saw a young man.
At that moment, her eyes could not restrain the emergence of a touch of amazing color.
The word "amazing" has never been limited to women.
Impeccable delicate features, white and delicate skin, cold and noble silver hair
He Caiwei has never been a flower maniac, but this silver haired man who doesn't know where he came from really looks like the perfect hero who only exists in comics or scripts.
The other party is obviously talking to Li futu, but he Caiwei looks back. He still nods and smiles politely, and looks like a classical nobleman.
Obviously, this is definitely not a student of mandar, let alone a tutor.
He Caiwei opened her mouth, but she didn't open her mouth blindly. She turned to look at the man beside her.
Li futu finally turned around in no hurry.
"Is your excellency speaking to me?"
In the face of each other's eyes, he smiles.
"Of course."
The youngest godfather in the history of the black hand party nodded gently. He didn't immediately ask his teacher for guilt. He looked calm and even friendly.
"A few days ago, my husband used a peach stone as a lever to pry the whole gambling table in Hessen boxing ring. As a result, the ring won the" bowl full ". But afterwards, my husband brushed away without leaving a word. These days, we have been looking for my husband's whereabouts, just to show our gratitude face to face."
Li futu gave a dumb smile and did not deny it.
"You are very kind. I did it for my own gambling. It just happened that I had a win-win situation with the boxing ring."
Then, with a pause in his voice, he naturally asked, "so Hessen is your property?"
It can be said that Jane Seymour, who cares about the country and can cover the sky with one hand, reciprocates. She also chooses to treat each other honestly, nods her head calmly, and makes no mention of the bombing of the kavalu international hotel.
"Hessen boxing field has been established for such a long time, but it's the first time for us to meet an expert like Mr. Hessen. I don't know whether Mr. Hessen is coming to Italy on business or on tour this time? If time permits, can you come to the ring and guide our players? "
Li futu was smiling. He looked at he Caiwei, who was so confused that he didn't know. He said modestly, "you're very serious. Hesen boxing field is famous. It's very good. I don't need to make a fool of myself. I come to Versailles just to visit my friends."
Jane Seymour's eyes also looked at he Caiwei, like a heartfelt praise: "your friend is really beautiful."
Although I don't know why the two people's topic falls on me, he Caiwei still doesn't show a shameful and intolerable family spirit. She looks at the silver haired man's eyes with a reserved but polite elegant smile.
"By the way, the success of finding you this time is thanks to the help of two mandar students. I wonder if you are interested in meeting them?"
Jane Seymour was a real gentleman. She soon withdrew her eyes from he Caiwei's face and suddenly opened her mouth.
"Oh, really?"
Li futu was silent and nodded immediately.
"Please bring them here."
Without Jane Seymour's command, Gary bronck and Han Han were brought to the front under the "escort" of several Mafia members.
See Han Han Han, he Caiwei can't help but frown, eyes show confusion.
Han Han's face is very ugly. He lowers his head slightly and doesn't dare to look at he Caiwei at all.
In his expectation, he should have been hiding behind the scenes, but who knows that the Mafia took him directly to the stage.
Even if the black hand party is domineering, it should not be?
Obviously, there must be something wrong with the buyer.
Gary bronck, who had been confident before, also had a good face at the moment, and obviously realized that things seemed a little out of control.
"Do you know these two, sir?"
Li futu's eyes twinkled, nodded with a smile and said, "I know. They are all students here. One of them is my friend's classmate
"I'm sure the gentleman doesn't know. They offered us a price of 300000 and asked us to kill him."
This is the first time that Han Han has never had the experience of buying a murderer. However, even if he has no experience, he has never eaten pork and has always seen a pig run. Isn't it rumored that "killers" all have professional ethics? How can the gangsters openly betray their employers?
No matter whether it's the overbearing style of the Mafia, at least one thing goes against his original intention of hiding behind the scenes. Even if the Mafia succeeds in killing the man in front of he Caiwei, it can't achieve his expected result. Han Han doesn't dare to denounce the Mafia for being unruly. He can't help glancing at Gary bronke angrily.
However, Gary BRONC was born and raised here. As a result, Gary BRONC had a much sharper sense of smell than Han Han. The feeling of uncertainty in his heart was like a flood. Gary BRONC's back was wet and he was in a state of extreme fear."Han Han You... "
He Caiwei can't believe it.
But Han Han didn't dare to look at her at all.
Li futu was not surprised or angry. He said with a faint smile: "300000. It seems that my life is worth a lot. "
"My husband made a lot of money for our boxing ring a few days ago. He is our friend. We never do anything against our friend."
It seems that Jane Seymour, who was able to rise to the top after half of the party's bloodshed, had never experienced the same explosion that night. He even called the culprit who killed nearly ten of their members a friend.
Hearing this, before Li futu had time to speak, Gary brown, whose heart beat to the limit, finally could not restrain his fear and begged: "godfather, it's my ignorance. I really don't know he's your friend. Please spare me once."
Han Han's heart sank when he looked at Gary Brown who was about to kneel down.
"If the Lord of the Bronx knew about your illegal deeds, he would have killed his relatives."
Jane Seymour has not lost her voice.
A cold shot soon rang out.
In the open and quiet exhibition hall, the spread of shock, resounding endlessly.
The night before, Gary brown, who was still holding a gun, had a blood hole in the back of his head, spilling blood on Han Han's face.
Han Han, who is pretentious, is stunned. Looking at Gary bronck, who slowly falls down, he finally feels what the real society is. His heart almost stops shooting, and his whole body can't stop shaking.