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Chapter 1088 - 756 speed too slow (thanks for the tip!)

Chapter 1088: 756 speed too slow (thanks for the tip!)

This once rarely visited land had finally regained peace.

But the originally beautiful surroundings were now a complete wreck.

As the Uncrowned King of the underworld, the mafiosos guarding the vineyard were fearless in facing death, yet the overpowering strength was too much; even their strong beliefs didn’t make much difference.

The intimidating armored vehicle had breached the walls and broken into the vineyard.

The owner of the vineyard, Fernando, had returned to the reception hall, albeit being dragged.

Of course.

Not just him, his guests were also brought back.

A moment too slow, seemingly unfortunate, but considering the situation then, even if they had boarded the helicopter, it’s doubtful they would have flown out of the vineyard’s airspace.

The explosion left the two of them with soot-streaked faces and disheveled appearances, but fortunately, only with superficial injuries.

Fernando was no longer the image of elegance he usually was, but he had no energy to care about his own appearance then.

The quiet around him cruelly conveyed a cold truth.

His men had probably all perished.

"You are Fernando."

This was a statement, not a question.

Luo Long, although captured together, was clearly not Italian with his black hair and yellow skin.

"Who are you people?"

As a high-ranking mafia boss, Fernando maintained his composure amidst the crisis, ignoring both the armored vehicle that had barged in and the formidable men carrying high-tech firearms around him.

But his question was somewhat absurd.

Indeed.

His enemies had come knocking, and he didn’t even know where they were from.

The man in Martin boots and a tactical jacket didn’t reply but pulled out a photo, looked down imperiously, and tossed it in front of Fernando.

"Recognize her?"

Fernando, who was sitting on the ground, looked down at the photo.

It was of a woman.

To be precise.

A woman with black eyes and black hair from the East.

True to his formidable status, Fernando did not show any emotions, "I don’t recognize her."

He maintained incredible composure, but Luo Long, also sitting as a "prisoner," had his heartbeat skip the moment he saw the photo.

The woman in the photo was none other than his target for this trip, the female lawyer who had no chance of returning to her country!

Just a regular lawyer.

How could she be the cause of such a grand commotion abroad?!

Though not exceedingly cunning, Luo Long was certainly not foolish. Overwhelmed with shock, he realized he was no longer just an "outsider".

Having followed his brother, Luo Long, step by step to conquer territories, death was not unfamiliar to him, but at that moment, he couldn’t help but feel flustered.

He knew well that regardless of how high his status was back home, it would not help in this situation.

To dare attack the mafia’s turf with force in Sicily, whoever they were, they surely weren’t afraid of simply taking his head.

Even if Fernando adhered to his code and didn’t betray him, Luo Long knew that the attacker was well-prepared and Fernando wouldn’t last long.

Sure enough.

Without regard for Fernando’s status as a senior mafia boss, a gun butt came crashing down, slamming him onto the floor.

Luo Long’s face trembled, and soon he saw an automatic rifle, completely unfamiliar to him, pressed from above right against Fernando’s head, pinning him tightly to the ground.

This was a senior leader of the mafia, a domineering figure in Sicily!

Luo Long felt a sense of absurdity, but the pain from the explosion reminded him that all of this was reality.

"I’ll count to three, think carefully before you answer."

The calm voice held no anger, nor any emotion.

Luo Long, yet unnoticed, sensed the aggressiveness of these people sharply; while Fernando remained the focus, he stealthily slid his hand into his pocket, feeling for his phone.

"Tick, tock, tick, tock..."

Sweat trickled down his temples, dripping onto the floor.

Luo Long unlocked his phone by memory, and taking a chance, dialed a number.

Milan.

The two followers who followed him all the way answered the phone.

"Brother Long."

Nobody responded.

"Three."

"Two."

The countdown began.

"I recognize her!"

Whether Fernando would risk his life to protect the code of the mafia or not, Luo Long shouted loudly.

Attention was drawn.

"This woman, I recognize her!"

Luo Long’s voice was loud, as if he feared they wouldn’t understand, pointing to the photo on the floor.

Meanwhile.

Hearing the commotion there, the two subordinates looked at each other in surprise and immediately quieted down.

One had to admit.

It was no longer an era where one could conquer the world merely with fists.

These people from The Jianghu were quite clever.

The gun was moved away from Fernando’s head.

The leader looked down at Luo Long, "Introduce yourself."

"I am from Shenzhou, I don’t understand."

Immediately.

Someone among the unidentifiable armed men translated.

Knowing his life was hanging by a thread, Luo Long’s brain worked feverishly.

"My name is Luo Long, I came to Sicily because my brother asked me to eliminate this woman."

Foolish?

No!

On the contrary.

His honesty was very wise!

Fernando knew his purpose, even if he didn’t mention it, he couldn’t hide it; it’s better to be frank, showing his background might even cause the opponents to hesitate.

Luo Long’s voice was loud, as if worried they wouldn’t hear him clearly, meanwhile, through the phone in his pocket his words clearly reached his two subordinates in Milan.