Chapter 247 Mysterious Identity

ules, knowing full well that money talks in today's world.She turned and walked away immediately, wary of being extorted later on.The Lamborghini, exuding understated luxury yet brimming with authorit...Chapter 247 Mysterious Identity

John burst into laughter and suddenly stood up, gesturing for someone to come over and tie up Warm. In no time, Warm was hoisted onto the ship's mast, her head spinning and mind blank as she desperately screamed but could not prevent herself from being lifted.

The volume of a woman's voice at crucial moments can be extremely powerful; even while being dragged and tied up, she admired her own ability to scream so loudly that it echoed. It clearly showed the potential for high decibels in women's voices.

Unable to tolerate it any longer, one of the black-clad individuals covered her mouth with black duct tape once more, instantly silencing the entire harbor. Warm's heart chilled; could she really die here

Now she understood how annoying movie protagonists were when kidnapped—they would still chatter endlessly and even threaten their captors. Some had even scared off the kidnappers.

Only now did she realize that real gangsters wouldn't give you any chance to talk back. After just one sentence, her mouth was taped shut; there was no room for anything else.

Rapid, ruthless, and precise—that was their style.

Hanging from a ship's mast some eight meters high, the howling sea wind caused her body to sway violently in mid-air. She felt like a kite, her wrists hurting due to gravity as they were rubbed raw while hanging down; it was very painful.

In addition to pain, there was also an eerie feeling of being suspended without any ground beneath her feet. Warm found the experience excruciating and dared not struggle; each attempt only made her body sway more violently and increase in amplitude. Ultimately, she suffered alone with no relief from the constant swinging.

The people below were discussing something in English that was spoken too quickly for Warm to understand. Occasionally, they threw in a few Italian phrases, making it even harder to comprehend their conversation.

Although she couldn't hear what they were saying, Wenran noticed several people carrying sniper rifles and positioning themselves on higher ground. They were spread out in four corners, well hidden, aiming at the center of the field.

Another dozen or so men dispersed, occupying the most critical positions within and around the abandoned site, forming a tight circle. Wenran thought to herself that if they fired their guns, anyone entering would be riddled with bullets like a wasp's nest.

This formation was terrifyingly formidable.

Who exactly was coming Wenran felt anxious and uneasy, desperately hoping that Feiyin wouldn’t show up. This must be a trap set by their enemies to kill anyone who came.

They kept talking about Mo Yeyan and the mafia but never once mentioned Ye Feiyin’s name. She was relieved that they hadn't mentioned him; whoever was coming couldn't possibly be him either.

He wouldn’t get hurt or have a gun pointed at him.

But...

If the person arriving wasn’t Ye Feiyin, she was an outsider in Rome and nobody would care whether she lived or died. Mo Yeyan belonged to the mafia and had nothing to do with her; why would he be foolish enough to come to the docks

She couldn't understand this relationship at all.

If someone unimportant were kidnapped, it wouldn’t make sense for the mafia boss to personally intervene. In a movie scenario like this, the godfather would coldly say something along the lines of "this person is unfamiliar to me; you may handle them as you see fit," and then John would shoot her down.

This was logical and in line with typical storytelling.

The warmth was hanging there, her fear reaching its peak, and unease escalated; she dared not look down as the ground below was in ruins. If she fell, sharp metal pieces and wood would surely pierce through her.

While lost in thought, she saw a car approaching from afar. It was an extremely eye-catching sports car painted in a bright red that stood out prominently against the night backdrop. At the docks, there were only John and Julie along with six men; everyone else had hidden away. As soon as this car arrived, those two also aimed their guns at it. The convertible’s top was already up. The car moved slowly and glided to a stop in the center.

Warmth widened her eyes. Who could it be

Who on earth was inside that sports car

Please, please don’t tell me it’s Ye Feimo.

Don’t let it be him.

The car came to a halt. The two men approached the sports car and aimed their guns, ordering whoever was inside to get out of the vehicle.

The door opened. A man with an extremely handsome and flirtatious appearance got out from the car. Tall and slender, he wore a very stylish black overcoat that made him look like the most dashing male lead in Hollywood action movies. The moment he appeared on stage, he became the focus of everyone's attention.

Warmth was slightly startled; it was the man who had greeted her that morning. Who exactly was he

Moy Yan, is he the Godfather of the Mafia

A mafia godfather hit on her; this world must be surreal, definitely going against human nature, impossible, absolutely impossible.

John sneered and waved his hand. The six people pointing guns at Mo Baibai made him move away from the car. He raised his eyes to look at Warming hanging in midair and smiled slightly, with a reassuring smile in his eyes.

The night was deep, making it hard for Warming to see clearly; she only vaguely felt that this man seemed different from the one she saw that morning.

That day, the man she had seen exuded elegance and grace. He was a gorgeous, peerless gentleman. However, today's man, despite smiling, emanated an icy coldness akin to that of a King of Hell.

He stood amidst gunfire with fearless confidence; his cold gaze swept over, exuding a domineering aura that made people tremble. It was as if he had walked out from the King of Hell's domain, bearing an imposing presence that nobody could resist.

"Let her go!" He said. Warming opened her eyes wide in shock; this voice… it sounded like Fei Mo’s! The sea breeze was too strong for her to hear clearly. When she first saw him come down from the car, she had a moment of relief thinking that he might be someone else rather than Fei Mo. However, his voice sounded exactly like Fei Mo's; there must have been a misunderstanding.

The sea breeze scattered his words, and she couldn’t hear clearly. Perhaps it was just similar but not the same.

Warming’s heart trembled slightly.

"This person is indeed very important to you. You’re willing to risk everything for her. Mo Ye Yan, did you ever think that this would happen to you" John's gun pointed at him coldly as he narrowed his eyes dangerously, "You’ve driven us out of our home and left us nowhere to go. What do you want I’ve handed over my territory and routes entirely to you. What more do you want"

His emotions were somewhat agitated; the gun moved up and down. Warming was afraid that he would fire, so Julie said, "John, don’t waste time talking to him. First, cripple his arm for Harry’s revenge."

Mos Baiwei pursed his lips as a cold gaze passed through his eyes with a hint of mockery, “John,斬草不除根，春風吹又生 (kill the weeds but leave their roots, they will grow again in spring). This is an old Chinese saying; its meaning is clear. I don't want to kill you off completely either, but it was your own doing. The rule on our path is that if you dare to ally with the FBI against me, you must accept my punishment. It's your own fault, no one else’s. If you cheat just one buyer out of a deal and take some money from them, we can still play as before, but bringing in the federal agency was crossing the line. Your fate is your own doing; everyone would treat you the same way. Don’t think you’re suffering enough now; I’m already being merciful."Ye Feimo. Warm didn’t fasten her seatbelt and was about to hit the front of the car, holding her forehead in anger as she glared at Ye Feimo ahead through the glass. She saw his gaze coldly deep and d...