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If it wasn't Ye Feimo who came, she was a stranger in Rome; no one would care about her life or death. Mo Yeyan is part of the mafia, and he has nothing to do with her. Why would he be foolish enough to come to the docks.

She couldn't understand why this situation wouldn't make sense to her.

If an insignificant person were kidnapped, and the mafia boss had to personally intervene, that boss is too weak for his position. In a movie setting, if something like this happened, the godfather would coldly say, "This person is not familiar to me; you may do as you please," then John would shoot her dead.

This makes sense and fits the plot.

Warmth was suspended, fear in her heart reached its peak, unease escalated. She dared not look down; below were ruins where she would surely be impaled to death by sharp metal or wood if she fell.

In a moment of confusion and fear, she saw a car approaching from afar. It was an extremely flashy sports car in bright red that stood out prominently against the night sky. On the dock's surface were only John and Julie and six men; everyone else had hidden away. When this car arrived, those two also aimed their guns at the sports car. The convertible top was up as it drove slowly and cautiously towards the center of the area.

Warmth stared with wide eyes. Who could it be

Who is inside that sports car

By no means could it be Ye Feimo.

By no means.

The sports car stopped, and the two men approached it. They aimed their guns at the occupants inside and ordered them to get out of the vehicle.

The door opened, revealing a man with stunningly handsome features and eyes that hinted at rosy peach blossoms stepping down from the car. He was tall and slender, wearing an extremely eye-catching black trench coat that somewhat resembled the most stylish male protagonist in Hollywood action films—a figure who would immediately draw everyone's attention upon his arrival.

Wanmeng was taken aback—this man was the one who had struck up a conversation with her earlier that morning. Who exactly is he

Mou Yeyan, could he be the Godfather of the Mafia

If a Mafia Godfather actually initiated a conversation with her, this world must have become surreal. This was absolutely against human nature; it couldn't possibly happen—it definitely wouldn’t.

John sneered and waved his hand; his six men aimed their guns at Mou Xiaobai and ordered him to stay away from the car. He lifted his gaze to look at Wanmeng, who was hanging in mid-air, and gave her a slight smile that carried an unsettling sense of assurance.

The night was very dark, making it difficult for Wanmeng to see clearly. She vaguely felt that this man seemed somewhat different from the one she had seen earlier that morning.

The man she saw that day was filled with a suave and charming aura; he was a strikingly beautiful young man, breathtakingly handsome, and extraordinarily noble. Yet now this man, though smiling, exuded an icy menace reminiscent of the King of Hell.

He stood calmly amidst the hail of gunfire, fearless and unafraid, with just one cold glance that could awe the world with a domineering chilliness, making people quiver in fear as if he had emerged from the realm of hell itself, his presence commanding an irresistible authority.

"Let him go!" He said. Warmth's eyes widened; this voice... this voice... it was Fei Mo's voice! The sea breeze was too strong, causing her heart to beat fiercely. When she first saw him come down the stairs, she had felt a moment of relief, thinking that he might be someone else and not Fei Mo, but how could his voice be Fei Mo’s She must have heard wrong.

The sea breeze scattered his words; perhaps she didn't listen carefully enough. Or maybe it was just similar and not truly him.

Warmth's heart trembled slightly.

"This person is indeed very important to you, isn’t he Mo Yeyan, did you ever think this day would come for you" John’s gun pointed coldly at him as his eyes narrowed dangerously. "You pushed us to the brink, leaving my brothers and me with no place to stand. What do you want from us now My territory and routes are already under your control; what more can you take

His emotions were agitated, moving the pistol up and down restlessly. Warmth was terrified he might shoot; Julie said, "John, don't waste time with him. First break his arm to avenge Harry."

Moxiaobai pursed his lips, his eyes coldly sharp with a hint of mockery playing on his mouth. "John, if you don’t eradicate the root cause when dealing with something, it will spring back up just like weeds in springtime; this is an old Chinese saying that means to thoroughly eliminate an issue so it doesn't return. I do not wish to be utterly ruthless myself, but your actions leave no choice. You dared to team up with the FBI against me and thus must face my judgment—it’s your own fault, don’t blame others. If you cheated me in a transaction with any random buyer, we could have left it at that, the mafia venting their anger by snatching some of my money, without harming you seriously. But to drag the federal government into this... your fate is well-deserved; no one would forgive such actions. Don’t think you’re suffering enough—I’m being merciful.

Julie shouted back loudly, "Bull**! You call yourself merciful From America through Mexico and now Rome, how many of us have you killed Now you say you're merciful Mo Yeyan, I’ll make you pay with your life today."

Sarah was eager to pull the trigger, but John stopped her. Her heart warmed up almost to a halt.

"John, what are you doing I want to kill him; we designed this trap specifically to eliminate him. The sooner he's dead, the better." Julie was passionate and fierce like fire, determined to take revenge for her kin. John thought differently though. Mo Xiaobai looked cold with a sense of detachment, raising his eyes towards Sarah’s direction. When their gazes met, he smiled, melting away her fear as if spring breezes were sweeping winter snows aside.

No matter who he was, she felt an unwavering certainty right now; an intuition that he would save her no matter what.

"Julie, don’t be foolish. Even if we kill him tonight, there’s no guarantee we can leave Rome. It’s better to use this opportunity for negotiations," John said. Julie was enraged but suppressed it fiercely. Then John turned towards Mo Yeyan and asked, "Mo Yeyan, you dared to come here alone tonight. Does that mean things aren’t beyond hope"

"Just let her go, and I’ll comply with your demands," he said with a cold smile but not sharp enough to provoke John.

Julie glanced at Sarah sideways with a sneer, seemingly confirming she had the upper hand.

If that's so...

Julie turned abruptly and pointed her gun at Sarah, pulling the trigger immediately. A bullet shot into Sarah’s shoulder; she felt numbness first followed by excruciating pain as if being hacked with knives and axes on her bones. Blood instantly stained her jacket red; Sarah's eyes widened in shock, her wrist and shoulder aching intensely to the point of nearly suffocating from the pain.

Mos White’s face turned bloodshot, his complexion paling suddenly. He clenched his fists tightly, veins on his forehead pulsing as anger surged through his body but was restrained by him fiercely.y did you make him run away And now something happened to him; you're such a stupid girl."When it came to gossip, Warm immediately perked up."There's more news about Second Young Master""Hurry up and...