And, their next conversation made her heart sink to the bottom in an instant...
"Although the internal strife in the Nangong family this time is very difficult, Shitou has always dealt with the matter very quickly. We have to ensure that we proceed as soon as possible." An Yi said.
"I should be able to make it in time." The gray cat muttered, "If we go according to the plan."
"What if Shitou discovers it?" Bai Mao asked, with an uneasy tone, "We all know Shitou's character, but we don't know if Shitou will..."
"Don't worry, Cat." Gray Cat answered with a very steady and sure tone, "When I was in Baiyue, Shitou and I talked on the phone. Shitou told me very clearly that he promised to give us justice for whatever he owed.
."
The white cat was quiet for a moment, and then, as if he had made up his mind, he said, "Then what are you waiting for? Let's do it..."
These three words directly made Yan Xiaoyu feel uneasy. He fell straight down and fell into the deep bottom, shattering into pieces.
The strange feeling that once surged through the blood began to boil...
What are they going to do?
What are these people going to do to themselves?!
Moreover, even Nangong Tou knew and allowed them to do this to him?
What is fair?
What is owed?
What surgery?
What check?
Everything has nothing to do with her, and has nothing to do with her at all!
What about the so-called trust? What about the so-called determination that no one dares to want her, but he insists on accepting her?
Why, at the moment when she was happily welcoming her return and recovery, he abandoned her and left her to a bunch of people who didn't know the truth and wanted to deal with her?
Nangong Tou, you are lying!
You said you would protect me, keep me, trust me...
But what you are doing now is to abandon me, abandon me, and doubt me...
Or should I say that from the beginning, when you knew the truth, you had already made this decision, and you even felt that the black cat was a demon, a devil. Like most people, you wanted to kill it quickly and throw it away without care.
Of?
Xiaoyu's head was extremely messy, and her heart was even more messy. Countless random thoughts began to hit her head one by one. Her head was almost loose, messy, and broken, completely destroying her room for thinking...
This sense of destruction accelerated the boiling and rising of the blood in her whole body. The uncontrollable cold bloodlust began to grow like a vine, gradually creeping into her heart, wrapping around, tightening, and strangling her.
To take a breath...
****qian***mo****mo************Original first release****
The plane soared in the sky for several hours and finally landed in an open space not far from the town of Venice. A man who was supported by his subordinates and dressed in formal clothes stepped off the plane.
The man's appearance was everyone's advantage. The moment he got off the plane, rows of black sports cars a hundred meters behind accelerated and ran towards them. The doors opened, and a group of middle-aged people of various ages and dignity walked out.
"Head of the family."
There were three people standing in a row, shouting.
"It's good to be in charge——!"
Immediately, the rows of people getting out of the sports cars followed behind, all followed the hook and shouted in unison, the sound was overwhelming.
It seems to show severity, but also seems to show prestige.
Several middle-aged people raised their heads, their eyes neither humble nor arrogant, looking at the center of their family, the youngest leader in the family's succession, and there was even a bit of dissatisfaction in their eyes.
"Uncle Huang, Uncle Li, Uncle Yan." He nodded. The handsome young man's face had an overwhelming calmness and dignity. He called them one after another, and his eyes fell on all the armed subordinates behind him, slowly
And he said, "Long time no see."
"Before you succeeded to the throne, the Italian region had no fixed branches and was scattered and messy. When we were transferred from the headquarters, we stayed in the Italian division. We have not returned to our family for many years. We did not even participate in the succession ceremony of the master." Standing on the edge.
Uncle Huang said with emotion to Nangong Tuyu, "I think it's true, I haven't seen the master for a long time."
"Yes, because Italy has always been dominated by the Mafia Roland family, we in Nangong have never been taken seriously. In the end, we were simply used as a transit station for a short period of time." Uncle Yan on the right said with a sigh.
, "The master has landed in the air at this moment. Our subordinates are very happy and feel so radiant. Therefore, we lined up to greet the master two hours in advance. We express our most sincere respect to you, the master.
welcome."
Uncle Huang and Uncle Yan were both old men from the Nangong family who started from the lowest position in the early stage and were sent to the intermediate level. Although their words were meaningful, there was still some obstruction. Just listen to their words and Uncle Li stood in the middle.
He said, "The last time I met the master was when you were seven or eight years old. At that time, you were still a young boy. You don't want to be here now.
You have grown so big! However, no matter how old you are, you are still a young boy in his early twenties, who knows how to really manage things. Your father, Nangong Jue, was only a few kilograms old before he could securely sit on the throne of the family. You and your father
Compared to that, it’s still far behind!”
Uncle Li is nearly sixty years old and is a senior Nangong man. He was originally a member of the generation who followed his predecessor, Nangong Zhan, through life and death. Later, in order to give him comfort, he was sent to Venice. He didn't want to, but he was sent to a place of right and wrong, where he could not find peace. He was dissatisfied.
, his tone is naturally angry, relying on his age, relying on his old age and showing off to his old age, which is also a sign of long-term affection among people.
Nangong Tou was not surprised. Naturally, he knew that this man had a clear identity. He smiled at him and said calmly, "I haven't seen you for many years. Uncle Li is still strong and healthy. He is nearly forty years old, but he is still not confused. In these years, thanks to your presence
Italy's power has allowed all branches to operate stably without chaos. I really want to thank you, Uncle Li, for your dedication and dedication. Also, grandpa, let me say hello to Uncle Li."
There were praises and criticisms, a few words, and the words are as good as the devil. At the end of the words, the old man of the Nangong family moved out of the Nangong Zhan Town. Uncle Li, who spoke directly, blew his beard and looked at him, unable to take any more words.
He hummed, turned around, and got into the car first.
"In order to welcome the leader, the meeting has been prepared in advance."
Seeing this, Uncle Huang softened his smile, turned sideways, and said to Nangong Tuo, "Just wait until the master takes charge of the overall situation."
In response, Nangong Tou wanted to get in the car——
Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped forward, he saw a dozen men covered in blood running out from the back of the motorcade. They rushed up and blocked Nangong Tou's footsteps. Without saying a word, they knelt down, but there seemed to be a look of hatred on their faces.
hatred.
"What's going on?" Nangong Tou asked without any shock on his face.
"Master..." Uncle Yan came closer and explained with a look of embarrassment, "As you know, the rumors have gone crazy these days about the black cat in Nangong's family. And yesterday, on the Nangong family's communication relay website, that
Although the message was deleted, it could no longer hide the flames. It spread among the brothers in various departments. Miss Yan...that is...your fiancée...is actually...the black cat..."
"These..." Uncle Yan pointed at the men covered in blood and injuries, and stated with a sad and helpless face, "They are all Nangong's family members or relatives who were persecuted by black cats, and even killed and silenced.
People..."
When Nangong Tou heard this, his brows immediately tightened, and he looked at the dozen or so people kneeling, his eyes suddenly darkened.