The sun sets in the west, and the golden afterglow circles the distant mountain peaks, casting patches on this beautiful southern European town. The breeze blows, and in the rose-red sunset glow, the town looks particularly peaceful and peaceful.
There are several villas scattered throughout the town, with pointed attics and low fences surrounding exquisite gardens and lawns.
But one of the villas looks out of place here, not because of its extremely large area, nor because its house is higher than the other houses, but because of the wall that is as high as one person and the power grid that surrounds the villa.
, and the big men in black suits walking around in the yard from time to time, making this villa even more abrupt and unique.
In the quiet yard, a white-haired old man was concentrating on pruning the flowers and plants in the garden. The old man bowed slightly, holding a small pair of flower scissors in his thick hand. A deep purple scar on the back of his hand followed the movement of his palm.
It is clenched and beating, as if telling someone about the ups and downs of the past.
"The flowers are beautiful." A faint voice came from the side.
The old man frowned and slowly straightened up. A sharp light shot out of his eyes and fell on the speaker. The old man carefully looked at the young man in front of him. He had a slender figure, a handsome face, and a faint smile on his lips.
A slight smile.
The breeze blew by, startling several butterflies in the flowers. The butterflies waved their beautiful wings and danced around the young man's body. A blue swallowtail butterfly rose with the wind and landed on the young man's generous heart.
On the shoulder, the swallowtail butterfly folded its beautiful wings and parked quietly.
The old man's brows knitted together tightly. "Who are you and how did you get in?"
"Luciano, the godfather of Sicily. Your secluded place is very hidden. It took me three days to find it." The young man said lightly, and the swallowtail butterfly on his shoulder waved its wings, but still stayed quietly on his shoulder.
superior.
"The wind of hell." Luciano's body trembled slightly, his face became paler, his fists were clenched tightly, and the purple scars on the back of his hands kept shaking. After a long time, Luciano sighed and relaxed.
He opened his fist and stared at the swallowtail butterfly on the young man's shoulder. "It is indeed you. You are more terrifying than I thought. Ye Feng, who has been at the top of the killer list for seven years, is indeed worthy of his reputation. According to rumors,
You are good at concealing assassinations. When killing people, the other party will not feel the slightest murderous intention. The wind of hell must have killed all my men."
The sun was about to set, and a ray of sunset reflected on Luciano's pale cheek. Ye Feng raised his head and looked at the wisps of smoke rising in the distance, a trace of melancholy flashed in his eyes.
"Yes, fifteen, you are the sixteenth." A faint smile appeared on Ye Feng's face, and he waved his palm, bringing out a silver light.
Luciano felt a warmth in his neck, like a lover's kiss, exuding a dazzling bright red. "Hell...hell...wind, earth...hell." Luciano fell to the ground with a bang, his eyes chasing after him.
Looking at Ye Feng's retreating back, with fear and disbelief in his heart, he slowly closed his eyes.
Ye Feng walked out of the villa and looked at the smoke rising from the town. The melancholy in his eyes became even stronger. Ye Feng stretched out his hand and gently waved it to his shoulder. The swallowtail butterfly on his shoulder flew up and circled around Ye Feng, heading towards
Slowly flying among the flowers in the distance.
--------------------------------------------------A building on the west coast of the United States
A grand cocktail party was being held in a luxury hotel. Distinguished guests were chatting in small groups or walking around holding wine glasses to greet each other.
In the leisure area in the corner of the hall, a group of elegantly dressed guests were chatting around a slightly fat middle-aged man.
"Mr. Paul, I'm glad to meet you. I hope to discuss with you the trends in the financial investment field."
"Mr. Paul, I hope to have lunch with you."
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Paul smiled and nodded one by one. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Bird." "Beautiful Miss Jessica, it's an honor to have lunch with you."...
"Buzzing", a slight vibrating sound came from Paul's suit pocket. Paul's face was startled, and his smile returned instantly. "Oh, friends, I'm sorry, it's an important call, I'll leave first."
After saying that, Paul walked out quickly. After entering the lounge, Paul looked around cautiously. When he saw that no one was paying attention, he took out his mobile phone.
"Mr. Ye, this is Paul. I'm glad to receive your call." Paul said respectfully into the phone.
A faint voice came from the microphone. "Paul, a sum of money will arrive tomorrow, 10 million U.S. dollars. Please handle it."
"Okay, Mr. Ye. I will take care of it. The last time I donated 5 million US dollars in medical donations to the International Red Cross, a charity hospital in Africa has been built and is expected to be officially operational next month. Donate to UNESCO
With a donation of US$3 million in educational aid, five primary schools have been built in southwest and northwest China, and now the children have started attending classes..."
"Paul, you did a great job."
"Thank you, Mr. Ye." Paul's expression became more respectful, "Mr. Ye, after I handle the 10 million U.S. dollars this time, I will remit 8 million U.S. dollars to the International Children's Fund to build children's schools in China, South Asia, and Africa.
Orphanage. The remaining $2 million will be deposited into your Swiss bank account."
"Paul, don't deposit the $2 million in Swiss banks. I'll give it to you."
"No. Mr. Ye, it is my honor to serve you. I won't want it..."
"Paul, I'm tired. You've been following me for the past five years, and I'm very grateful for all you've done for me. Now, I'm tired and want to quit. This $2 million is what I gave you.
Reward."
"Mr. Ye, what's wrong with you? It's almost May again. At this time of year, you will feel depressed. Mr. Ye, I suggest you go back and take a look."
"Now is not the time. I feel very tired and I want to rest."