As the sun sets in the west, the golden afterglow circles around the distant mountain peaks, casting patches of mottled light on this beautiful southern European rural town. [26nbsp;] The breeze blows, and in the rose-red sunset glow, the town looks particularly peaceful and peaceful.
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There are several villas scattered throughout the town, with pointed attics and low fences surrounding exquisite garden 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. He held a pair of small flower shears in his thick hand, and a deep purple scar on the back of his hand pulsed as the palm was clenched.
It's like 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 stern light shot out from his eyes, falling 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 stern mouth.
A faint 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 well-deserved. According to rumors, you
He is good at concealing assassinations. When killing people, the other party will not feel a trace of murderous intent. The wind of hell is like this. I think all my people must be dead."
The sun was about to set, and a ray of sunset shone on Luciano's pale face. Ye Feng raised his head and looked at the wisps of smoke coming from the distance, with a trace of melancholy flashing in his eyes.
"Yes, fifteen, you are the sixteenth." The slender fingers raised, bringing out a silver light.
Luciano felt a warmth on his neck, like a kiss from a lover, with a touch of bright red oozing out. "Hell...hell...wind, earth...hell." Luciano fell to the ground with a bang, his eyes chasing Ye Feng away.
His 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
Flying slowly among the flowers in the distance.
A grand cocktail party was being held in a luxury hotel on the west coast of the United States. 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 and walked into the lounge. Paul looked around cautiously. No one paid attention here.
"Mr. Ye, this is Paul. I'm glad to receive your call." Paul said respectfully into the phone.
A faint voice came from the phone. "Paul, a sum of money will arrive tomorrow, 10 million US dollars. Please handle it."
"Okay, Mr. Ye. I will take care of it. The last medical donation of 5 million US dollars was given to the International Red Cross. A charity hospital in Africa has been built and it is estimated that it will be officially operational next month. Give it 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 all the children are in class..."
"Paul, you did a great job."
Paul's expression became more respectful, "Thank you, Mr. Ye."
"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 orphanages in China, South Asia, and Africa. The remaining 100,000 U.S. dollars will be deposited with you.
In an account in Switzerland."
"Paul, don't deposit the $00,000 in a Swiss bank. 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 grateful for all you've done for me. Now, I'm tired and want to quit. This $00,000 is my reward for you.
Bar."
"Mr. Ye, what's wrong with you? It's almost May again. At this time every 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."
"Okay, Mr. Ye."
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