Although everything in front of him already showed what his ending would be next, Mussolini's yearning for life still made him restrain the fear in his heart and ask,
Admittedly, even he himself felt that the other party's hope of letting him go was slim, but he still wanted to give it a try. Maybe if he mentioned their young master, they would let him go.
"Are you really stupid? Or are you pretending to be stupid? Since the two of us are here, you should understand that this is exactly what the master ordered! The reason why the master let you go is to let you lead the way so that we can kill them all!"
"You can't even understand this?"
Hearing Mussolini's naive and idiotic words, Nalan Qianqi wanted to laugh.
It's really ridiculous that a senior member of the mafia still can't figure out the problem.
But after thinking about it, he felt that Mussolini in front of him understood it very well. It wasn't that he didn't understand what the two of them represented here, he just wasn't willing to die like this, and he wanted to seek a chance to live.
However, after all, he found the wrong temple and worshiped the wrong Bodhisattva. Neither Nalan Qianqi nor Xingtian had any intention of letting the other person go.
"Why are you still talking nonsense? Master wants us to go back and report!"
Next to him, he was still holding the long machete that his men used to chop people. He stood aside with a cold face and cold eyes. His eyes were like dead water staring at him without any emotion.
What he said was extremely cold, as if in his eyes, killing himself was no different than killing an animal.
"Hey, I'm sorry, my nephew is impatient, so I have to send you to see the King of Hell earlier. Oh, sorry! I forgot, this is a foreign country, and you believe in God."
After patting his head, Nalan Qianqi said with an apologetic look, "Sorry, I was wrong again. As handsome as you are, God probably won't accept you based on his jealousy. You can only find Satan to hook up with."
Now that you have a partner, maybe he will let you be his male favorite."
While his mouth was chattering, Nalan Qianqi didn't stop with his hands. He bent down, picked up the piles of dollars and euros on the ground, and put them into his pockets, with a proud look on his face.
After doing this, he picked up the knife and walked forward.
Mussolini naturally saw the scene of Nalan Qianqi picking up money on the ground, and his already dim eyes suddenly shone with the light of survival.
"Wait a minute! Please, let me go! If you want money, I will give you money. I have a lot of money. As long as you keep me alive, all the money will be yours. How about that?"
The moment Nalan Qianqi stepped forward, Mussolini collapsed, took a few steps back, and begged for mercy hysterically.
As soon as he heard what the other party said, Nalan Qianqi's steps stopped for an instant, and his eyes lit up. "Really?"
"It's true, it's absolutely true! As long as you let me go, I'll get it to you right away, how about that?"
"Then how do you and I know that you are not lying? Let's show it first and then talk about it." Nalan Ganqi said reluctantly.
"What if I take it out and you don't let me go?"
Mussolini was not stupid either. Seeing that Nalan Qianqi was a money-loving man, he felt a little more relaxed.
But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Xing Tian suddenly stepped forward with a knife and raised his long machete. Before Mussolini could make any reaction, he slashed the knife down!
"Poof!"
"Zi la..."
The sound of the machete piercing the flesh and the sound of blood spattering sounded almost simultaneously.
After a few seconds of silence, with a plop, Mussolini fell to the ground unwillingly, twitched several times and died.
Xing Tian's strike was almost done in one go, and it came so suddenly. Not to mention Mussolini, even Nalan Qianqi didn't expect that this kid would do it as soon as he said it.
It was just a knife to chop this damn Mussolini alive.
"Hey! I said you're messing with me. He hasn't even taken out the money yet, so you just killed him like this?"
Nalan Qianqi had a depressed look on his face and was thinking of taking some money out of this kid's hand. Although he didn't really care about the money in his heart, since it was given to him, he wouldn't refuse to take it.
In the end, it was good. Xingtian, the boy Tuyi, was so happy that he killed the opponent with one blow.
Thinking about how millions of dollars were lost like this, Nalan Qianqi felt a little bit pained.
I think back then, when we were poor, we had to eat one meal but not another. Now that we have money, we can't waste it like this.
"The money is here, why don't you find it yourself? Why do you have to tell him personally?"
Saying a cold word, Xing Tian directly raised the knife and headed towards the second floor.
"Hey, that's really what happened."
Later, when Nalan Qianqi heard Xing Tian's words, he was stunned for a moment, then looked enlightened, nodded, smiled again, and then followed Xing Tian to the second floor.
Within a few minutes, the two of them actually found a lot of money in some rooms. If they calculated it, it was estimated to be one or two million dollars, which made Nalan Qianqi very happy.
However, these are far less valuable than a relationship map.
I don’t know if Mussolini is too confident about the insurance of this mansion, or what? This guy actually left the Mussolini family’s genealogy and relationship map in Italy in the mansion.
"Do you think this picture is real? It seems that mafia organizations rarely leave these contact information and addresses on paper, right?"
Although it was his first time in Italy, Nalan Qianqi often watched some movies about the Mafia.
In my impression, this organization is extremely secretive and has strict creeds. It is rare to see relationships like this on paper, unless it is some top beings.
Obviously, Mussolini is not up to this level yet.
"Could this kid draw it himself?"
Xing Tian raised his eyebrows and said something.
"It's possible! Hey, do you think this kid is stupid or not? Even if he dies, he has harmed so many people. You said that even if I hold this thing in my hand, I would feel embarrassed not to visit him."
Seeing that there were two addresses in Milan on this relationship map, Nalan Qi smiled gloomily.
"Would you like to go take a look? Anyway, the young master is still with his wife now and has no time to talk to us."
"Call Brother Tuoba!"
Without any objection, Xing Tian picked up a bag of money and walked out of the mansion.
"That's right, this kid is idle anyway."
Nalan Qianqi had no objections. After nodding, he put away the relationship diagram, put it in his arms and walked out of the mansion.
A few minutes later, the two drove away from the killing place, and rushed back to the hotel half an hour later. They first put the money they had picked up into the guest room, then called Tuoba out, and walked out of the hotel together.
