Chapter 320: Beauty in the world, which one is more important?
Recently, there is a rumor circulating in the underworld. I heard that the godfather of the Italian Mafia fell in love with Princess Ecerro at first sight, left the mafia affairs and ran to Ecerro. He has stayed there for more than half a month without returning to Italy, and within the Mafia
All matters were left to his two right-hand assistants, Jing Lei and Jing Yu.
The godfather has always been a man without weaknesses, but now the entire underworld knows about his weakness. Many killers have flocked to Esero, waiting for the opportunity to catch the princess and blackmail the godfather. Unfortunately, there is no one.
Success, the secret guards of the Acero royal family are not cheap, not to mention that the palace is heavily guarded, and the princess hardly leaves the palace, so the killers all return empty-handed.
The Italian Mafia had problems with several batches of goods, but the Godfather ignored them. He was like a man obsessed with beauty, leaving his two right-hand men very busy. Several Italian gangs also took the opportunity to attack, and the Mafia fell into an unprecedented situation.
The crisis. The internal information of the Mafia was leaked, which led to the assassination of many managers. Rumors in the underworld went crazy, saying that the godfather was greedy for beauty and wanted beauty rather than power, which led to the collapse of the Mafia.
Jing Yu originally handled the external relations between the Mafia and other gangs and clients. He handled those difficult problems perfectly. Jing Lei was always calm and calm in the internal management assignments. The cooperation between the two could be said to be a tacit understanding.
Gradually, some people began to ask them to lead the mafia.
He vigorously criticized Jue Mo's actions, and for a while, there was a storm. Jing Lei used to use vigorous and resolute means to suppress it. However, the more he suppressed, the more such words went viral. Some even said that the two brothers were directing and acting on their own.
One is pretending to be a white face, and the other is pretending to be a bad face, for the sake of the godfather position.
Jue Mo's position as godfather was in jeopardy, but he didn't move an inch after hearing the news and continued to stay in Acero. People really didn't understand what he was going to do.
It wasn't until another news came that cracks appeared in Jue Mo's always perfect smile.
In the ranking of international killers, there are two women, one is Die Ning from the Qingdie Group, and the other is the mysterious woman Mu Ying. No one has seen her true face, not even her employer has seen her, but through the Internet
Contact, notify the person to be assassinated and the reward by email, and Mu Ying will appear in front of the prey in countless ways.
Someone has paid a high price of 50 million US dollars to kill Princess Michelle, and the executor of the task is Mu Ying, a female killer who is even afraid of men when she sees her.
Jue Mo, who should have treated her seriously, sat calmly in Michelle's room reading. This seemed to be his habit. He came to paint with her every day. He put down the book and looked at the people in front of him intently.
Michelle, she is really beautiful, with the flavor of a classical beauty, pitiful and weak, but she is not annoying, but has the urge to hold her in her arms and protect her carefully.
"What are you looking at?" Michelle put down her brush and said coquettishly.
"I'm looking at pictures of beauties." With a glib smile, Jue Mo came over, stood behind Mixue, hugged her from behind, held her hand, picked up the brush again, and started painting on her oil painting.
, in just a short while, the sunflower painting originally painted by Michelle was changed beyond recognition, but it had a different flavor.
Michelle said in surprise, "You can also draw?"
This is the joy of meeting a close friend. Jue Mo chuckled, "Isn't it strange?"
"But, aren't you the mafia godfather?" Michelle tilted her head and looked at Jue Mo beside her. It was really hard to imagine that the godfather was such a weak man. She always thought that the godfather was the kind of man with a fierce face and scars all over his body.
Strong man.
"To me, there is no difference between holding a gun and holding a pen." Jue Mo let go of Michelle, walked to the other side, picked up a black charcoal pen, and drew on another piece of white paper.
Get up, "Painting and reading are all things that can make people calm down."
Michelle walked over with a curious look on her face. She could already see her own outline in his painting. She didn't expect Jue Mo to be able to draw so well in such a short time. She always thought he only knew how to fight and kill.
I didn't expect him to have such good painting skills.
It didn't take long for the painting to be completed. Jue Mo threw away the charcoal and pulled Michelle over, "How is it? Does it look like you?"
"Very beautiful." It's just that she is nothing like her at all. She won't have such a warm and beautiful smile. Such a bright and unintentional smile is something she has never had before. Her smile will always look like
It was copied from a painting, perfect but cold, delicate but indifferent. She smiled habitually, but it never came from the bottom of her heart.
"I hope you can smile like this in the future." Jue Mo said suddenly, with deep distress in his tone, but did not look at her.
Michelle's heart moved, he actually understood her sorrow, and she was moved by how distressed he was. However, could she really be tempted? She was just a chess piece to hold him back, wasn't she?
"I will go back to Italy tomorrow. Something happened with the Mafia. I need to go back and deal with it." Jue Mo changed the topic and talked about the Mafia. Seeing the reluctance on Michelle's face, he said quickly, "
But I will only go there for a few days and I will come back after finishing the matter."
"Then be careful." Michelle nodded and hugged him, looking very worried.
"Don't worry." Jue Mo looked happy to have such a soft fragrance in his arms and smiled proudly.
However, he didn't know that he failed to go back because the next day, Michelle was attacked by a sniper and her life was in danger. She fell into a coma. The doctor said that her condition was very dangerous. If she didn't wake up, she might never wake up.
Already.
Therefore, Jue Mo did not return to Italy in the end. He stayed here with Michelle, as if he was waiting for something.
When it was almost early in the morning, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, and a figure flashed in. The pair of blue pupils paused slightly when they touched the person in the room. A look of surprise flashed through and he returned to calm, but he did not notice.
The man who seemed to be sleeping with his back turned suddenly opened his eyes, which contained a pair of cunning calculations.
"You're finally here." Jue Mo suddenly sat up but didn't look back, as if he knew who the person behind him was, and as if he was completely at ease with that person, so he fully exposed his back with such trust.