In the bedroom, Aunt Liao, a long-established gangster, narrated the origins of the Dark World. After hearing Ximen Lang's question, she continued: "Any gang leader who receives an invitation from the Dark World is not an ordinary person, and he is also the person the other party calls.
Value it. However, if you do not attend the annual meeting after receiving the invitation, the dark world will think that you do not respect them. Then, overnight, hundreds of gangs organized by this joint organization will become your enemies and do everything possible to eliminate them.
Get rid of you and eliminate your gang..."
Ximenlang said in surprise: "So serious?"
Aunt Liao nodded, "Yes, it is so serious. I remember that at the last Summit annual meeting, after receiving the invitation, An Jiahan, the leader of the Fire Bag Gang in Malaysia, was very disapproving and did not attend the annual meeting. Later, not only he
I was assassinated and died unexpectedly, and more than half of the members of the entire Fire Bag Gang were killed by mysterious forces, and were forced to announce their disbandment. In fact, everyone knows in their hearts that this is the work of the dark world, but there is nothing they can do."
Ximenlang said thoughtfully: "I see, it seems that I really have to go and attend this annual meeting. Although our Huamen is not afraid of anyone, I don't want to have many more enemies for no reason. In that case, it will be very difficult for our Huamen."
The development of the door is extremely unfavorable. But when will this peak annual meeting be held? There is no date on the invitation?"
Aunt Liao closed the invitation and turned it over and said, "Here is the date. Look..."
Ximen Lang moved his eyes and saw on the back of the invitation, it read, "The opening date of the annual meeting is July 13th, don't miss it. Heroes gather together. In order to avoid heavy casualties from enemies fighting, participants and their entourage are not allowed to carry guns and ammunition.
You are only allowed to wear cold weapons for self-defense." He shook his head and sighed: "He is an evil heretic after all, and his actions are always unexpected, and he actually moved the date to a later date."
Aunt Liao said: "There is still one week left before the annual meeting. Chief Sect Master, we should also make some preparations."
Ximenlang nodded, "Well, let's also go to Sicily to attend the summit annual meeting. You Jiujue, please come with me."
Aunt Liao's face was filled with joy and she said excitedly: "It's great. It's an honor for every underworld person to attend the summit annual meeting. I didn't expect that I would be able to go there once. Of course, this is all because of the boss.
The light of the master of the house. How about this, little girl, please give me your body, and you can enjoy it..." Then, half-seriously and half-falsely, she fell down her gauze-covered body and lay on the bed, her graceful curves
Ups and downs, magnificent and full of temptation.
After all, Ximen Lang is a hot-blooded young man. Seeing this scene that was even more domineering than a blockbuster film, his blood boiled. He said with a helpless smile: "Mom, please let me go. I have limited strength. If I can't help it, it will be bad."
Yeah, you have to make a mistake."
Aunt Liao floated over with her charming eyes like silk, and said in a sweet voice: "Chief Sect Master, who asked you to endure it? How hard is it to endure it like this? If you can't bear it, then hurry up and pounce on me."
Ximen Lang's face turned red, and he didn't know what to do for a moment. He had to turn his head, not daring to look at the charming beauty on the bed.
Aunt Liao stood up with a sweet smile and said: "Alright, Chief Sect Master, I'm joking with you, but don't pay attention. Only those who can resist temptation in the presence of beauty can be a real man.
A real man. Although I, Liao Chunhua, dare not say that I will conquer the country and conquer the city, I consider myself to be quite beautiful. Not many men can resist me. Therefore, you are a man who deserves to be upright and upright. I really admire you from the bottom of my heart."
Ximenlang smiled helplessly and said: "So your name is Liao Chunhua, which is quite interesting."
Aunt Liao said angrily, "What's the point? It's all rubbish. It wasn't the name given to me by my uneducated father. It's rubbish. Chief sect leader, a man like you who is loved by everyone deserves a wife and concubine."
It's better to go in groups. I'm old and old. I can't serve you and I will regret it for the rest of my life. However, I can introduce my daughter to you, how about it?"
Ximen Lang thought to himself, when did you have a daughter again and make me happy here again? He smiled and said jokingly: "Okay, aunt, you are as beautiful as a fairy, and your daughter will be the same. I agree."
Aunt Liao said with a smile: "Master, I am serious and I am not joking with you."
Ximen Lang immediately responded seriously, "Of course, I'm not kidding either."
Aunt Liao smiled mysteriously, "Okay, I'll note it down, and we'll make it a deal."
"Okay, it's settled."
"Then I'll go back first."
Aunt Liao stood up and walked away, leaving only a faint fragrance in the room, indicating that the beauty had stayed here.
Ximen Lang took a deep breath and shook his head with a wry smile. This woman is really good at confusing men and is very charming. If she hadn't tested me and really wanted to seduce me, I might not have been able to withstand it!
Three days later, Ximen Lang, together with Rose, Huamen Jiujue, and Kuangyun Guards took a charter flight to Sicily, that mysterious place.
"If you don't go to Sicily, it's like you haven't been to Italy, because you can find the source of Italy's beauty in Sicily!"
This is the world's true evaluation of the area formed by this island. However, behind the beautiful scenery is an abyss of sin.
Sicily is the birthplace of the Mafia, an organization that originated in the European Middle Ages and gradually evolved into a criminal gang that transcends the law. Here, there have always been two governments, one legal and one illegal.
In fact, it is the mafia that really controls the island, and the legal government is nothing more than an empty frame.
As one of the main franchisees of the dark world, the Italian Mafia felt deeply honored to be the host of this annual meeting, as if which country had won the right to host the Olympics.
The Boeing plane landed at the airport in Palermo, the capital. Ximenlang and others got off the plane, and five big men in black cloaks came forward and stopped in front of them.
The leader of the big men put his left hand on his chest and lowered his head slightly as a courtesy. Then, he immediately straightened up, his eyes fell on the face of the handsome young man opposite, and asked: "Excuse me, are you Ximen, the chief sect of Huamen?"
Mr. Lang?"
Ximen Lang nodded, "It's me." He looked over suspiciously, "Are you guys?"
"Hello, we are the Dark Messengers, and this is my identity certificate." The big man raised his left hand, and an extremely small black shield appeared in his hand. It was tempered from a special material, with dots of gold stars shining on it, and Arabic numerals written on it.
Number, "315."
Damn, 315, isn’t that our country Z’s holiday? Ximen Lang secretly laughed in his heart, this guy’s number is so damn funny, so interesting...