The scene that happened before his eyes scared Jirou half to death.
Is it possible that Virgilio was raped? How could he die like this? Even with the advanced technology now, there are no drugs that can cure him. Moreover, why is it only useful for Virgilio and not for himself?
Is it possible that I am also gifted?
And Virgilio saw that he was extremely talented, so he took him in, instead of killing him, and prepared to train him into a super master.
Thinking of this, Giroud became excited. He seemed to have imagined the scene of himself becoming a super master.
However, there are no eggs.
The premise is that he can leave here alive, and at the same time, Virgilio also leaves alive. Otherwise, if he leaves and Virgilio does not leave, who will teach him and train him?
After all - horses like him often come along, but gentlemen like Virgilio don't often come around.
Therefore, Giroud also stopped, but he did not follow Virgilio impulsively and ran back. Instead, he stood not far away and shouted to Virgilio anxiously: "Boss, you are going in the wrong direction.
, you are crazy, run quickly, run towards me, there are too many of them!"
Virgilio refused and continued walking towards the men in black without looking back.
"Oh, I'm going!" Giroud stamped his feet fiercely, then ran towards Virgilio, then pulled him and said: "Don't leave, we are all surrounded now, before they can
Kill them all, let’s leave here quickly, leaving the green hills behind, so we don’t have to worry about running out of firewood. Safety comes first!”
"Let's go!" Virgilio's eyes were firm and resolute. He didn't look at Giroud, but just stared at one of the men in black. "This place has nothing to do with you anymore. It's my battle now! They will
Pay the price for this!"
When Virgilio said the last words, his eyes were burning with fire.
These people had completely angered him.
If at first he just wanted to do something big enough to shock the whole of Italy, now he has another reason, a reason that makes him want to tear these people into pieces.
It is said that no harm will come to the family. These people are really immoral and have no bottom line in what they do.
They are the black society. Is there a bigger black society in Italy than them?
The answer is no!
This is a provocation and a challenge. Virgilio must let them know how serious the consequences of offending their mafia will be.
"But - there are too many of them! Boss, I know you are very strong, but you can't beat four hands with two fists, and even masters are afraid of pistols. They all have weapons in their hands. Let's retreat first and go back to bring in reinforcements...
"
"I can't leave!" Virgilio shook his head, and then said: "If we just leave, they will definitely escape. How will we find the third prince then? What is the purpose of bringing me here?
Isn’t it just to find him?”
"Besides, even if they drive me away this time, I won't leave either!" Virgilio sneered.
While Virgilio was speaking, he also walked to places not far from the men in black.
Giroud gritted his teeth, a tangled look appeared on his face. When it came time to make a choice, should he stay and die with Virgilio, or should he escape from here now.
Although you may not be able to escape, if you stay here, the probability of death will be very high.
Maybe Virgilio will not die, but he is a betrayer. As the third prince who betrayed him, he will definitely be killed. Of course, killing may be a very good result, because the worse thing is-life
Better to die.
His heart was tangled and struggling.
There was even a flash in his mind of betraying Virgilio and siding with the third prince again, but he quickly put an end to this thought.
Betrayal, like cheating, is addictive.
Moreover, even if he betrayed Virgilio, the third prince would not necessarily want him to be such a betrayer.
Therefore, after a slight hesitation, Giroud made up his mind and stood firmly behind Virgilio.
His back was straight and his eyes were bright. He felt that he had never been so tall and powerful.
"Boss, if you don't leave, I won't leave either!" Giroud said: "When you spared my life, my life is yours. The worst I can do is give it back to you today! However, even if I die, I will follow you.
They go all out and hire a few backers. If one of them is enough, the two of them will make a profit!"
"Haha——!" Virgilio looked at Giroud this time, with a confident smile on his face, and said: "You are very good, I didn't think highly of you. However, based on this group of trash, can you keep them?"
It's still unknown to us, let's go in and kill him one by one, and capture the third prince."
"That's right!" Giroud said: "With such trash, I may not be able to stop you, boss!"
Virgilio stared fiercely at the group of men in black, and then shouted in a cold voice, "Where is the third prince? If you have the guts, let him come out to see me. What kind of hero can he be if he catches a woman?"
"Bah bang bang—!"
At this time, there was a sudden burst of gentle clapping, and then, directly opposite them, the men in black slowly made way for a way, and a handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes slowly walked up to Virgilio and
In front of Giroud.
At the same time, a man in black immediately moved a chair for the young man and placed it behind him. The young man sat down and slowly stretched out his right hand. A man in black put a lit cigar on him.
between fingers.
"Virgilio, long time no see and I miss you so much!"
"Third Prince, you are indeed here!" Virgilio stared at the young man with a cold light in his eyes and said in a cold voice.
"Yes, I'm here! I've been waiting for you for a long time, and I know that this traitor will definitely bring you here! They only know one of the routes to get here, so I deliberately didn't send anyone to guard it.
The purpose is to invite you to the urn. I didn’t expect that you actually came! You really didn’t disappoint me!”
"You are very good too!" Virgilio said: "You dare to touch our mafia people!"
"The whole world is the king's land, and the shores of the land are the king's ministers." The third prince said: "Have you heard this sentence? The whole of Italy belongs to our royal family, who am I afraid to touch?"
"Where is the person?" Virgilio's forehead was throbbing with veins. He suppressed his anger and said, "Where is she? Let her out!"