Han Zhan glanced at the chef sitting in the small restaurant watching the Spring Festival Gala and asked doubtfully, "Can the chef do it?"

"Yes, he used to run a mahjong parlor."

"Okay then."

The uncle cook was still wearing his chef's coat and a tall white hat. As he sat next to Han Zhan, he immediately had the demeanor of a master.

Soon, the uncle cook showed his professional and experienced mahjong skills to Han Zhan and Yan Jiang, leaving Han Zhan and his friends with empty wallets.

Han Zhan was actually a person who was reluctant to spend money. When he found out that he had lost all his cash, a total of 10,000 yuan, his heart was bleeding.

"Let's stop playing." Han Zhan asked Yan Jiang, "Shall we set off fireworks?"

Su Huanyan asked Han Zhan: "Aren't fireworks banned?"

"Fireworks are banned in the city, but no one cares about it here in the mountains."

"Then let's go."

Seeing that Han Zhan and his group had dispersed and were planning to set off fireworks, Song Ci didn't want to play anymore. Song Ci asked Nan Yanyan, "Do you want to set off fireworks?"

"...good."

Later, everyone stopped playing cards and ran to the back mountain to set off fireworks.

After the fireworks, they went on the Ferris wheel and the roller coaster. A group of adults in their thirties were as crazy as a group of mentally retarded children. They played until two o'clock in the morning, and when everyone was tired, they went back to their rooms to sleep.

The next morning, after breakfast, Cheng Yanmo was the first to say goodbye, and Nan Yanyan also took Cheng Yanmo's car to go down the mountain.

Cecilio stayed behind. He, Han Zhan and Agen fought several games in the training ground until they were sweating profusely and had no strength left. Then the three of them lay on the ground, motionless.

Cecilio sighed, "I haven't had such a good fight in a long time."

Valan laughed at him and said, "That's why you deserve to be beaten."

Cecilio: "Do you believe I can sit you up and beat you until you cry for your mother?"

"Then I will definitely fight back and beat you so hard that you'll run around looking for your dad."

Han Zhan: "..."

"Can you all be quiet? You're all adults in your thirties, why are you acting like three-year-olds?"

Argen snorted arrogantly, slowly stood up, patted his butt, and finally felt relieved when he found his wallet behind his butt. "I'm going to eat first, leaving."

As soon as Argen left, Cecilio asked Han Zhan: "What did you want to do when you called me last time? Who offended you?" From Han Zhan's tone, it seemed that he was going to do something big.

Han Zhan sat up, picked up a stone, and accurately hit a sparrow on the ground. The sparrow fell to the ground and did not move. Han Zhan stared at the little sparrow that had lost its ability to fly and said, "It's okay. I have arranged everything."

Cecilio looked sideways at him, and after a long pause, he said, "Of the three of us brothers, you are the most like our father. You are ruthless and will not give up until you achieve your goals. But you are also more powerful than our father."

Han Zhan frowned and asked, "Why?"

Cecilio said, "My father killed people with a frown on his face, but you did it with a smile." People like this are far more terrifying than Edward. No wonder Edward hates Han Zhan so much. Because people hate those who are similar to themselves.

Han Zhan smiled and shrugged, "He and I are still different. I have a conscience, and he doesn't." This is the biggest difference between him and Edward.

Cecilio didn't comment on his words. He patted Han Zhan on the shoulder and told him, "Hoff, if you need help, you can tell me."

"good."

After the fourth day of the New Year, Cecilio and his friends returned to Italy.

On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Song Fei and Song Ci both received an email containing a ticket that went directly to the Mo family in Shu, as well as an ID card that allowed them to enter the Mo family.