At this moment, seeing that Arang was in a good mood, Song Ci asked, "Is it Edward who wants to see me?"
Valan did not deny it.
Song Ci had only heard Han Zhan mention Edward a few times, and she was full of curiosity about him.
She asked Valjean, "What kind of person is Edward?"
Valgen narrowed his eyes and looked at the beautiful Mediterranean. After a long moment, he said, "It's not a person."
Song Ci was slightly stunned.
This sounds like an insult.
Song Ci also felt that Valang was cursing.
"Be specific?"
Argen sneered, "You'll know when you see it."
Arjan's mysterious answer made Song Ci uneasy.
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When talking about Sicily, what comes to mind most are the movies "Sicily's Beautiful Legend" and "The Godfather".
Sicily is actually very beautiful, with beautiful sea scenery, charming beauties, handsome and charming men, and towering buildings full of Baroque style.
Arang did not live in Palermo, but in Catania.
This is a city built on the foundations of a volcano.
It is located east of Sicily, at the southern tip of Italy, beneath Mount Etna.
Song Ci got off the boat with Agen and stood on the land of Catania port. When he looked up, he could see the majestic and dangerous Mount Etna in the distance.
Valan pointed at Mount Etna and said, "You asked me what kind of person Edward is. To Jiang Shiyu, he is this silent volcano in front of us, beautiful, magnificent, heart-warming, and gentle. To us, it is a volcano in eruption, dangerous, enough to destroy an entire city."
Song Ci stared at Mount Etna and pursed her lips.
A car stopped in front of them and Valan invited Song Ci to get in.
But this time, Song Ci rode in a car alone, and Arang obediently got on the car behind.
The car drove slowly in the city of Catania. The architecture of this city was different from that of other cities. Its buildings were all gray, which was depressing.
The car drove for a long time before stopping in front of a large house full of Mediterranean style.
This house is very different from the surrounding gray buildings. It looks very charming, like a pearl in the Mediterranean.
Valan got out of the car, stood behind her, and said, "He's in there."
Cold sweat gradually broke out on Song Ci's back.
"Let's go."
Valang walked in front with his hands in his pockets, ignoring Song Ci.
Once in Edward's territory, Song Ci couldn't escape even if he wanted to.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Song Ci still followed Arang into the house.
Crossing the cobblestone road and bypassing the swimming pool, Song Ci arrived in front of a three-story blue and white building.
Near the small building, there were several guards in suits standing.
Song Ci's legs felt a little weak.
She became timid before she even met Edward.
Especially when he saw Valan take his hands out of his pockets and hang them down obediently by his legs, he put away his cynical expression and looked serious.
Song Ci is even more cowardly.
Valan walked into the house with light steps, and without staying on the first floor, he went straight up the stairs to the second floor.
Song Ci followed Arang and met a group of people when going upstairs.
Two men in black clothes came down from upstairs dragging a woman.
She was a European or American woman. She was dressed very coolly, with a white veil covering her delicate body and only a pair of panties between her legs.
But what attracted Song Ci's attention was not the woman's good figure, but the blood on her body.
The blood flowed from her abdomen to her thighs, and the bright red blood flowed down her sexy long legs. How could this scene not be scary?
Song Ci glanced at the woman's abdomen and saw a knife stuck in her abdomen.
Song Ci suddenly grabbed the corner of Arang's clothes.
Valang stopped without looking back. Thinking Song Ci was scared, Valang said, "She is a spy."
Song Ci had already guessed this relationship. What she wanted to say was, "Arrang, if I die, can you help me pass on a message to Han Zhan?"
Arang hated himself, but he liked Han Zhan very much.
If he really had to leave a last word, Song Ci chose to tell Valang.
Valan said nothing.
Behind him, the woman said, "Just tell him that Song Ci has never blamed him. Song Ci has only one request, which is that he live well and take good care of his daughters."
Argen curled his lips and said, "I'm not interested in being a messenger."
Arjan lifted his leg and walked forward.
Song Ci followed Arang and walked into the second floor.
There is a spacious living room on the second floor with a luxurious large brown leather sofa.
The living room is connected to the corridor, and outside the corridor is the sea.
The sea breeze blew in from the balcony, and Song Ci's dress fluttered.
She hurriedly lowered her head to adjust her skirt.
When Song Ci looked up, he saw a man in a black shirt standing under the partition door frame between the balcony and the living room.
The man was tall and sturdy, about 1.9 meters tall.
He had a light beard on his chin and wore a pair of thick-framed black glasses that covered his sharp and vicious gray-blue eyes.
He crossed his arms and looked at Song Ci who was adjusting her dress, his eyes were so complicated.
Song Ci saw longing, hatred, and greed in the man's eyes.
Song Ci's heart was beating incredibly fast.
She knew who it was.
Edward!
The devil that even Han Zhan is afraid of!
Song Ci glanced at Arjan out of the corner of her eye.
Valan lowered his eyes slightly, clasped his hands together and placed them on his abdomen, not daring to look up and meet Edward's gaze.
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