The car moved forward smoothly.
Little Yuzu's hands were bound with silk, her eyes were covered by something cool so she couldn't see anything, and her mouth was also gagged with a soft handkerchief.
The person who stuffed the handkerchief into her mouth was very gentle, and she wasn't hurt at all.
The situation was very critical.
It's not that Xiaoyouzi doesn't want to help.
Instead, a bunch of people were pointing guns at her. Even if she were a god, she couldn't perfectly dodge them and would have to accept her fate.
Xiao Ye wanted to make a move, but Xiao Youzi stopped him.
They surrendered without resistance as soon as they arrived in Italy.
Little Yuzi sniffed. There was no strange smell in the car; on the contrary, there was a faint fragrance.
There was no sound of people talking around, only the sound of cars driving by.
Xiaoyouzi focused her senses and realized there were four people around her and two more a little further away.
That is to say, there were seven people in the car.
The other cars must be nearby.
It took more than twenty people to capture them; the other side has big ambitions.
It's most likely that my brother caused that big trouble.
Little Yuzu considered it herself and concluded that there was no major danger.
She didn't immediately let her guard down; her ears twitched, and she was still paying attention to her surroundings.
I don't know how much time passed before the car stopped.
"Go!" The person next to me said in a deep, rough voice.
Little Yuzu understood and was about to get up when she felt herself being picked up and thrown out.
It really was thrown out.
"Hmm!" She felt her body being lifted into the air, frowned, and prepared to break free of the ropes with brute force, when she felt herself fall into a solid embrace.
She immediately stopped struggling.
Pretending to be innocent is her forte.
Little Yuzu didn't move, resting her head against the man's strong chest.
He heard the man's voice coming from his chest: "Why did you throw her? What if she fell? Luckily I caught her."
The man chattered on and on, and another person argued with him for a bit, but Little Yuzu didn't understand a word he said.
My head was still a little fuzzy from what I was hearing.
Little Yuzu was gently placed on the ground, and her hands were held as she walked forward.
She hadn't walked far when she heard the man say a few words, and then she was led to the sofa.
Little Yuzu plopped down on her bottom.
After a moment of silence, Xiaoyouzi felt someone sit down next to her.
The person had a faint perfume scent, like a refreshing floral and fruity fragrance.
Little Yuzi sniffed, finding the fragrance so enticing it made her feel slightly dizzy.
The man touched Xiaoyouzi's face, then got up and sat opposite her: "How can you treat a girl so rudely? Untie her."
Little Yuzu can't see clearly, nor can she understand.
She felt someone untie the ribbon on her wrist and remove the handkerchief from her mouth.
Finally, the silk scarf covering her eyes was also removed.
Little Yuzu blinked, calmed herself down, and her eyes gradually regained focus.
The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was a pair of deep, emerald-green eyes.
Would you like some water?
The man had a smile on his face and asked a question casually.
He is Italian.
Little Yuzu didn't understand and looked at him blankly.
The man in front of her was tall and slender, wearing a sharp suit, and sat casually on the coffee table, facing Xiaoyouzi.
His facial features were very deep-set, and his eyes were emerald green, captivating like whirlpools.
Little Yuzu pursed her lips.
Why is this person looking at me with such deep affection?
Suddenly, Xiaoyouzi remembered a sentence she had heard when she was searching for Italians: Many Italians have deep, affectionate eyes, even when they look at dogs.
Now, facing it head-on, Xiaoyouzi still feels a little scared.
Little Yuzu remained silent for a long time, and the man chuckled softly, "Can't understand? Send someone over."
The man said something to the bodyguard next to him, and the man left.
He then looked at the little pomelo.
The two looked at each other in silence.
Little Yuzu ignored him and glanced around.
The three brothers were blindfolded, their hands were tied with thick hemp rope, and their mouths were stuffed with cloth. They sat pitifully on the ground.
Little Yuzi remained unfazed.
Why does this person treat themselves differently?
Is it just because I'm a child?
Not long after, a man from the Flower Country arrived.
He was very thin, wore silver-rimmed glasses, and looked quite refined.
This must be this person's translation.
Sure enough, the person stood next to the man, and the man said, "Would you like some water?"
"He asked if you wanted water," the man said, his voice clear and cold, like a spring gurgling from a valley.
"No need," Little Yuzu shook her head, refusing the man's offer.
The man wasn't annoyed, and asked again, "Aren't you afraid?"
The translation was immediately sent to Xiaoyouzi.
Little Yuzu looked at him with her bright eyes: "I'm not scared. Is there something you want from me?"
"You know?" The man's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing the translator's words.
Little Yuzu remained silent, completely at ease.
Since she needed someone's help, she felt more at ease.
“My name is Booker Edson, just call me Edson. What’s your name?” the man introduced himself to Xiaoyouzi.
Little Yuzu pursed her lips and then said, "My name is Little Yuzu."
"Little Yuzu, right? I heard you're very capable. Why don't you guess why I'm looking for you?" Edson said cheerfully, looking like a kind man.
But Xiaoyouzi could smell the blood on him.
It has a pungent smell.
Instead of speaking rashly, Xiaoyouzi asked, "What do you all know? What does this mean?"
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