"Sigh! What's the point of blaming you?" Li Jia sighed softly on the other end of the phone. He knew very well why Angel, that eerie woman, hadn't taken action. The more people around Emily died while ensuring Emily's safety, the more attention Li Jia would receive when he appeared. This would greatly increase the chances of Li Jia and Li Xiaoyue (Emily) recognizing each other. This was perfectly reasonable for Angel. Li Jia only had one wish: for Emily to be safe. Everything else was not on his mind for the time being.
"Where are they going next?" Li Jia asked after thinking for a moment.
“Moscow is a major city where the Black Hand’s influence has spread. It will be very difficult for Emily to return to Florence safely.” Angel started the car and followed Emily from a distance. The black car didn’t even have its headlights on.
"Okay, got it. See you in Moscow!" Li Jia said, then hung up the phone.
Angel parked her car outside the small hotel, took out the earphone that was a sham, and listened to the conversation inside with a smug look on her face.
In Astana, a distinctive profession is the knife-wielder, a devotee of cold weapons. Each person wields a machete about one meter long. In the local gangs, the knife-wielders are the rulers. As partners of the Italian Mafia, they received intelligence and dispatched forty ruthless knife-wielders to ambush and kill Emily and her companions. Unexpectedly, they encountered two masters, an old man and a young man, whose knife skills were incredibly fierce. Although they killed Emily's other henchmen, Emily and the old man and the young man ultimately managed to escape.
This result infuriated Nursu Dana, the current leader of the knife-wielding organization. Forty men couldn't handle ten; if word got out, the international mafia would laugh at them. "Investigate! They must be killed! They absolutely cannot leave this place! Otherwise, I won't be able to explain this to old Camander in Italy!"
Nursu. He crushed the wine glass in Dana's hand, sternly giving the order before picking up a handkerchief from the table and gently wiping the glass shards from his palms. The thick calluses on his palms prevented even sharp glass from piercing them. The two tall women standing beside him smiled, seemingly accustomed to Nursu. It was as if Dana broke several glasses every day.
“Uncle Liang, I’m thinking of sneaking into the airport while we still have time. I have a few airport VIP cards. We can hide in the absolutely safe VIP lounge, and then when the plane arrives, we can just go through the VIP lane and avoid the searchers!” Xiao Long said, taking out several yellow cards. He then nodded and added, “No one will expect us to have these. In the eyes of the knife-wielders, we are just transit passengers. These are cards that only locals would have, so there’s no way we would have them!”
“Okay! Let’s change cars.” After saying that, Uncle Liang looked at a black Volkswagen sedan parked not far away. Xiao Long nodded and came out of the hotel. After looking around, he headed straight for the car.
Just as Xiaolong walked to the car and raised his fist to smash the window, the car's headlights turned on, and a captivating voice rang out from inside the car.
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