The richest man in the magic city
Chapter 442: One person shocks the secret hall of Italy
The moment this sound rang, the laughter of the Mafia high-level inside the house stopped abruptly.
Everyone's expressions changed drastically, and then they turned their heads abruptly and looked towards the stairs of the villa.
I saw a yellow-skinned Oriental man, holding a beautiful blonde and blue-eyed girl, slowly walking down the stairs from the second floor.
Everyone's complexion instantly became serious.
Here is the private villa of Mafia party leader Bai Lun, which is extremely guarded.
It can be described as one post with three steps and one post with ten steps.
And around the villa, various sophisticated instruments were laid out.
It can be said that if flies have been coming in all the time, they will be found in the first time.
And the man and woman in front of them actually walked down the second floor of Bailun Villa.
The problem explained in it made everyone's eyes cold.
Fang Xiaoru hugged Sophia, stepped out, and instantly came to everyone's eyes from the corner of the stairs on the second floor.
In an instant, he crossed a distance of more than five meters.
Whether it was the party leader Bai Lun or the high-level people present, his pupils suddenly shrank.
"Why don't you laugh anymore, didn't you guys talk very happily just now?"
Fang Xiaoru had a smile on his face and looked at the Mafia executives in front of him with a joking look.
Party leader Bai Lun yelled fiercely.
The six high-level officials at the scene immediately took out their pistols from their arms and, apart from anything else, started shooting directly at Fang Xiaoru and Sophia.
The sound of gunshots was endless, resounding in the empty villa.
However, what made Mafia's high-level people amazed.
After all their bullets were shot, the pair of men and women in front of them stood there unscathed.
Fang Xiaoru let go of his hands, and silver bullets fell from his hands.
He said lightly: "Bullets are useless to me."
"This is impossible!"
"Even the bullets can be caught, and so many!"
"Who are you? Why are you here?"
The seniors of Mafia are not calm, their eyes are full of shock and panic.
Receiving bullets with bare hands, a scene that would only appear in movies, actually appeared before their eyes.
This kind of shock and panic is beyond words at all.
Bai Lun, Mafia's party leader, stood up with a heavy face.
Fang Xiaoru was taken aback for a moment, "Unexpectedly, I wear sunglasses and you still know me."
He smiled, took off his sunglasses, snorted, looked at his 3D projection in the sky, and said, "Did you guys discuss me just now?"
When Fang Xiaoru took off his sunglasses and revealed his face, all the senior officials suddenly exclaimed.
They never expected that the person who was still talking about just now planned to target each other, but he did not expect to appear in the next moment.
And still appeared in such a shocking posture.
They subconsciously stepped back two steps and tightened their guns tightly.
Bai Lun's face was very solemn, and he asked, "Mr. Fang came to me, what's the matter?"
Fang Xiaoru said lightly: "Nothing else, just want you to submit to me."
"Surrender?" Bai Lun's eyes changed, and he smiled strongly: "Mr. Fang may not know it. Our Mafia is supported by the Bartlett family, which is different from ordinary dark power."
"How can you decide whether to submit or not?"
As soon as Fang Xiaoru's words fell, the palm of his hand was slapped, and the bottle of red wine in front of him burst into pieces.
After the bottle was broken, the red wine inside actually crossed an arc and flew to Fang Xiaoru strangely.
Fang Xiaoru used his internal force, these red wines immediately formed into ice cubes, and then flew towards the seven Mafia high-levels present.
Before they could react, the red wine ice cubes had fallen into their bodies.
Everyone was stunned by Fang Xiaoru's hand, and the wine bottle shattered with a shot in the air, but with a wave of the palm, the red wine turned into pieces of crushed ice. They had never seen such a scene.
At the same time, they didn't understand what Fang Xiaoru meant by this action?
Bai Lun said vigilantly: "What did you do to us?"
Fang Xiaoru smiled softly and said, "Don't be anxious, you will know later."
Looking at the smile on Fang Xiaoru's face, Bai Lun had a bad feeling in his heart for no reason.
Sure enough, in less than a minute, he suddenly felt a violent itching all over his body.
This itching sensation swept his whole body at once.
He looked at the seven people next to him and found that they were just like himself.
This itching sensation slowly penetrated from the surface of the skin to the bone marrow.
None of Mafia's senior officials at the scene endured this pain and began to tickle crazily.
They went from lightly tickling to crazy scratching at the end.
In the end, the itching deep into the bone marrow, tortured them rolling on the ground.
The skin on their bodies was scratched by their own nails. After a while, all of them were covered with nail marks on their bodies, and there were scars from scratches by nails everywhere, blood stained, and they looked terrifying!
"What the hell is this and why do I itch like this?"
"Spare me, spare me."
"I am willing to submit to you, please forgive me, I am willing to submit."
The Mafia executives, who were injured and bleed and never frowned, were tortured by the deep bone marrow pain.
This situation continued for nearly ten minutes before the itching on their bodies slowly subsided.
Everyone lay on the ground without an image, gasping for breath.
The ten-minute torture just now was an experience they had never had in their lives.
It was a kind of torture that could not wait to die, a kind of pain that life is better than death!
Fang Xiaoru looked at the people lying on the ground without an image, and asked with a smile, "How is it? Doesn't it feel good?"