All I could hear was the sound of the puff bullets entering the flesh.

Blood flowers splashed from the supporters.

Those who broke into the rescue of the Tuscan clan leader after hearing the sound fell to the ground without saying a word.

No more heartbeat.

After a brief sound, the ground was covered with European corpses.

Even those who had not come in outside were shot and killed on the spot by bullets flying backwards.

At this point, the Tuscan clan leader's subordinates were wiped out.

Even, there is no chance to escape.

But they are lucky enough compared to the Tuscan patriarch.

Because, at least they don’t have to endure the pain.

"Ahhhh... let me go... my brother won't let you go..."

The tragic cry almost pierced the eardrum.

The Tuscan patriarch turned into a fireman and screamed in the fire.

The howling became weaker and weaker, and it soon disappeared completely.

In the clusters of fire, the Tuscan clan leader turned into a pile of ashes.

The burnt smell is as strong as the essence.

At this moment, Lin Yu smiled and shook his head: "What a pity, God did not bless you."

"Silly guy, you dare to show up here without even knowing who your opponent is."

A cold voice sounded, and the smile disappeared from the corner of Lin Yu's mouth.

The cold light appeared in his eyes.

It was like a hungry shark, smelling the sweet fragrance of blood.

The prelude to killing slowly begins.

At this time, Zhang Guohao and Ah Hua stood there.

The images seen from the video are far less powerful than the impact of facing death.

A living person was burned to death before them and turned into ashes.

The miserable screams still echoed in my mind.

You know, that is the patriarch of the Tuscan family and the Pope's brother.

Now this guy with a strong background dies before their eyes.

Danger is getting closer.

They knew very well that they could not stay in Europe.

No one can stay here safely without any injury if he offends the Holy See.

Perhaps, we should evacuate immediately.

Thinking of this, the two looked at each other.

If they want to survive in such a battle between big men, they have to hide far away.

"Mr. Lin, there was such a big disturbance just now. I believe that the local security agency will send people here soon. Should we transfer immediately?"

Zhang Guohao lowered his voice and asked carefully.

If possible, he really wanted to take people back to China by plane immediately.

"Don't panic. If they weren't idiots, they would never have sent anyone here."

Lin Yu smiled and said calmly.

As he spoke, he slowly sat down again.

Outside the broken window, a wisp of cold wind blew.

The burnt smell in the living room faded away quickly.

At this time, Zhang Guohao's eyes appeared in his hesitation.

His throat was squirming up and down, looking like he was eager to speak but stopped.

Lin Yu on the opposite side seemed to have not noticed anything at all.

Sitting leisurely on the sofa, my expression was still so calm.

After a while, Zhang Guohao took a deep breath and said slowly: "Mr. Lin, don't you want to know why the Tuscan family is dealing with me?"

After hearing this, Lin Yu smiled faintly: "If you want to say it, don't say it if you don't want to say it. I have never liked to peek at other people's secrets. I respect everyone's right to do so."

While speaking, his expression did not change at all.

It seems that I'm too lazy to listen to one more sentence.

In his eyes, the conflict between Zhang Guohao and the Tuscan family was nothing.

The difference between them is too big.

The major matter of life and death between Zhang Guohao and the Tuscan family may be insignificant when it comes to Lin Yu.

Therefore, he was not interested in Zhang Guohao's words at all.

If the other party is willing to say it, he will treat it as a chat to relieve his boredom.

He didn't want to ask what he didn't want to say.

The gap in strength determines the level of vision.

Lin Yu and Zhang Guohao can be said to be people from two worlds. Apart from this accidental encounter, there will be no intersection.

At this moment, Lin Yu picked up the teapot and continued to brew.

The faint fragrance of tea washes away the blood of killing.

"Mr. Lin has saved me. Zhang will never repay such a great kindness in his life. What can I say?"

Zhang Guohao bowed and said in a sincere tone.

"Actually, my grudge with the Tuscan family is very simple to say, just because of a piece of Yanhuang antique."

Speaking of this, he sighed deeply.

"Zhang has been doing business in Europe and has accumulated a little wealth over the past decade. About seven months ago, a European friend of mine borrowed a sum of funds from my company because of business turnover."

"At that time, the funds were mortgaged by a manor under his name. If there was no way to repay the funds within half a year, the manor would belong to my name."

"Half a year later, a month ago, my friend's business failed and the company went bankrupt, so I naturally took over the manor under his name."

"Speaking of this, that manor is really good. It is a heritage passed down by this friend's ancestors. Almost all of the manors are old-fashioned buildings from two centuries ago, and the scenery is very beautiful."

"So after a field visit, I planned to transform this manor into a characteristic hotel with a classical style, specifically used to entertain fellow Yanhuang who traveled to Europe."

At this time, Lin Yu frowned slightly.

What Zhang Guohao said seems to have nothing to do with the reason why he was chased.

He didn't even want to listen to a word about business.

With his current reputation and strength, he has long lost his idea of ​​money.

However, he is not impatient now, and he also knows that Zhang Guohao should not be a person who can't even speak, and he has never been interrupted by birth.

Zhang Guohao seemed not to notice this, and still said to himself: "When I led people to clean the manor, I found a sandalwood box from an abandoned basement. When I opened it, it contained an ancient silk painting."

"There was a particularly strange painting embroidered on it. At that time, I knew at a glance that this must be an antique passed down by our ancestors of Yan and Huang, so I carefully put it away."

"I took a few photos and specially asked an expert to make a preliminary identification. Based on the style of the embroidery painting on the silk painting, the experts determined that this silk painting should be from Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang."

"After confirmation, I sent someone to inquire about the family history of this friend. Only then did I know that his great-grandmother was the youngest daughter of Stein, England. When she got married, she brought a dowry, part of which was an antique from Mogao Grottoes."

Having said that, Zhang Guohao looked up at Lin Yu.

Seeing the other person's face, a trace of curiosity began to appear.

So he continued: "Stein's full name is Mark O'Leir Stein. He is originally from Hungary and is a Jew. He became a British citizen in 1904."

"In 1907, I received the news that the Sutra Cave was discovered in Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang. I immediately rushed to Dunhuang with a translator and took out 200 taels of silver. Taoist Zhang, who guarded Mogao Grottoes, helped open the Sutra Cave. After stolen treasures for seven consecutive nights, I transported away 24 boxes of Dunhuang manuscript scriptures, nearly 10,000 volumes. 5 large boxes of silk paintings and silk fabrics, about 500 pictures."

"Some of the treasures he stole were left in India, most of them were transported back to the UK, left in the British Museum, and a very small part of them were collected by him and passed on to his direct children."

"And the silk painting I found was one of the silk paintings Stein stole from Mogao Grottoes in the last century. When his daughter got married, she took them out as a dowry."

"My friend's family has been in the middle of his home. The silk paintings have been kept in the underground storage room and piled up with the useless debris, so they were not discovered and preserved."

Speaking of this in one breath, Zhang Guohao shook his head gently.

"As a Yanhuang man, Zhang will naturally collect the antiques that are wandering in his country when they are in my hands."

"And not long after, I got the news of the silk painting documents from the basement of the manor and accidentally spread it. A few days later, the friend called me personally and asked me to return the silk painting documents because the manor was originally his."

"But since the silk painting documents are antiques that I have been living outside in Yanhuang, I naturally don't want to keep it away. After receiving the call, on the one hand, I don't want to hand over the silk paintings, and on the other hand, I don't want to lose my reputation because of this, so I negotiated with that friend about a price and gave him some money to buy this silk painting."
Chapter completed!