Although they felt that this guy was too improper, they were just talking about his "great achievements", how could he only care about eating fruits like a "starving ghost".
However, when it reached their mouths, the two women still bit into the dragon fruit.
"Do you want more? It tastes pretty good." Yang Cheng asked.
Qiangwei swallowed and rolled her eyes at Yang Cheng, "I was just talking about you, why don't you tell us about it? Ning'er and I both like to hear about your past stories."
Yang Cheng waved his hand, "What's there to tell? It's not like it's a happy story."
Cai Ning turned her head and asked Ron, "Mr. Ron, how did you get to know Yang Cheng back then? Why did you go from being the president of the Mafia Alliance to being his butler?
"Ron looked helpless," Madam, to be honest, this is what I've always wanted to ask His Majesty Pluto, but he refused to tell me.
In fact, before the three countries invaded Sicily, I didn't know His Majesty Pluto at all, and our Mafia had almost no interaction with him.
At that time, the sudden appearance of His Majesty Pluto also shocked us, but no matter what, it was thanks to him that we were able to repel the British elite troops, and then the Italian and French troops were defeated. "
The two women looked at each other. They didn't think that Yang Cheng was the kind of messenger who would uphold justice … Even the Mafia had nothing to do with justice.
"Hubby, why did you help Mr. Ron back then?" Qiangwei asked curiously.
Yang Cheng rubbed his nose, "What's there to ask? Maybe I was drunk that day and wanted to kill people randomly …"
"Don't be muddle-headed. Whenever you want to lie, you like to touch your nose." Qiangwei pinched Yang Cheng's nose and scolded jokingly.
Yang Cheng was stared at by the two women in a daze. After thinking about it for so many years, he decided to just say it, so he said, "Actually, it was also by accident …"
"By accident?"
Ron was also listening carefully. He was also very confused about the cause of the sudden situation back then.
Yang Cheng nodded. "At that time, I happened to promise Catherine … Oh, Jane's mother to help them get rid of the British royal family's pursuit and seize the British royal power.
It just so happened that the commander of the special forces who was responsible for the pursuit was also the guy who was responsible for attacking Sicily Island. I found him that day. He was leading his troops against the Mafia.
How could I wait for them to finish fighting before killing them? Time is precious. I still have to return to England to fight the Sword in the Stone. Thus, I didn't care too much. I'll just kill them first! "
Ron looked conflicted. He finally understood why Yang Cheng refused to tell them why he helped them back then. It turned out that helping them was really just a "bonus".
Ron smiled bitterly and didn't know what to say. However, he didn't care too much about it since he had done him a great favor.
Qiangwei and Cai Ning couldn't help giggling. This kind of shameless and outrageous thing was what Yang Cheng would do.
While talking and laughing, everyone had arrived at Palermo, the capital of Sicily.
Palermo was praised by the great poet Dante in the early Renaissance as the most beautiful Muslim city in the world. Here, there were beautiful Arab architectural sceneries everywhere.
After getting off the plane, the current patriarch of the Constantine Family, Fidero, who was also Ron's eldest son, had sent several black Bentley limousines to wait silently outside the airport.
Fidero's appearance was very similar to Ron's. He had two small mustaches and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He didn't look like the leader of a Mafia family at all.
When the figure of Yang Cheng wearing a flowery shirt appeared in front of this group of Mafia, Fidero and several other children of the Constantine Family were obviously quite eager.
"Your Majesty Pluto, welcome to Sicily again," Fidero bowed and saluted, and a group of men in black suits behind him also followed humbly.
Some passers-by didn't feel too surprised when they saw this scene. In Sicily, especially in the Mafia, class distinctions were very common. It wasn't a big deal for someone to suddenly kneel on the main road.
Yang Cheng waved his hand indifferently, "Fidero, you can do this with your father, I won't."
Ron chuckled and said, "Your Majesty Pluto, this group of kids is expressing their respect for you. If it weren't for you, they would have been dead under the cannon."
Yang Cheng shrugged, knowing that these guys hadn't changed for so many years and couldn't be changed, so he didn't bother too much about it.
After Qiangwei and Cai Ning got in the car together, they curiously looked at the scenery of Palermo outside the window. The rich Gothic, Roman and other characteristics here made the two girls dazzled.
On the streets, in the market, tourists and local residents were chatting excitedly. There were all kinds of people, all kinds of costumes, and the whole world was a big fusion.
"It doesn't look special. It looks like a tourist city. Is this really the territory of the Mafia?" Qiangwei was a little incredulous.
Yang Cheng couldn't help but laugh, "Qiangwei baby, do you think the Mafia is like what is shown on TV? People also have to live. Who likes a foul life? They also want to live in a beautiful and quiet place. The Mafia is just another ruler of the island, not a terrorist organization. It's just that compared to ordinary governments, they are more inclined to solve problems with violence. "
Ron agreed, "Yes, Madam Qiangwei, in fact, this is mostly maintained and built by our Mafia Alliance. For us, this is our home. It's not as exaggerated as the outside world thinks."
Cai Ning asked, "Are we going to Mr. Ron's house now?"
Ron shook his head, "Madam Cai Ning, our Constantine family is located in the central Cartanissia. We came to Palermo mainly because the opening of the Caesar Convention tomorrow will be held in the 'Colosseum' of the port here. Now we are going to the booked Federico Hotel. "
"Colosseum? Isn't that in Rome? "Cai Ning wondered.
"Hehe, that is the most famous ancient Roman Colosseum. In fact, there are many Colosseums around the world. Our Colosseum in Palermo is also one of them, but it is built on an independent seat in the port. It is usually used for our Mafia's internal training. During the Caesar Convention, it is changed to a fighting venue," Ron explained.
Hearing Ron's explanation, the two women were particularly looking forward to tomorrow's itinerary, as if it was a grand event in another world, making their hearts beat faster.
After ten minutes, Fidero, who was sitting in front of the car, received a phone call. After saying a few words in Italian, he hung up the phone with a solemn expression.
"Fidero, did something happen at the hotel?" Ron asked after hearing something from behind.
Fidero turned around respectfully and nodded, "Yes, Father, the owner of the Federico Hotel said that someone occupied the VIP suite that we had originally booked and threatened to kill all the staff of the hotel if we dared to call them out."
Ron's usually peaceful face suddenly darkened, "Who is so bold!"
"I'm not sure, the owner of the hotel said that it was a group of weird people wearing white cloaks and golden masks. I can't tell where their accent is from, but a few mercenaries who wanted to ask the owner for help were directly beaten and thrown out on the spot. Their strength seems to be very good," Fidero said.
"White cloak? Golden mask? " Ron frowned deeply and asked Yang Cheng, who was half-lying on the seat in distress, "Your Majesty Pluto, in my memory, there is no mercenary group dressed like this, do you know?"
Yang Cheng squinted his eyes and said lazily, "I haven't seen it before, maybe it's a new mercenary group …"
Ron nodded. If Yang Cheng hadn't seen it before, it could only be a new mercenary group.
Cai Ning frowned and asked, "Why do they have to snatch our room? Is it against us? "
Ron shook his head, "Not necessarily, Mrs. Cai Ning, you don't know, the Federico Hotel is one of the most luxurious hotels in Palermo, and its VIP suite is almost equivalent to a symbol of status.
In recent days, politicians, rich people, and powerful mercenary groups from all over the world have gathered here.
During the Caesar Conference, the people who can enter the VIP suite of the Federico Hotel are one in a million, a symbol of nobility.
Therefore, it is very likely that they are doing this to prove their status, to show everyone that they are not afraid of anyone. "
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