"Haha, hahaha...... Kill him, kill him alive!" laughed madly and fell to her stomach on the floor, tears of sorrow welling up on her old cheeks.

Ten minutes later, Fujiwara Oshima was left with only a pile of skeletons and internal organs!

Thousands of cuts, Ling Chi's punishment, the cruelty was so cruel that Monica couldn't bear to see it, and turned around to avoid her face.

Pools of mud and blood were ticking all over the floor, extremely bloody and disgusting.

Fujiwara Oshima's body had no good flesh to cut off, only the head with blurred facial features could barely be seen as human.

A golden flash flashed, and his heart-rending howl snapped to an end, and his bloody head flew in front of Lady Sally.

"Lilith's revenge, I avenged her!" put away the flying sword, Ye Fan's blood-red eyes floated a touch of anger, and he raised his head and let out a long sigh.

Sally picked up a long knife and slashed wildly at Fujiwara Oshima's head until it was pulp, and then let go of her blood-stained hands......

"Did you see it, did you see it?" she knelt in a pool of blood, her hands raised high and asked the sky, her expression extremely sad and miserable.

"Let's go, get out of here. Ye Fan picked up the suffering old woman and walked outside.

Monica took over and helped Sally into the car, and behind her, a fire quickly ignited in the arsenal.

All iniquity, all grievances, are perished with this raging fire.

Ye Fan hugged Lilith horizontally and stepped out of the sea of fire, and the girl's humiliating eyes finally closed......

The snow had been falling heavily for two days and two nights, and a cemetery outside Moscow was filled with people dressed in black.

A new cross was erected on the grave, and the tombstone was engraved with a beautiful inscription, a name written in Gypsy: Lilith.

No one shed tears, only solemnity and mourning.

A pair of brand-new sheepskin boots were handed out of Ye Fan's hand and placed on Sally's withered palm.

"Give it to her, good little gypsy girl. ”

The sheepskin boots were placed squarely in front of the tombstone, but Natasha couldn't hold back after all, covering her mouth and choking.

The former leader of the Black Widow did not cry when the camp was destroyed, and his subordinates did not cry when they died in the shelling, but at this time, he let the tears fly in the snowflakes.

"Ye, what are your plans next?" Sophia asked softly as she walked away from the cemetery.

She has taken over the stronghold of the Tomahawk mafia, and is surrounded by a group of die-hard loyalists, who seem to have the temperament of a Russian empress.

"Leave Moscow. Ye Fan said: "Go to Siberia again." ”

"Isn't there a Katyusha for that batch of arms?" Tossing back and forth between the two places, Ye Fan didn't feel anything, and Sophia was bored.

"No, it's Japanese!" Stopping, Ye Fan narrowed his eyes: "This blood debt is not over yet, the Fujiwara family must cut the grass and eradicate the roots!"

Sophia pursed her lips and thought for a moment, "Do you want to ask General Balorov for help?"

The strength of the military is undoubtedly strong and indestructible, and Sophia doesn't want Ye Fan to risk her life again and travel long distances.

"No, it's a grudge between me and the Japanese. Ye Fan's eyes fell on the entrance of the cemetery and saw Monica's figure.

Looking along his line of sight, Sophia showed her doubts, in the ice and snow, the woman was wearing only an evening dress, stepping on high heels, revealing her slender and white legs, and in her arms, holding a swaddling baby.

"He's in the blood of a gypsy. Monica greeted Ye Fan's group and handed the baby into Ye Fan's hands.

Several women surrounded them, and each of them had a strong maternal love on their faces. The baby boy was born cute, with black hair, the same skin color as Natasha, and half East Asian ancestry.

"Natasha, Sophia, give it to you, teach him to grow up. Ye Fan said.

"What's his name?" Natasha muttered.

Several pairs of eyes looked at the man in charge together.

Looking up at the dark and snowy night, Ye Fan sighed infinitely: "Born on a winter night, just call him Ye Dong!"

Sophia looked surprised, she deeply understood what the name meant, and the key point was that it was not the name, but the surname!

From the first day of life, this baby boy was destined to be marked with glory and legend in his life......

Because, his surname is Ye!

"Isn't it time to fulfill the agreement between us?" Monica looked at Ye Fan with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Hehe......" Ye Fan's laughter was meaningful, and he turned his head to the people around him and said: "After finishing her business, I will rush to Vladivostok, and keep in touch when I get there!"

"I'll go with you!" Natasha hurriedly asked, "Siberia also has our people." ”

"And me!" Anna also stood up and pleaded loudly: "Ye, take me!"

Not only the two of them, but from Sophia's gaze, Ye Fan also saw her thoughts. and Mashapova, who has been unknown and injured, from beginning to end, although she didn't say anything, like those women, she was looking forward to walking with Ye Fan.

"You all leave, who is in charge of Moscow?" Ye Fan said with a smile: "Someone must maintain order in case of accidents." ”

Although the two mafia leaders have taken a back seat and are under house arrest, the world of the mafia is changing rapidly, and it is more difficult for women to sit firmly than men, and it takes more energy and skill.

"I'll stay. Mashapova stepped forward and exclaimed, under a stunned gaze: "I am in charge of Moscow. ”

Ye Fan looked at her seriously for a few moments, and finally nodded his head and waved his hand with a smile: "Then book a ticket, Sophia, the direct train to Vladivostok." ”

"Great. All the women cheered, all of them seemed happy and satisfied, especially Natasha and Anna, who finally had the opportunity to be normal people and take a long-distance train.

Monica opened the door of the sports car, sat in the driver's seat and honked the horn to Ye Fan.

The black sports car quickly carried the man and woman away, leaving only a hazy gray and white in the world.

"Pick a location. Ye Fan said casually.

Monica looked sideways at him, smiling, and frantically stepping on the gas pedal in her high heels: "As you wish, dear." ”

Boom –

The antique supercar drove straight to the outskirts of Moscow, along the road, and half an hour later, a castle of magnificence loomed into the snowy night ahead.

Built in the 18th century as the residence of Tsar Alexander I, the Sphinx Castle is never open to the public, and it sits on a hilltop with a treacherous terrain that looks eerie on snowy nights.

Those spired pavilions, black holes, and holes, seemed to hide ghosts and ghosts, and they were silent.

The drawbridge creaked down, the lantern illuminated the path ahead, and an old man who looked like a butler stood in front of the castle gate, bending down to greet his host and guests.

"It's him!" Ye Fan recognized it, this old man turned out to be the old man who handed him the bill in the Macau Black Boxing Arena!

He is also a blood clan, but his status seems a little humble.

Boom –

The sports car rushed into the garage, and Monica's two snow-white thighs were lifted at the same time, and the whole person jumped out of the car with great lightness.

"Come with me, it is my honor to introduce you that this is my place of residence in Moscow, and in the future, it will also be yours. The woman stretched out a finger and closed the electric switch in the garage, and the lights in the entire castle immediately became as clear as day, blooming with fairytale colors.