Diary of the life of a working wizard

Xia Yunjie went downstairs and wandered leisurely around the streets and scenic spots in Florence just like yesterday, scanning the surroundings with his consciousness intermittently. He was not sure when and where Mao Zong would appear. But his unusual intuition told him that the day to find Mao Zong was getting closer.

After walking for a while, he found a street coffee shop. Like most Italians who like to drink coffee, Xia Yunjie ordered a cup of coffee, then sat under an umbrella and dialed Mario while drinking coffee.

When making the call, Xia Yunjie found that he was becoming more and more nosy, but he still had to meddle in what should be done, because he was not a cold-blooded person.

"Good morning, distinguished Mr. Xia, is there anything that Mario can help you with?" The phone was quickly picked up, and Mario's voice sounded much more respectful than before.

This is actually normal. Even Mario's parents only gave him one life, but Xia Yunjie has saved his life twice. Not only that, the scene of the bullet hitting his head very close to him last night and clanking to the ground is still fresh in Mario's memory. Now Mario has no doubt that as long as Xia Yunjie is willing, he is fully capable of ruling or even destroying the world, let alone him, a mere mafia godfather? Therefore, towards Xia Yunjie, Mario has a feeling of gratitude that cannot be expressed in words, and at the same time, he also has a sense of awe that cannot be expressed in words.

"I do need your help with a small matter." Xia Yunjie said.

"Please tell me, it is a great honor for Mario and the Ferro family to serve you." Mario said with even more respect. Xia Yunjie enjoyed the respect and almost got goosebumps all over his body.

"I'm in Florence now. I met a very kind and gentle landlady, but she has a sanctimonious husband..." Xia Yunjie told Mario about Monica's story in general, and then said: "This matter Is it convenient for you to handle it? If not, I will handle it myself."

"Oh, distinguished Mr. Xia, this kind of scumbag is not worthy of your personal action. Just leave it to me. I will make him kneel and cry, begging Monica for forgiveness and divorce." Mario exaggerated on the phone. sound

"In this case, I'll leave this matter to you." Xia Yunjie said.

"Don't worry, I will let Mihaly know how wrong he is today." Mario said.

"Thank you very much." Xia Yunjie said and hung up the phone.

On the other end of the phone, Mario put away his phone, with a ruthless light in his eyes...

In the end, Monica couldn't resist the fragrance of the "potion", and after finishing her morning business, she hurried back to her home by the Arno River.

Monica's husband Mihaly is from the upper class of Florence. His family is well off and he has a very nice villa by the Arno River.

Monica entered the house, filled the bathtub with water, and then poured the bottle of "potion" into the bathtub.

Suddenly, the water in the bathtub turned sky blue, crystal clear, and mesmerizing. Not only that, there was also a faint fragrance floating in the entire bathroom. That fragrance was just like the natural fragrance of flowers and plants in nature, which made people fascinated. I couldn't help but be deeply intoxicated.

Monica could no longer resist the temptation, took off her clothes and walked into the bathtub. As soon as she lay down, she felt an extremely gentle and cool feeling spread throughout her body, and then she was horrified to find the bruises on her legs, the bruises on her stomach, and the bruises on her plump breasts. The bruises are slowly disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Oh my God, this is incredible. How is this possible?" Monica couldn't help but screamed, her hands subconsciously caressing the skin on her body, and her skin became smooth and delicate. Although it was not obvious, Mo Nika was 100% sure it was actually getting younger.

While Monica was taking a bath, Florence city councilor Mihaly, Monica's husband, was sitting in his office receiving a man who looked very aristocratic.

There are 14 mafia families in Italy. There is one real big family, and the families are all connected through a committee. In Italy, every province with a mafia has a committee, and the committee can kill people within the sphere of influence of any family without notifying its family members. Above the provincial committee is the People's Committee, which is the highest authority of the mafia.

This man with a very aristocratic temperament is Lorenzo, the godfather of the Florentine Mafia Pazzi family, and one of the committee members of the Tuscany Province. It was with his help that Mihaly ran for the position of parliamentarian.

"Mihaly, if you still want to sit honorably as a member of parliament, I suggest you divorce your wife immediately and ask for her forgiveness." Lorenzo said in a calm tone, but with a hint of intolerance. The majesty of human resistance.

"Why? Divorce will destroy my public image and my political future." Mihaly's expression changed slightly.

"Okay, then just wait until tomorrow's news shows ugly scenes of you taking drugs, whoring, and gambling. Then you won't even be a city councilor." Lorenzo stood up and said.

"Are you threatening me, Mr. Lorenzo? What good will this do to you?" Mihaly's expression changed again.

"It won't do us any good, but it will save your life. I don't want to see a congressman in my sphere of influence being assassinated and died. Of course, I don't want the police to come to your door for questioning. You know that will happen." It’s very troublesome and will cost me a lot of money,” Lorenzo said.

"Is it so serious? Is that stinky bitch outside..." Mihaly said with a slightly pale face.

"Shut up." Before Mihaly finished speaking, Lorenzo suddenly turned around and punched him. Then he clapped his hands, pulled up his clothes, and regained his aristocratic temperament and said: "Remember, from this moment on Don't touch Monica's hair, and don't say any insulting words to her, otherwise it won't be as simple as divorce."

"Okay, I will divorce Monica and ask for her forgiveness, but can you tell me who it is?" Mihaly touched the cheek where Lorenzo punched him, and finally realized the seriousness of the situation. Otherwise, Lorenzo, who has always been a gentleman and aristocratic, would not have suddenly lost his temper and punched him. Obviously, Lorenzo was very angry and helpless about this matter. After all, Mihaly was his partner in the government, and he was ruined. Losing his political future will only do him harm but no good.

"I can't tell you who it is, but I can tell you that it was one of those 1 people who called from Palermo. Now you should understand what a stupid thing you have done and not treat such a person well." A beautiful and sexy wife," Lorenzo said.

Mihaly obviously also knew about the All People's Committee, and his face turned pale when he heard this.

There has been news that the entire Italian mafia earns nearly 100 billion euros every year, legally or illegally, which is equivalent to more than 5% of the entire Italian GDP. Although this data is not necessarily accurate, it at least illustrates it. The funds controlled by the mafia are extremely huge, and such huge funds naturally mean extremely huge power.

The People's Committee is the highest authority of these huge forces. You can imagine how powerful this person is. It is no exaggeration to say that the decisions of any one of these people can affect the livelihoods of many people and even the decisions of local governments and even the country. Of course, if they really want to destroy someone or kill someone, it's easy.

"It's impossible that she is just the owner of a family hotel, how can she come into contact with a big shot at that level?" Mihaly shouted.

"Nothing is impossible," Lorenzo said dissatisfied.

"I understand, I will deal with this matter as soon as possible." Mihaly touched his cheek again and said helplessly.

Lorenzo nodded and walked out. When he reached the door, he suddenly seemed to remember something. He turned to Mihaly and said: "When you go out later, someone will invite you to get in the car. You'd better not refuse."

Mihaly couldn't help but tremble when he heard this, a look of fear flashed in his eyes, and shouted to Lorenzo: "Mr. Lorenzo, you can't do that to me."

"Death or the short-term pain of sex, you choose." After speaking, Lorenzo opened the door and walked out.

Looking at the closed door, thinking of Lorenzo's words just now, Mihaly's eyes were full of panic, but he had no choice, because the more he came into contact with Lorenzo and the others, the more Mihaly understood how terrifying they were. Department, let alone the eleven giants of the entire Italian Mafia family