Transmigration: Invincible Soldier King On Campus

0Lee Yang really hated this kind of situation because things had already completely gotten out of his control. Especially since the path they were moving in was clearly headed towards hell, it made people feel even more frenzied. They spent a lot of effort and were almost killed by Xia Yihann's men and almost killed by Solin's men when they came to Italy. In the end, they encountered such a situation. Could it be that this trip to Italy was going to become a trip?    

    

If that was really the case, then it was too absurd.    

    

Wanyan Cuiyan thought for an entire night and fell asleep on the sofa. Lee Yang watched the sun rise and the ashtray beside his hand was full of cigarette butts, but he still couldn't come up with a safe solution.    

    

When Wanyan Cuiyan woke up, she saw Lee Yang punching the balcony's armrest nonstop. Soon, his fist was covered in blood.    

    

"Are you crazy?" Wanyan Cuiyan ran over to stop Lee Yang's crazy actions. She hugged Lee Yang's hand with some heartache and dragged him back to the living room forcefully. She then busied herself with finding a medicine box to blow Lee Yang up.    

    

"Why are you looking down on yourself?" Wanyan Cuiyan said resentfully.    

    

Lee Yang bitterly smiled and said, "Why do you think I'm doing this? Now that I think about it, my revenge seems like a joke. Hehe, I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. As the head of the underworld, I honestly don't have that interest. As for my grudge, who should I find to release it? Dragon Group? The Dragon Group was gone, and Zhang Yuvmin and Xia Yihann were actually just chess pieces. Hsing Dafu, he was just an even higher level chess piece, the real big boss should already be dead. Or is it an existence that I can only look up to, seeking revenge on such a person? It was a joke. Was he going to become the president of the United States? Cuiyan, I'm really at a loss. I really don't know what to do anymore. But if I don't take revenge, what's the point of me living? "    

    

Wanyan Cuiyan's hand stopped in midair, then she said, "I know how confused you are, and I know how sad you are, so let's put it down, Lee Yang. Isn't it good for us to return to the Catua? Even if we are unable to return to Catua, this world is so vast, we can at least find a place that is suitable for us to live in. When the time comes, we can also call Xiong Zhan over.    

    

"It's easy to say, but hard to do. I also want to let it go, but I can't let it go. I feel that I really can't let it go. " Lee Yang buried his face in his palms and his voice trembled.    

    

Wanyan Cuiyan held Lee Yang in her arms. The despair in Lee Yang's words made her heart ache.    

    

The agitated Lee Yang fell asleep soon after. When he woke up again, Wanyan Cuiyan was no longer in the room.    

    

At the beginning, Lee Yang didn't mind and thought that Wanyan Cuiyan went out to buy stuff. However, after waiting for two hours, Wanyan Cuiyan still did not come back. Lee Yang knew that something was wrong.    

    

He started searching the hotel room, and soon found the note the other party left him.    

    

"Come to 333B Frock Street, if you want to save your woman." On the slip of paper, there was a sentence written in Italian. Lee Yang knew Italian, so he didn't need to find an interpreter.    

    

The Forlock Street written on the slip of paper was the location of the Gambino Family headquarters.    

    

Lee Yang felt that his vigilance became lower and lower. He was actually kidnapped by someone right under his nose, and the other possibility was that there was an existence in the Gambino Family that was not weaker than him, that could quietly kidnap someone away from right under his nose.    

    

Sona could consider not saving him, but Wanyan Cuiyan had to.    

    

This time, Lee Yang basically didn't hesitate. After a simple pack, he rushed towards Frock Street.    

    

However, fate would always play a joke on you when you least expected it, and this joke would often make you feel incomparably heartbroken.    

    

The moment Lee Yang left the hotel, he saw Xia Jie.    

    

He was sure that he wasn't seeing things. It was indeed Xia Jie. Furthermore, Jee Rou was beside him.    

    

For three to five seconds, Lee Yang was completely stuck, his mind was completely blank. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't make any sound at all. He wanted to run over and embrace her, but he felt like his legs couldn't move at all. At this moment, he had turned into a deaf and dumb patient with a handicapped pair of legs.    

    

"Xia Jie!" Jack shouted loudly, his strength returning to his body in that instant. He then used all of his strength to push his speed to the maximum as he sprinted to the corner of the street, looking around non-stop.    

    

However, there was no sign of Xia Jie and Jee Rou.    

    

Impossible, impossible.    

    

Lee Yang had full confidence in his eyes. He knew that the one he saw just now must be Xia Jie. But now, Xia Jie had disappeared into the sea of people. The magical left eye had the ability to see through people, but it didn't have the ability to pinpoint the location. Lee Yang felt that his eyeballs were about to pop out, but he still couldn't catch Xia Jie's shadow.    

    

Where is it?    

    

Where the hell are you?    

    

Lee Yang was running around like a lunatic, shouting Xia Jie's name and asking everyone if they saw a girl from the East when they caught her. Everyone was looking at him in surprise. Perhaps it was due to Lee Yang's current display of affection and pain that influenced the emotional Milanese. Everyone sympathized with him, but they were still unable to provide accurate information.    

    

After searching for half an hour, Lee Yang was in despair.    

    

Was he really mistaken?    

    

How could he be wrong? He would never be able to recognize Xia Jie's face.    

    

Lee Yang sighed at the sky. He did want to continue searching, but the time limit given by the person who kidnapped Wanyan Cuiyan was about to arrive. Lee Yang finally gave up his search and turned around to walk towards Frock Street.    

    

"Look at that person's back, it looks a little familiar." Jee Rou pointed at the back of a man who had just gotten on a taxi. They had just come out of the mall, carrying shopping bags.    

    

They had spent a lot of money on shopping these past few days, but the two women had no intention of stopping.    

    

Xia Jie's heart skipped a beat when she saw that back because that back looked very much like Lee Yang. She wanted to scream, but the car was gone, and the cry was swallowed up in her mouth.    

    

"It does look a little familiar, but I've seen quite a few people these few days. I think I'm mistaken." Xia Jie smiled faintly.    

    

Jee Rou nodded. "Perhaps. Let's go. Leesha and the rest are still waiting for us."    

    

Xia Jie acknowledged and followed Jee Rou in another direction.    

    

Lee Yang took a taxi to Frock Street. He could feel that the atmosphere here was a little different from the other streets. This was the headquarters of the Mafia, after all.    

    

Of course, this was probably Lee Yang's hallucination. The Mafia had washed white for so many years, especially Gambino Family, which made them want to mix in with the upper class. How could they intentionally create such an atmosphere?    

    

After paying the driver to get out of the car, Lee Yang walked up to the door of Room 333B and knocked on it. Half a minute later, the door was opened by someone, and a standard Italian man opened the door.    

    

Lee Yang squinted his eyes: "Lee Yang."    

    

"I'm sorry, this is a private residence." The man also frowned. After saying this, he slammed the door shut.    

    

Oh my god, what's going on?    

    

Lee Yang was confused. Lee Yang knocked on the door again in disbelief. The one who opened the door was still the same man.    

    

"I'm Lee Yang." Lee Yangqiang adjusted his identity.    

    

"I don't know you, how are you? Please leave or I'll call the police. " The man said seriously.    

    

Lee Yang felt like he was going to be petrified. This was the emphasis of a member of the mafia.    

    

Alarm...    

    

How could that word come out of the mouth of a member of the Mafia so incongruously?    

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"Look for yourself." Lee Yang was too lazy to explain and handed the note he found in the hotel to the man. The man was also surprised to see the contents of the note because he had never written such a note before.    

    

"Wait a moment." The man closed the door again and ran up to report.    

    

Lee Yang had the urge to smash this door. If you're f * cking reporting, can you let me in? Standing outside alone was a foolish thing to do. Why did such a serious matter suddenly turn into a joke? Lee Yang could feel the malicious intent in this world. Could it be that even the Mafia was acting cute now?    

    

He had lost all hope in this cute world.    

    

Fortunately, the other person didn't make him wait for long. After a few minutes, the man opened the door and let Lee Yang in.    

    

Lee Yang took a deep breath and walked into the house.    

    

This was a typical Italian house. The door was a bit narrow, but the inside was quite open. Moreover, it loved art and fashion, and it was also very keen on laying out many things in its own room to emphasize its taste. And Gambino Family was naturally no exception. Although this house was not a place for anyone to stay, and was where Gambino Family meetings were held and gathered, the entire layout was filled with artistic styles.    

    

Unfortunately, Lee Yang couldn't see it at all.    

    

He walked all the way to the third floor. There was only one room on the third floor, which had an area of about 120 square meters. There was a round table in the middle, with more than ten chairs arranged in order. The directors at home and abroad all preferred this type of light beam. They always felt that this light beam was filled with a mysterious flavor.    

    

There were two Italians, one old and one young, sitting in the room. The man who brought Lu Tao upstairs saw Lee Yang to the entrance and left.    

    

"Hello, my name is Pirzo. He is my son, Matarach." The older Italian introduced himself.    

    

Lee Yang nodded slightly: "You kidnapped Cuiyan and let me come over. Now that I'm here, tell me your request."