MTL - The Law of the Silent Gentleman-Chapter 77 future direction

Balsano kicked shells off the sand, grabbed a stone and threw it into the sea. The stone fell into the sea with a faint "gudong". Waves crashed into the sand, drowning his boots, and quickly receded back into the ocean. The "Owl" in the distance blended into the night, and if it were not for the lights on the ship, it would have completely escaped into darkness. The cold starlight sprinkled on the sea surface, and the rolling sea water was like surging silver paste. The sound of the waves was like the roar of a beast coming from the depths of the sea, shaking into my heart one by one.

"I must take Malcol's dog's life!" He looked at the dark sea, but said to the people behind him, "I also want to find out who is behind the scenes, and also want his head!"

Giuliano followed him, his emerald green eyes gleaming like a cat's in the night. "You can't do it, you will die as soon as you set foot on Vanessa's land."

"Death is willing!"

"Fernando wouldn't want you to do that." Giuliano sighed.

"He's dead. The dead have no say," Barsano said coldly.

"Oh? Then the living have the right to speak, right? Can you listen to my opinion?"

Enzo tightened his coat and walked towards them against the cold sea wind at night. Contrary to his previously silent attitude, he looked at the crowd very positively, with an aggressive smile on the corner of his mouth, which made people wonder what dangerous plan was brewing in his heart. Antoine stood tremblingly far away from them, for fear of being affected by their dispute.

Barsano turned around, narrowing his eyes. "What's your opinion?"

Enzo stopped between him and Giuliano. He didn't wear a weapon, but he exuded a more dangerous aura than any weapon. Giuliano looked at him in amazement, and suddenly realized that Enzo the Reticent of Vanessa had returned. By chance, the assassin in his heart who was flying around in the dark night appeared again. His lips were tightly pressed together, as if holding a sharp edge, but he was undoubtedly smiling.

Thousands and thousands of assassins in this world wear masks and their clothes are not stained with dust. When the blade is stained with blood, the faces under the mask may all have this kind of smile, beautiful, deadly, full of killing intent, and fearless.

Enzo's gray eyes sparkled in the starlight.

"Giuliano, why don't you go have a few drinks with Antoine? I think the pirates are very interested in inviting you to have a drink."

His meaning could not be more clear: the following conversation is not suitable for you to hear, so you have to avoid it.

Giuliano curled his lips: "Okay, I'm just hungry." He patted Enzo's shoulder, pretending to say goodbye, but secretly pinched Enzo's muscles with his fingers. He spoke with the corner of his mouth, and said calmly: "The last time you dismissed me like this, you almost sold me to Lei Xi, this time..."

"I won't make the same mistake a second time."

Enzo held his wrist, and flicked his fingers away. His technique was always slightly inferior to Enzo's.

Giuliano grunted and walked towards Antoine. "Let's find something to eat!"

Antoine complained: "Do you think I'm stupid and can't hear the subtext? Is there anything I can't hear?"

"Shut up and follow me!" Giuliano growled.

Antoine trembled, pouted and followed him obediently.

When they were far away, Enzo turned to the pirate leader. The latter looked at him with intriguing eyes, but his left hand was on the handle of the knife at his waist. If Enzo had evil intentions, he could quickly draw the knife.

"What are you going to say that is a confidential matter that even your little lover can't listen to?"

"I mainly want to distract Antoine. He doesn't know my identity yet." Enzo paused, "Maybe it's better for him never to know."

"Who the **** are you?"

Enzo opened his arms, knees slightly bent, and bowed his head to salute the pirate leader

"It is a great honor to recommend myself to you. I am the Enzo of Vanessa, the silent one who has received the blessing of the "God of Truth and Pretense". You must have heard a few things about me. If you are willing to make a small fortune, I am more than happy to bring the heads of Marco and even Boniwell to you."

The pirate chief opened his mouth like a great white shark.

"The Reticent? You?"

"As you can see."

Barsano panicked and looked at Giuliano and Antoine in the distance: "Are they too?"

"If they are too, there's no need to send them off now."

"...That's right. You've been on my ship for so long, and I didn't realize your identity at all." Barsano shook his head in disbelief, "How could it be so... The Reticent... So you are the one in the legend The kind of hired assassin?"

"I prefer the title 'The Reticent' myself."

"You want me to pay you to kill someone?"

"Is there a safer way than this?"

"Marco's whereabouts are a mystery. Boniwell is the governor of Vanessa. How can he be so easy to kill? Be careful of talking too much and flashing your tongue!"

"There is no person in the world who cannot be killed, and there is no business that cannot be done. Whether it is a king or a bishop, they are all mortals who must die. As long as the price you offer satisfies me, I will naturally make it."

"I'm not short of money, but do you have enough skills? Besides, Boniwell is not necessarily the mastermind behind the scenes."

"Then I'll find out for you."

Barsano twitched the corner of his mouth: "What if I ask to kill Marco myself?"

"I can design him to throw himself into the trap. When the time comes, kill him or cut him up as you like."

The pirate leader bared his teeth with a smile: "You reticents are all doing business like this?"

"I guess everyone has a different style."

"How much do you want?"

"There is a general standard in our industry, I can tell you about it, but it is not without room for negotiation..."

Later, Enzo finds Giuliano drunk by the campfire. His young apprentice took Antoine to drink with the pirates, and now everyone fell to the ground in a mess, sleeping with bottles. The assassin shook his head, saying "too undisciplined" and rudely shook Giuliano awake.

"One more...one more..." Giuliano muttered inarticulately.

"Come on your head! Come here!"

He took Giuliano by the ear and dragged him into the jungle on the island. Even in the daytime, the jungle is very dark, and at night it is pitch black. However, many small insects like fireflies emerged from the branches and leaves of the trees, forming clusters of tiny halos, like stars floating in the black universe, able to illuminate a small world. It's a pity that the pirates were afraid of the name of the witch on the island, so they didn't dare to step into the jungle at night, so they couldn't see such a beautiful scenery.

"It hurts! Let go! My ears!" Giuliano squeaked.

"Be quiet!" Enzo covered his mouth and pressed him against a tree. Giuliano was still whining even though his mouth was covered, Enzo had no choice but to bow his head and kiss him. But they soon separated. Enzo wrinkled his nose from the smell of alcohol, and Giuliano was frightened and suddenly became sober.

"You... what are you doing!" He wiped his mouth in a panic, his face, which was already red from drunkenness, was now as red as a bleeding tomato.

"I still have to ask you. If you are drunk like that, you might not even know if someone secretly cut your throat. When did I teach you to be so unguarded?"

"I didn't know that the pirate's wine was so powerful..." Giuliano hesitatingly explained.

"...Forget it. Why am I talking nonsense." Enzo sighed, "I made a deal with Barsano. I confessed my identity and negotiated a business with him: he sent us back to Vanessa, and we helped He killed Malcolm's mastermind, and Malcolm left him to do it himself."

"Back to Vanessa?!" Giuliano exclaimed. A bird, awakened by his voice, flew over their heads with a whoosh. He covered his mouth, looked around, and after confirming that his voice did not attract others, he asked in a low voice, "Are you sure? Go back to Vanessa? I'm a wanted man there..."

Enzo flicked his long hair: "I think it's about time. Didn't we plan to start with Fernando and find Boniwell's weaknesses? Now that Fernando is dead, Marco's incident is involved, and Marco and Boniwell are also inextricably linked—it's time to go back to Vanessa and deal with Boniwell! Don't forget our mission!"

Giuliano shuddered. These days they were involved in too many incredible incidents, and the mission of the mysterious client was almost forgotten by him.

"I almost forgot about this."

Enzo looked at him reproachfully. Giuliano bowed his head guiltily. But Enzo held his chin and forced him to look up.

"Your revenge, my mission, Barsano's commission—all clues lead us back to Vanessa. It's time."

Enzo's stare made him invisible. He had to look into the assassin's eyes—there was an unmistakable spark in them. I never had a choice. Giuliano thought bitterly.

"Surely you didn't come to ask for my opinion?"

"Yes. Let me inform you so that you can prepare early."

"What about Antoine?"

"Just tell him that Barsano sent us back to Vanessa, on the condition that we help him find the real culprit."

Giuliano closed his eyes. "I see."

The strength in the jaw is gone. Enzo withdrew his hand. Giuliano dared not open his eyes for fear of meeting the Assassin's eyes. He leaned against the tree trunk, trembling. He's about to go back and face the worst nightmare of his life. He wants to return to the city-state where he was born and raised, and where he lost everything. He knew he had to do this sooner or later, but there was always a voice in his subconscious telling him: slower, later.

He didn't expect this day to come so soon.

"But I... I'm in Vanessa... The arrest warrant..."

"It's been so long, it's impossible for the city to be as heavily guarded as it was back then. There are plenty of ways to sneak into the city."

Giuliano nodded hard.

Then he suddenly fell into a warm embrace.

Enzo hugged him, kissed his forehead and patted his back.

"It's okay, don't be afraid. There is nothing to be afraid of. You are not what you used to be. What can those guards do to you?"

Gentle kisses fell on his eyes, cheeks, corners of his lips, and finally a lingering deep kiss. Giuliano was breathless from the kiss, but Enzo continued to rob him of his breath. When they parted for a while, Enzo whispered in his ear: "Not to mention me... I will never let you get hurt in the slightest."

Giuliano held onto Enzo's back tightly, and slowly opened his eyes. The corners of his eyes were red, and some tears were shining. He looked like he was about to cry, as if he had been severely bullied. However, this appearance not only failed to make Enzo feel pity, but made people want to bully him even more.

"Enzo, stay with me..." Giuliano muttered, "I want you..."

He lowered his head, and unbuttoned his buttons one by one, revealing his fair chest and delicate collarbone. Because of the cold, he shrunk his shoulders, and he seemed to be a little smaller, and he could be hugged.

"Now..." He threw his clothes on the ground, and said frankly and embarrassedly.

Enzo pushed back Giuliano's hair, revealing his red ears. Young people have dyed their hair, and these days it grows long, and the roots of the hair show their original fiery red.

"Aren't you afraid of being bumped into?" The assassin smiled.

Giuliano looked shyly at the beach, then at the depths of the jungle, took Enzo's hand, stepped back, and guided Enzo into the undisturbed forest.

"They dare not come over."

Enzo pressed against his body, pressed Giuliano's buttocks with his left hand, and kneaded the small and firm buttocks vigorously, and put his right hand into Giuliano's pants, fiddled with his awakened genitals. The thing was hard enough, and the juice seeping from the top wet Enzo's palm. Giuliano gasped impatiently, his chest was stained pink, and the flesh on his chest stood up, making people want to take a bite.

He grabbed Enzo's arm and guided him to go behind him, playing with the secret cave hidden between his buttocks. The small hole that has grasped the **** desires to be invaded and occupied by the man in front of him, desires to be penetrated by something hard, and is filled with hot and viscous liquid.

He opened his mouth, and a moan escaped from his lips. Soon, another low gasp joined him. In the silent jungle, besides chirping insects, there are also ambiguous human voices, rapid and continuous slapping of flesh, and the sound of sticky water repeatedly thrusting and inserting hard objects in the wet and soft meat holes.

The voice ranges from weak to strong, from suppressed and enduring to messy. Luminous insects roamed freely in the forest, and were suddenly disturbed by two strange intruders. The soft light suddenly turned into a messy light cluster, but after getting familiar with the movement, the light cluster quickly stabilized, reflecting Two shadows that fluctuate violently and constantly intertwine and merge.