Just as the lobby manager introduced the scumbags of the Cassamonica family, Ye Tian had secretly opened his perspective and completely saw these mafia scumbags.

Except for the unlucky stall owner who completely lost his mind, there were five people on the other side, three of whom were around 20 or 30 years old, and the other two were about forty years old.

Two older guys stood in front, while the remaining three scumbags stood in back. Each of them looked resentful and a greedy light flashed in their eyes.

Judging from the positions of the few of them, their clothes and temperament, the two guys in their forties should be the leaders of these scumbags, while the rest of the scumbags were maids and thugs.

The two leaders were hiding a pistol and a dagger. The scum behind them also had a usp pistol, which was inserted under the armpit, and the bullet was loaded.

The remaining two young scumbags were wearing a dagger, and the cold light flashed and extremely sharp.

He did not feel any surprise when he found guns on these scumbags, as Ye Tian expected.

Although Italy and the United States have mafia, the situation is different.

In the United States, the mafia will not murder police and judges unless they are absolutely necessary to offend state authority. This is because they are afraid of causing fierce resistance from the police and causing crazy sweeps and suppression.

But in Italy, the opposite is true.

The Italian mafia has a long tradition of assassinating police and judges. The purpose is to thwart the police's vigorous energy and make the police feel scared, so that they dare not suppress the mafia too much.

Because of this, these scumbags from the Cassa Monica family in front of us can enter the hotel with guns and daggers and come to Ye Tian and the others.

For the sake of their own safety, the Italian police inside and outside the hotel, although they knew that these scumbags were mafia and the visitors were bad, did not search them.

In a blink of an eye, Ye Tian had already grasped the situation of these mafia scumbags, and then withdrew his gaze, ended his perspective, and also raised his vigilance.

As soon as the hotel lobby manager finished speaking, he glanced at the mafia scumbags and said with a smile:

"Good evening, gentlemen, I'm glad to meet you here. I'm Steven. I've been acquainted with the Cassa Monica family in Rome for a long time, but I didn't expect to see you here.

I don't know what you are asking me for? I want to talk to me about something? I have no interaction with the Cassa Monica family, and I never thought it would attract the attention of your family. I was very curious."

The two mafia leaders looked at each other, and the guy on the right then stepped forward and said with a smile:

"Good evening, Mr. Steven, welcome to Florence. I am Tony from the Cassa Monica family in Rome. We are also very happy to meet you and are honored.

You are right. Before that, the Cassa Monica family did not have any interaction with you and had never dealt with you, but now the situation is different.

Simon is a friend of our Cassa Monica family. Today he invited us to come forward and talk to you about the belonging of the portrait of Botticelli's character "

As he said that, he pointed at Simon, the unlucky stall owner who was robbed by Ye Tian this afternoon.

Just this guy who has completely lost his mind will be a friend of the Cassa Monica family? He is so nonsense! He believes who he says it!

You scumbags are not just flies stinking. They smell the smell of money. Driven by greed, they take the initiative to find this unlucky guy, and prepare to make a big profit under the guise of making a big profit!

Ye Tian complained disdainfully for a few words, and saw through what these scumbags were thinking at first glance.

Of course, this is his psychological activity and cannot be resorted to!

Without any hesitation, Ye Tian glanced at the idiot Simon, then chuckled and shook his head and said:

"I'm very sorry, you're a step late, gentlemen, that portrait of Botticelli has been sold by me to the Fine Arts Academy in Florence. The transaction has just been completed and the price is 80 million euros.

I had said before in Piazza Michelangelo that I would study and appraise the classical oil painting with the Florence Academy of Fine Arts. The appraisal results have been released. It was indeed the work of the art master Botticelli.

Moreover, the painting is very important and has extremely high academic research value and artistic value. As soon as the appraisal results were released, Mario of the Academy of Fine Arts proposed to acquire it, and we immediately reached the deal.

The art transaction contract for selling that classical oil painting was now in my lawyer's hands. As for the 80 million euro transaction payment, it had been transferred to my bank account, and everything went very smoothly! "

Hearing Ye Tian’s words, Simon immediately became anxious and screamed directly, as if he was crazy.

"What? You have sold that oil painting, how is that possible? That classical oil painting belongs to me, and that 80 million euros belong to me, and it will never belong to you, the evil robber!"

While screaming wildly, Simon stared at the blood-red eyes and tried to rush forward to fight his life, but was pulled by Tony's two subordinates in time.

Ye Tian looked at Simon and these mafia scumbags coldly, with disdain in his eyes, and a sharp murderous intent flashed deep in his eyes.

Cole, who stood in front of Ye Tian and Betty and the others, instantly raised the alert level to the highest level, staring at the mafia scumbags with vigilance, ready to take action at any time.

The Italian policemen in the hotel lobby were complaining and extremely nervous at this time.

They were also highly alert and stared at the situation here. Several guys had even put their hands deep into their arms and held the handle of the pistol.

In a blink of an eye, the atmosphere in the hotel lobby became extremely tense, and the air seemed to be filled with a choking smell of gunpowder, and a little spark could completely detonate.

The scene became quiet, and Simon no longer roared, but just stared at Ye Tian, ​​his eyes full of hatred, fear and despair.

Those mafia scumbags didn't say a word, their faces were as dark as the bottom of the pot, and they looked extremely ugly, just like their dead father!

After a moment, Tony said with a gloomy face:

"I didn't expect you to move so quickly. Steven, I'm so quick and decisive. I admire you, but that's okay. Since the oil painting has been sold, let's talk about the ownership of the 80 million euros!..."

He was about to continue talking, but Ye Tian interrupted without hesitation.

"There's nothing to talk about, Tony, the process of buying that classical oil painting was completely legal. There were many people on the scene who could testify, including two Italian cultural relics gendarmeries.

Naturally, I also have the power to deal with that classical oil painting, and no one has the right to interfere. The 80 million euros are my wealth, and no one can covet it, and there is no chance.

I know very well why you came here, so I won't point it out here, so as not to be too good to look good in your face. Here, I would like to advise you that it is better not to get involved in this matter.

Some money can be made, but some money cannot be made! That’s all I have to say, it’s already late, we’re going back to rest, I wish you a wonderful night, goodbye!”

After saying that, Ye Tian took Betty forward, too lazy to deal with these mafia scumbags.
Chapter completed!