The black Mercedes left the Rome International Airport, heading along the seaside highway toward the southernmost tip of the peninsula.
Throughout the journey, Dante drove at high speed. When they arrived at the Strait of Messina, the bridge hadn't been completed yet, so they had to take a ferry to reach Sicily.
"Mr. Ye, we will be in Sicily soon."
Undoubtedly, in Sicily, HSD's words carry weight. Here, even the government doesn't have as much influence as HSD does.
Ye Qiu opened his eyes and saw the strait. In truth, it wasn't very wide; if it were in his country, a bridge would have been completed long ago. However, construction had only started here in recent years and was still unfinished.
Boarding the ferry and disembarking, Ye Qiu felt the dawn approaching.
"We'll get there just in time for breakfast," Enzo said.
Dante continued driving in the direction of Palermo, Sicily.
