Is there something wrong with this person's head?
Abel's words immediately put Bucciarati out of control.
Because the Camorra is a family mafia, and all the people in power are members of the Camorra family. He has never heard that the Camorra family has a godfather named Abel, and he is still so young!
Bucciarati seriously suspected that the mysterious guy in front of him might not be older than him.
So Godfather?
Do not make jokes.
If other mafiosi knew that Camorra had a young godfather who was less than 20 years old, it would probably spread throughout Italy that day and become the laughing stock of all gangs!
When Abel saw that he didn't believe it, he didn't explain it. After all, at this time, he really wasn't.
But after tonight, that won't be the case.
"Remember to read the newspaper tomorrow, and don't forget the bet between us. You lost."
"I'll give you three days to deal with everything and come to me, otherwise you'll have to bear the consequences."
Just in time to finish his steak, Abel wiped his mouth gracefully with a napkin, then stood up and left.
He has already decided to start with Camorra, who is ranked second.
The reason why I ask the second question is, of course, because the biggest gang here is [Passion] where Bucciarati and others belong!
It's not time to take action against it yet.
Bucciarati looked a little uncertain because of Abel's last words.
Obviously the other party would not let him go so easily.
Just when he was upset, the conversation of Mista's people over there suddenly caught his attention.
"Huh? What is this? It hurts."
Nalanja suddenly pulled out a slender ice thorn from the back of his hand, feeling a little inexplicable.
The weather outside is as hot as a fire. Where does the ice come from? How did it get stuck in his hand?
Nalanjia was puzzled, and then he noticed that Fuge also had an identical ice spike on his neck.
"Fuge! Fuge! Look! It's on your neck too!"
Fuge was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand to touch it, and found that it was indeed there!
Immediately afterwards, Mista and Apaki also found the same ice spikes in different parts of their bodies.
"Bucciarati, look to see if you have any?"
Bucciarati's face tightened, and he quickly checked himself, and then found an ice thorn that had been pierced on the exposed heart-shaped skin on his chest.
Then he quickly walked to where Abel was sitting just now and looked at the table.
I saw an Arabic numeral 3 condensed on the plate with ice!
Obviously reminding him that he only had three days.
At this moment, everyone realized that this was definitely not a coincidence, but a warning!
Because they have already confirmed that this is an ordinary ice spike without any toxins.
But the scary thing is that none of them know when they were tricked!
This time it was a small ice spike, but what about next time?
Could it be a long needle contaminated with poison?
Or a sharp knife, slitting their throats and piercing their hearts?
Everyone's expressions turned ugly.
This warning was like the Sword of Damocles, hovering over their heads.
It also made the few people who were just about to take action feel chilled in their hearts!
Fortunately, I was worried about the large number of people here, so I didn't take action. Otherwise, I'm afraid the consequences would be irremediable.
"No one should tell anyone about what happened today."
After the silence, Bucciarati immediately warned.
Hearing this, everyone nodded in unison.
Although it is unclear what Bucciarati is going to do, they will definitely keep their mouths shut and not cause trouble.
But when they were checking out, they were taught another lesson!
"Why do you want so much money?"
Looking at the long bill, several people looked a little worried.
Although they don't bully ordinary people like other gang members and eat king's meals, it doesn't mean that they like to be tricked.
But the restaurant manager’s explanation next made them speechless.
"That's right, the guest who was sitting here just now said it was credited to your account."
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Bucciarati's face turned frighteningly dark, "You can't even use this money for a pot of black tea and a steak, right?"
"Well, one portion is indeed not needed, but that customer originally ordered a hundred steaks and a hundred pizzas for takeout." (The most expensive kind)
The restaurant manager also said very embarrassedly.
grass!
At this moment, Bucciarati and others cursed the curse words of their hometown in their hearts at the same time!
This is so damn shameless!
It’s okay to just eat and drink for free, but you actually have the nerve to pack it away?
And that’s a hundred steaks and a hundred pizzas? Not afraid of dying!
They really think that all their money came from the strong wind!
"Bill, please!"
Bucciarati almost said these two words through gritted teeth, and at the same time, he squirted Abel at least a hundred times in his heart.
When they walked out of the restaurant, the restaurant manager was still smiling, probably feeling happy in his heart.
Nalan Jia was very unhappy and said: "Why do you have to settle that guy's debt with us?"
"Stop talking, just think of it as spending money to buy peace of mind."
It's not that Bucciarati didn't know that he could not give the money, but firstly, he was not that kind of person, and secondly, he wanted to see what the other party wanted to do.
At least after paying for the meal, he would have something to talk about the next time we meet.
So it's just one who wants to fight and the other who wants to suffer.
Of course, being unhappy is definitely still very unhappy.
Subconsciously touching his shriveled wallet, Bucciarati left alone without expression.
"Bucciarati, isn't your home over there?"
"Don't go home yet, find a place to make some extra money."
"Uh, okay."
Mista and the others looked at each other, and then went back to their homes.
. . . . . . .
The next day, Giorno Giovanna was still driving his car, looking for the enemy near the airport.
It's just that today, for some reason, he always looks absent-minded.
Occasionally, I am extremely alert when I look around.
It was as if he was scaring himself.
"It's totally unacceptable to continue like this. Forget it, just give yourself a day off."
Giorno muttered to himself, then kicked the stones away from his feet and got back into the driver's seat.
But just as he was about to leave, the door of the back seat was suddenly opened.
Someone got on the bus.
"Sorry, guest, I've finished my work." Giorno said subconsciously.
"You stopped working not long after the sun came up. Are you in a hurry to become a gangster superstar?"
Giorno was stunned for a moment, and then saw the person coming through the rearview mirror.
"It's you?!"
"I told you, I'll be back with you soon."
The image of Abel sitting in the back seat of the car was completely different from yesterday.
All the civilian clothes on his body have been replaced by classic suits, and they are also white suits that are difficult for ordinary people to control!
Abel, dressed like this, has a more and more powerful temperament.
(End of chapter)
