Chapter 455:

When the noise finally ended, Bucciarati suddenly asked a question that surprised everyone.

"If, I mean if. If I choose to fulfill that agreement, will you be willing to leave with me?"

This team can be said to have been established by Bucciarati himself, and he has a deep bond with everyone.

So before making the final decision, he also wanted to see everyone's choices.

Mista and others were stunned and began to look at each other.

The first one to answer was the heartless Naranja, who put his hands behind his head and said nonchalantly: "I will be wherever Bucciarati and Fugo are. "

Fugo was the one who brought him to Bucciarati.

And Bucciarati is a being comparable to his parents.

So under this kind of kindness, Nalanjia himself doesn't really care where he goes, it all depends on Bucciarati and Fugo.

If they both stay, he will stay.

If they both choose to leave, then he will leave with them.

Fugo, who was cueed, responded: "Are you crazy? Do you know how many stand-ins like us the boss has now?"

"Once they discover that we have betrayed and left, they will definitely send them to hunt us down. What will we do then?"

"Bucciarati, I know that you have been secretly investigating the organization's sale of 'flour' recently, but you cannot survive in this world based on ideals alone."

"So no matter what your final decision is, I will not leave, I choose to stay."

Fugo's answer made everyone think deeply.

Because what he said is right, it is precisely because of understanding that one is afraid.

Leaving is not just as simple as leaving.

In the Mafia, betrayal is the most intolerable thing.

And do you want to trust a stranger you have only met once?

Even they don’t even know what the other party does or what their purpose is.

But surprisingly, Fugo's words made the hesitant and wavering Bucciarati make up his mind.

After that, apart from Leo Apaki, who made it clear that he would advance and retreat with Bucciarati, only Mista was left without a statement.

However, after watching Mista make jokes and express his inner thoughts in a joking tone, everyone knew that what he most wanted to see was everyone being together, but if he had to choose, he would most likely follow. Bucciarati leaves.

This is the charm of Bucciarati’s personality.

At this point, Bucciarati knew what was going on.

The day passed quickly.

When the sun rose again, Bucciarati found Giorno at the same place.

Or it could be said that Giorno has been waiting for him here.

"Oh it's you."

After the meeting, although Giorno was a little surprised, he quickly figured out the key and understood Mr. Abel's intention.

"Are you waiting for someone?"

"That's right, I just didn't expect that the person waiting was you at first."

Giorno's answer made Bucciarati raise his eyebrows, a little surprised.

"I came to you to meet 'that person'."

Giorno nodded without any surprise, "Get in the car, Mr. Abel has prepared a banquet at Camorra's manor."

it is as expected!

A glimmer of light flashed in Bucciarati's eyes, and he got into Giorno's car without hesitation.

The two of them were fighting to the death the day before yesterday.

As a result, we got into the same car today, and we may even work together in the future.

I have to say, fate is really amazing.

What's more interesting is that although the two have fought and had conflicts, from the bottom of their hearts, they don't hate each other, but rather agree with each other.

Chapter 678 Backlash and Tasting

Soon after, the car drove into the Camorra Manor smoothly.

When the two of them entered, they happened to see several corpses being carried out from inside.

Obviously, the shortcomings of taking this iron-blooded approach to get to the top have begun to show up.

Not everyone is so easy to fool, and there are always some guys who are loyal to the original owner.

If Abel were an ordinary person, he would have died dozens of times by now.

But it is a pity that Abel was able to overcome all these unflattering tricks.

Assassination?

Poison?

Whatever other means you have, use them all.

In the banquet hall, Bucciarati finally saw that person again.

And compared with the last time, the power of the other party became stronger. Just a look made him breathe heavily.

"Bucciarati, you are finally here, sit down."

"Notify the following, let's get started."

As Abel said hello gently, interestingly, the pressure also disappeared.

Immediately, exquisite and expensive dishes were served on the table.

After the dishes were all served, Abel said as if he was joking: "Because the methods used before were a bit more intense, there should be many people in this manor who want to kill me now. I'm not sure about the food and wine either." Whether there is poison in it or not, let’s hope for our own happiness.”

And for fear of being poisoned, I tasted almost every dish and drank a lot of red wine.

Seeing this, Bucciarati thought he was testing his courage.

In addition, Abel had already eaten one by one, so he felt that he should be fine, so he also started to prepare something to eat.

But just when he stretched out his fork and pointed it at a certain dish, Abel's voice sounded at the right time.

"Well, the Neapolitan grilled lobster does taste good, but the heat is a little off. It should be to prevent the poison inside from evaporating, so the amount and time of grilling with wine are shortened. I personally don't recommend this dish. "

"The Milleste macaroni next to it is relatively better, because the poison in it is a compound poison, which needs to be induced by red wine, so as long as you don't drink alcohol, you won't die from the poison."

"And that Ausborg beef elbow over there"

As if he suddenly became interested, Abel began to conduct an extremely professional tasting of the dishes on this table.

Especially the poison inside, he knows it almost like a treasure, and he still thinks about it from time to time.

The people around him were so frightened that they knelt down one after another. After being caught in such a big trap, one could easily imagine the fate that awaited them.

On the contrary, the faces of those individuals with good intentions were all filled with incredible doubts, and then turned into resentment.

They couldn't understand why these various poisons collected from the black market couldn't poison the opponent to death?

They obviously put it in with their own hands and watched each other eat it with their own eyes.

Was it dropped midway?

Their actions have been discovered long ago?

"Go to hell!"

A few people who couldn't help it immediately rushed over, picked up the knives and forks on the table and stabbed Abel's various vital parts.

But the next moment, their movements were all frozen in place, and were eroded by the cold air into lifelike ice sculptures.

At the same time, Abel was still cutting the steak on the plate slowly and then put it into his mouth.

"Well, it really tastes better with added ingredients."

"Inform Stella to clean up the garbage."

Soon a group of people came in and moved all the ice sculptures away.

"Eat, what's wrong? Doesn't it suit your appetite?"

Giorno and Bucciarati put down their tableware silently and said in unison: "I ate before coming here."

"Well, that's not a good thing."

Abel shook his head regretfully.

Giorno and Bucciarati said in their hearts: "They are indeed not blessed to enjoy this kind of blessing."

Although they also doubted whether these dishes were really poisonous, why did Abel feel fine after eating them.

But if you really let them taste it for themselves, they will definitely not take their own lives as a joke.

So Abel was eating alone at the banquet, while everyone else was watching.

Finally the meal was over.

Abel then took them elsewhere.

"It seems you already have the answer, Bucciarati."

After Abel lit his cigarette, he went straight to the point.

"Before giving the answer, I want to confirm one thing with you. Can what I want really be changed?"

Bucciarati's expression was very serious.

He doesn't care about his own safety. He just wants to know if he jumped here from the 'enthusiasm' organization and can achieve his goal.

If he couldn't, why would he bother like this?

The answer Abel gave was: "In my jurisdiction, anyone who dares to touch 'flour' is up to you to deal with. If you can't deal with it, come to me and I will uproot them."

This sentence is enough.

Bucciarati obviously relaxed a lot.

At the same time, this is also the first boss who dares to make such a promise to him!

"Can I trust you? Boss."

"Time will prove everything."

In this way, Bucciarati gave his answer and also brought good news. He would try his best to bring all the members of the team here.

In addition, it is the valuable information he knows about the ‘Enthusiasm’ organization.

"Bucciarati, from now on you will be Camorra's staff officer, and Giorno will be my agent. You must cooperate well."

In the mafia, the staff officer or advisor is also a very important position, usually held by the boss's most trusted cronies.

Not only is he responsible for mediating internal disputes within the family, but he also serves as the agent, the second boss’s guard. His main task is to ‘legitimize’ all the specific actions of the family.

Therefore, there is a natural cooperative relationship between the consultant and the agent, where both prosper and suffer.

Now, Abel has set the stage for them.

As for how wonderful the performance can be, it depends on them.

So when driving away from the manor, Bucciarati suddenly suggested: "Find a place to eat first? Then I will introduce you to a few people."

Giorno nodded, "I happen to be a little hungry too."

The same encounter before gave them a common topic, and it was also the basis for cultivating tacit understanding and trust.

In addition, since we are going to act together in the future, some things still need to be agreed in advance.

Furthermore, Bucciarati’s subordinates are not easy to get along with.

Bucciarati also needs to let both parties meet in advance to see if they can get along.

Even if he makes up his mind to leave, he will not deceive his own people.

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