Enthusiastic bosses never take dogs lightly

"Hmm...it seems much better now." Seshoin looked at Diablo and nodded with satisfaction, "However, it's better for you to rest and recuperate for the time being, and don't read that book. Let’s adjust our mental state again.”

After finishing speaking, she nodded and said, "It seems that kid Tobio has done a good job."

Diablo rolled his eyes, "I'll go back first, don't bully Dobbio!"

"I wouldn't do that, besides, Tobio is not complete enough to wake up here." Saiseiin Kiara said with a smile.

When Diablo went online, it was already three days later, and the three little ghosts were doing homework, playing video games, and watching detectives in this somewhat old apartment, but they were not bored at all.

Last night, the three little ghosts played games in front of the TV for a long time. In the end, they couldn't even go back to the room and fell asleep on the sofa.

When Diablo came up, he saw such a scene. He reluctantly sent the two little ones to the guest room, and after cleaning up the room, he went to the balcony with a cigarette.Although he is not a person who likes to smoke, in many cases, he will smoke two cigarettes at the right time for reasons such as entertainment.

But since he traveled here, cigarettes have become an indispensable thing in his daily life. When he is upset, he will take out one and light it.He quit smoking for a short time only before taking some action to avoid the heavy smell of smoke on himself.

Along with the smog, Diablo didn't bother to continue to sleep, and started to take out his notebook, write and draw on it with a pen.During his absence in Italy, the Dunwich Company seemed to have died down on the surface because of being pursued and beaten by Vongo.

It's safe to say the company isn't going to let it go, but right now they probably won't be able to spare the trouble of their passionate organization.

"We can clean up the underground trade in Naples a little bit, and now even a kid can get contraband so easily." Diablo frowned, and then remembered the pair of demons dancing wildly before. With a particularly aristocratic appearance, I suddenly felt that it was not surprising that these young people, who were probably under 20 years old, could get contraband.

"But it's wrong to involve children in this kind of thing." He resolutely ignored Shikyaro and Ticano, who were only 13 years old but already looked like 16 years old. Send the two of them back, if they don't want to, transfer their student status to Naples, can it be regarded as adding a few playmates to Dobio?"

I wrote the next plan in the notebook, and before I knew it, the sky was completely bright.

"Dobbio?" Ticano, who woke up and found himself lying on the bed, walked out the door yawning, and saw a tall, pink-haired man sitting on the sofa with several books spread out in front of him. Immediately realized that this should be the boss that Dobby was talking about, he froze for a moment, not knowing what to say.

"Are you awake?" The man casually pinched the cigarette from his mouth, and closed several books spread out on the coffee table, "If you wake up, go wash your face and brush your teeth, and I'll prepare breakfast for you."

"Oh, that...boss, where's Dobio?" It seems that in the past three days, Dobio has been called a lot by Boss and Boss. When Tichano didn't know what to call this man, he also called Out of the boss.

Hearing what he called himself, Diablo nodded with some surprise and some understanding, "Dobio went to school in the morning, he goes to a full-time boarding school, and I really can't spare it on Friday. , I have no choice but to pull him out of school to take care of you."

The words "full-time boarding school" reminded Ticano subconsciously of the terrifyingly stern face of the dean and the darkened classroom, and his face turned pale with fright.

While having breakfast, Diablo looked at the two little ghosts and asked, "What are your plans for the future?"

"Plan?" Both of them were taken aback for a moment, and then looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

"Okay, let me ask you, do you want to go back to Venice and continue your previous life there, or transfer to Naples?" Diablo looked at them. His eyes lit up.

"I want to declare in advance that if you transfer to Naples, but you want to work in my shop, I will not support you for nothing." Diablo stretched out his fingers and tapped on the table, "How is it? "

"Please let us stay in Naples!" The two little ghosts said positively.

He doesn't need to go out in person to deal with the two little devils. Anyway, he is also the leader of a large organization now, with a bunch of people under his command, they can finish their affairs in minutes.

Dealing with the little devil can only be said as a matter of course. The important issue is that Diablo now needs to integrate his own industry and subordinates.

Although his purpose of establishing this enthusiastic organization from the beginning was to hate cultists, the organization itself is still expanding. When the organization expands, it will naturally inevitably have friction with other organizations.

In the past, all their staff were wholeheartedly targeting the Dunwich Company, but now that they are free, their subordinates are expanding the size of the organization outside, and the resulting problems have accumulated a lot.

Diablo needs to sit down and deal with these things. After all, it is impossible for so many people to survive only on hatred like him.

Diablo didn't do much research on management. After all, he used to be more inclined to technical jobs, but he still understands the basic management skills. enough.

He doesn't need to deliberately control people, he just needs everyone's interests to be consistent with his own, and everyone's goals are the same as his own, and that's fine.

What's more, if it really doesn't work, he can still ask the killing institute to come out, but if the killing institute is allowed to come out, it is not an organization, but a new type of cult.

He didn't want to do such a thing at all, and it didn't matter if he made revenge the focus of his life, but it would be too bad to live what he hated the most.

"In this regard, you can learn from Vongo." Diablo stretched his waist after explaining everything in his hands, "Finally, I can rest for a while."

"Aren't you working too hard, did you get so many things out just after you came back from Egypt?" As one of his trusted subordinates, Bellickro, the owner and bartender of Lightning Bar, asked curiously.

"I can't help it. I picked up two little ghost heads when I got home." Diablo sat on a chair, leaning against the back of the chair with his face up. There is a feeling of falling down, "It turns out that even the kid in Naples can buy illegal - forbidden - goods."

He said, showing a look of boredom, "To be honest, I'm not great enough to want to ban all contraband, but even kid can buy it, are they crazy?"

"Boss, the profit of powder trading is very, very high, and in Europe, the popularity rate of these things is very high." Bellickro said naturally.

In fact, he was right. The circulation and smoking of these contraband products in Europe are beyond people's imagination. In fact, Diablo still remembers that before he crossed over, more than half of the prime minister candidates of Great Britain of people said they had used drugs.

This terrifying circulation rate, coupled with the variety of prohibited items that are being refurbished every year, made Diablo never think of completely prohibiting drugs, because it is simply impossible!

But let him really turn a blind eye, let alone do it!

"I know, so at least the underage side should stop!" Diablo clicked his tongue, and sat down the chair vigorously, making a clicking sound as the chair rubbed against the ground.

"Really?" Bellickroe laughed, "It's really rare to see you showing such a serious expression on things other than dealing with cultists. Don't worry, you are our BOSS. We will definitely do our best to deal with your orders." did it."

After ordering the matter, Diablo finally decided to take a good rest for a while, but since he came here, he has hardly stopped. Revenge is like a burning flame, which has never been extinguished.

"So you should let me and Tobio come out, ah, yes, I have to forge your identities first." Saiseiin Kiara said helplessly, "Didn't you just find two people for Tobio? a playmate?"

"...also..." Diablo was reminded by her before he suddenly realized that his previous identity had become a dead person following the plane crash, and it was up to Bellicoro and the others to bring back the relics and compensation for him. of.

After the new identity is done, Dobio finally has the chance to go online again.

"Is full-time boarding school so scary?" The weather has started to turn cold at the end of October. One day on the weekend, Dobbio was wandering the streets of Naples with two little ghosts. When passing by a Geto store, he ran in to buy Three double goals came out.

The three chatted while licking ice cream.

"Actually, I think it's okay, but the BOSS wanted me to learn more, so I found a tutor for me." Dobbio's personality is not very perfect, and many memories are filled in by Diablo, and This personality has not been able to control the body for a long time, at least he can't do it like Seseiin Kiara can use the body as long as Diablo doesn't float up, "It's you, I heard the boss said that you still have to work , can you keep up?"

"Cut, it's just a few things, what can't keep up?" Shi Keyaluo licked the ice cream ball in his hand and shook his head, "It's okay to work part-time, the boss just asked us to help in the back kitchen, and……"

"And it's much better than having to live in the strange eyes of those guys before." Ticano added, neither of them had the slightest nostalgia for their past family.

Just as they were chatting and walking, Dobio, who was standing on the outermost edge, bumped into someone unexpectedly, "Ah, sorry!"

He looked at the person in front of him who was covered with ice cream in his hand, and hurriedly bowed and apologized, "I have a handkerchief here..."

"Go away, brat!" The man opened Dobio's hand viciously, and when he looked at Skiaro and Ticano, his eyes became extremely unfriendly, "Oh, you two are still staying in Naples ?”

"Marco, why are you here?" Ticano took a step forward and pulled Dobio behind him. The difference in height between the two people, who were 4 years apart, was only less than 10 centimeters.

"That's what I want to say. I've been looking for you for a long time." The man who looked no more than 20 years old showed a somewhat hideous expression on his face.

"What are you going to do? I'm going to call the police!" Dobiu was caught off guard just now, and his body tilted a bit. Seeing the other party's expression, he frowned and stepped forward.

The person in front of him had a very strange expression on his face, as if he was laughing at Dobbio's words and his overreaching.