[JOJO Golden Wind Continued] The Arrogant Man

"[-]. Chapter of Resurrection"

In Naples in 2006, the mafia underground is completely in the hands of 'Passionate'.After the new godfather Giorno Giovanna took office, he used his iron-blooded wrist, together with his left and right hands, to push back the already rampant drug trade in Naples to a narrow corner step by step.

Driven by huge profits, some drug lords teamed up with underground gangs in North Italy to launch an unprecedented counterattack against "Passionate". north-south dividing line.

The drug-infested South Italy seems to be shrouded in a translucent protective net since then, and the local drug lords have to stay in the corner to survive, but they are afraid of the power of "enthusiasm" and the methods of this young godfather. Don't dare to pretend to expand your business.

This should be true, but five years after that battle, in April 2006, Giorno received an unexpected message.

It was at the 21st 'birthday party' of the young godfather named Giorno Giovanna.

On April 2006, 4, this day was originally the annual Easter. In Italy, where there are a large number of Christians, it is a festival of celebration and blessing. Gathered into a table 'birthday banquet'.

Although it was a 'birthday banquet', it was no different from a family banquet. There were less than ten people present, and most of them were those who had experienced the 'that battle'. They were companions who could make Giorno, the leader of 'Enthusiasm', fully entrust his trust.The life experience and real age of this godfather are both shrouded in mystery, and perhaps only the few people sitting here are qualified to know.

After five years, countless life-and-death battles and increasingly hot power have not drawn the slightest barrier between these people. They are no different from those ordinary southern Italians who gather to rest after day work. Gossip around the round table.

No one present was over 30 years old, and it was these young people who controlled the most powerful underground gang in Italy.

Most of the table was the protagonist of this 'birthday party', Giorno Giovanna's favorite things-desserts that were supposed to be a pastime after dinner actually accounted for half of them.

A strong but not tall black-haired young man, Naranja Gilka picked out a piece of honeydew melon ham on the plate, held a fork against the wooden stick with a disgusted expression, pulled out the wooden stick, and then rolled the rolled ham The slices were thrown into the plate, and the honeydew melon was inserted into the mouth with satisfaction.

He suddenly let out a strange cry, slapped the fork on the table, and accused

"Mista! Why did you suddenly shoot me!"

The dark-skinned young man beside him, Gedo Mista, laughed and put his arms around the short young man's shoulder

"I said Naranja, after so many years, you are still picky eaters, and your high school entrance exam is about to come soon, right? Stop eating more meat, will your brain really be fine by then?"

"Moderate consumption of nuts and milk eggs can also provide the nutrients needed by the brain"

Another gentle and polite voice also intervened in the conversation. Another young man across the table, Panacorda Fugo, stood up, and put a piece of cheese cake sprinkled with chopped nuts on Naranga. at the desk

Naranja nodded in agreement.

"Fuge is right, he is responsible for my academic progress! I won't listen to your nonsense."

"Naranga's entrance exam is in May?"

The long-haired man opposite, Leo Apache took a sip of the white wine in the glass, leaving a dark purple lip mark on the glass

"I have long forgotten the scene at that time. Now that I think about it, it is enviable to be able to enjoy the innocent student days at the age of 22."

No one here seems to think there is anything wrong with a 22-year-old youth who is still preparing for the entrance examination for junior high school and senior high school

"As for the high school entrance exam... I might still have some memories."

The stylishly dressed pink-haired girl, Trixiu Una, thought for a while, then gracefully supported the side of her face with one hand, and said with a playful smile

"If you don't mind, I can also take some time to recall and help you"

"Wow—forget it, Trish! Do you really remember those things from junior high school after being a model for so many years!"

"This is kind help from a 'friend'? I have to fly over from Milan to help you with counseling."

But at this moment, amidst the increasingly noisy voices, a piercing bell sounded suddenly.

It is the owner of this house——Giorno specially reserved an emergency phone number. Even if he cut off all other contact methods when he planned to relax, he would always keep this emergency phone number. The news is all the top priority.

It hadn't sounded for nearly half a year, and even made people think that his line had failed, but it sounded at this time when it was supposed to be an entertainment party.

Except for Trixie and Naranja, who had left the gang and didn't understand the meaning of the phone call, they were still laughing and talking back, and everyone else booed and fell silent in an instant.

In such a serious atmosphere where the air seemed to be stagnant, the two who were bickering took back their joking mentality as if they had noticed something, and leaned back on their chairs together to hiss and booed silently.

"Sorry, excuse me first"

The tall and slender young man sitting in the main seat gave an apologetic smile, and then left his seat, leaving a dead silence at the table

After a while, Giorno put down the phone in his hand, sat back at the table, and smiled indifferently under the silent gaze

"Where did you just say that?"

Among the steady young men who hadn't joined the conversation just now, Bruno Bugarati was the first to speak directly at this time

"What is it? Giorno"

"There's no need to say it today, right? Bugarati"

"Since it's from that phone call, there should be a need to speak up now."

"That's right, Giorno,"

Mista took over Bugarati's talk

"If I don't say it now, the longer I delay it, the more itchy I will feel. Even this glass of wine tastes like white water."

"OK"

Giorno withdrew the indifferent expression he had just shown, and nodded slightly

"Then Naranja and I will go back first."

Trish stood up suddenly and apologized

"no need"

Giorno put his hands on the table, shook his head, and signaled that Trixie didn't need to avoid suspicion like this

"It doesn't matter if you know it. The news I just got is that a new drug market has recently appeared in the Naples area, and... there is no source"

There is no source, and the news must be accurate when passing it to the "enthusiasm" immediate boss, and the "no" source stated on the phone proves that the intelligence team has conducted a rigorous investigation and has not found the smuggling channel of this new batch of drugs.

--This is impossible

Panacorta Fugo leaned against the velvet armchair, pursed his lips and said

"In Italy, the cultivation of opium | opium poppies is prohibited, and drugs can only flow in through smuggling. Smuggling requires 'paths', and such paths are mostly fixed port channels, controlled by underground drug lords. And drug lords have always Control the drug smuggling channels like a vulture cherishing the carrion in front of its mouth, and will never give up a single cent.”

Bugarati crossed his fingers, and his expression became more dignified

"Maybe... maybe it's smuggling through the ability of a substitute, just like my steel chain fingers."

Enemies once played a joke on this 'passionate' second in command

"Hahahahaha... It's a pity not to transport poison with this ability of yours, tsk"

Later that person was unloaded into eight pieces.

Drug dealing, anyone who has a little bit of contact with the Naples underground party knows that this has always been the most important thing for this "enthusiastic" second-in-command, and he even has a deep hatred for "drugs". Attitude, so much so that when he became the second in command of 'Enthusiasm' five years ago, there was an agreement related to 'drugs', and everyone who sat next to him tacitly did not hand it over to him for handling.

It was impossible to cut off the "drug" trade at that time, and some concessions had to be adopted. This was a necessary process. Buccarati silently accepted the kindness of his partner and trusted his partner. At that time, he did not ask about these things. thing.

And now, in Naples, where the drug trade has been cornered, an unknown drug market has reappeared, which is enough to rekindle the long-lost feeling in his heart—"hate"

"It is indeed very likely that this is the case. I have already issued an order to expand the investigation direction to the newly promoted stand-in messenger, but the investigation on the source of the drug still cannot be stopped."

After all the people present nodded slightly in agreement, the blond young man seated at the main seat raised his wine glass and showed a smile that could calm all restless hearts amidst the worried or thoughtful expressions of the crowd.

"Then——let's continue celebrating Giorno Giovanna's birthday now."

"And—Happy Easter"