[Comprehensive] Mr. Erdao, a human trafficker

"Where are we going?"

Amid the sound of the rumbling carriage was a cold and unwilling male voice.

"Go to your relatives." Sivir changed his usual clothes and changed into a gentle long skirt, quite a posture of changing his appearance.

"The hotel was smashed. I'm going to start a business elsewhere. Since you don't want to leave Palermo, it's a good thing your father has a cousin who can entrust you..."

She looked away from him and said angrily.

"It just so happens that his family is powerful, at least he can protect you, and you like to go out and provoke him so much."

Sevenora's forehead twitched slightly, and he gritted his teeth, "I'm not a child anymore!"

More than ten years ago, he was entrusted to his aunt to take care of him as a child. It was a last resort. Now he no longer needs to change hands like a minor under guardianship.

Just like a child who can't live independently!

"Who do you think I am for!" Sivir said, raising his voice.

"Sivinola! Let me tell you, no matter how big you are, in my eyes, you are still the stubborn child who didn't cry! If it wasn't for you, who would you think would go to great lengths to check these things for you? !"

"When I leave, no one will take care of you, and you have an arrogant temper. I'm afraid that no one will collect your body when you die!"

She spoke fiercely without any scruples.

Obviously, he knows the nephew he raised very well.

Sevenola couldn't see it, and turned her head away from her.

If it wasn't for her, why did she think she would obediently get into the carriage?

It was precisely because he knew that Sivir was worried that he would be manipulated by her like now. If it was someone else, he would have been furious and wanted to kill this blind guy.

"Is it him you are talking about? That kid."

An old man with a monocle and gray hair was waiting for them at the gate of the courtyard.

"Yes, Mr. Vengley." Sivir said seriously, and his tone was not angry and presumptuous with Sevenora. He smiled skillfully and looked at the young man behind him. For the time being, I will follow my surname Marino for the time being, and whether to change it in the future depends entirely on his own decision."

"As I said in the letter, I really can't find anyone to entrust, so I can only ask you for help."

"Miss Sivir is very courageous." Lorenzo praised.

Whether it is an unmarried girl raising a child alone, or she is determined to leave now, please find Pengel through the network.

"According to her age, Sivnora is also Giotto's cousin, and I will give him the necessary protection."

"That's enough, please, Mr. Vengley."

Sivir laughed, and finally told Sivnora: "I'm leaving now, and don't cause trouble in Vengley in the future."

"Got it, shut up."

Sivenola said impatiently.

If he hadn't been in the hotel at the time, the hotel wouldn't have been smashed by those hooligans, causing Sivir to decide to leave—

This incident alone was enough for Sivnora to squint her eyes and decide to redouble her revenge and go to them one by one according to the list to make them "repent".

"Be more polite." Sivir said angrily, and got back into the carriage.

The carriage was moving forward on the wide tree-lined road, the sound of the wheels gradually faded away, gradually even the car body was engulfed by the green leaves, and there was no figure.

"Let's go, Sivnora," Lorenzo Vongola said, turning sideways and looking at him, "Take Vengley as your own home."

"Oh." Silvinola responded in a low voice, looking at the huge manor.

This is a place he has never set foot before, so tall and rich.

The so-called "Vongola Manor".

"Eh—Giotto's cousin?!" G's shocked voice seemed to be able to break the roof, "Doesn't that mean..."

Isn't Giotto's succession secure?For a long time, only Giotto was brought to Vongola Manor for training, and now there is another nephew of the same Lorenzo Vongoli. Although he is a little older, he is still very young, enough to make people suspect It wasn't that Lorenzo decided to cultivate a new one because of his heir's maverick.

In G's astonishment, Giotto had already reached out his hand and smiled to talk to his cousin. If you don't look at the cold face of the person you are talking to, there is no doubt that it is a very friendly and harmonious scene.

"Is it Sivnora?"

"Just call me Giotto, Sivnora."

"Do you want me to show you around the manor?"

"Uncle has a horse farm, how about we go horseback riding when the weather is nice?"

Except for a few necessary answers, Sivnora snorted coldly, as if she was owed tens of millions.

"I know you," Sivnora finally said as if she was getting impatient with Giotto, her tone was not friendly, "I've heard of the Vengley Self-Defense Regiment."

On the contrary, Giotto seemed in a good mood when he heard this, and Sivnora added for some reason, full of malice, "If it wasn't for that woman Sivir, I was going to find you something to do in a few days..."

The lives of civilians are not easy. Sivnora became a street fighter not only because of her love for war, but also for better survival. She felt weak and ridiculous for a protective organization like the Vengley Self-Defense Group, which was very displeasing to the eye.

But I think those naive ideals.

For these bastards who were struggling in the mud and covered in unbearable conditions—no matter how many younger brothers they had, this fact could not be changed—looking at this pure and fragile light was very dazzling.

The absurd and immature son-in-law ideal.

For these people, it is impossible to think or understand, because they have no possibility of doing it.

No matter how beautiful the vision is, in their view, how unrealistic it is.

"Giotto, do you know Gabrielone?"

"Cavallone?"

"A new family of the Roman region, along the Tiber. At the head was a man called Nidalo Gabrielone."

"What's more special," Elena leaned forward, fiddled with the teaspoon beside the black teacup between her white fingers, with blond hair hanging down her shoulders, and blue eyes like the clarity of the sea on a sunny day in the Mediterranean Sea, "Gabrione, established The original intention was to fight against the foreign mafia."

She smiled slightly, her lips curled up, "...it's not abrupt to be friends with the newborn Pengelie family."

"Gabrione..." Giotto lifted the black teapot - the maid had already been dismissed by them - and poured himself a cup of clear tea juice mixed with fruity aroma.

The sun is shining in the garden.

He took a sip and showed a headache expression, "I will visit later, but right now, I haven't even found the guardians!"

Such a family will not be seen by others.

"Better lack than excess, the most important thing is belief, right?" Eileen showed a clear smile.

"That's right." Giotto nodded, looking serious, the bottom of the golden pupil reflected the figure of the young noble lady opposite, "Vongola should be different."

The more you care about it, the more you can't be hasty.

We can't just start off as the leader, the Guardian and the Boss, just go wrong.

You must have an unchanging will and move firmly towards your original intention... Such an excellent joiner.

For example-

Like the clouds in the sky...

A certain lonesome and powerful intelligence chief.

The encounter between Giotto and Arnold was really a coincidence.

Origins are just passing by on the train.

Then, the same newspaper was selected.

"..."

"One more."

The young man with a cold expression was wrapped in a windbreaker, raised his head slightly, and glanced at the young man in the aisle who reached out his hand at the same time as him.

At that time, Arnold was returning from northern Italy, and received a rare instruction from the General Administration:

"The Chilionello family has recently undergone internal changes and differences have arisen, so pay close attention to the recent changes in Sicily."

As an ancient family that existed in the Middle Ages—although few people know this—Girionello is also in a semi-hidden state, so the changes that can attract the attention of the General Administration are indeed a bit huge.

More importantly, Arnold drooped his eyes, thinking of the report he had seen at the General Administration.

The Kirionello family seems to have extraordinary powers that are different from ordinary people.

This kind of mysterious power made the Intelligence Bureau, who was lucky enough to know about it, very eager to pay attention.

While Arnold was thinking about the key points, Giotto was also looking at the young man who was about to pick up the same newspaper as himself.

Indifferent to indifferent eyebrows, light golden hair, neat and meticulous cuffs and collars, slightly pointed chin, in short, it looks difficult to touch, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as "repelling people thousands of miles away".

Giotto noticed the thin calluses on the palms of the young man he met by chance, as if he had used power all year round.

But the young man's dignified attire is obviously not a person who is used to manual labor. Giotto prefers that this indifferent young man is good at using a weapon—not a gun.

Because the location of the gun cocoon is obvious.

Not to mention G who is excellent in marksmanship, even Giotto himself has thin spear calluses on his hands.

"Hi, I'm Giotto."

Finally, Giotto spoke. He had an inexplicable feeling—a feeling that had helped him countless times, and his friends called it "hyper-intuition."

— that's him.

This cold young man was the one Giotto had been looking for.

Belongs to the guardian of the Vongola family.

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