How I was forced to be a boss

[Amor has lived in this slum since he was born.

The slums have their own living standards. Compared with the outside, the inside of the slum is more primitive.In a region that relies on violence to form a strict hierarchy, everyone has their own division of labor.

Although poor and difficult, everyone can find their own position and live a good life.

Amor has always thought so.

"Amor!"

It was Amor's good brother Miro who rushed in excitedly.The survival mode of two people forming a "partner" is the best choice that the children in the slums have figured out to ensure their growth.

"Amor! They're recruiting again! As long as we catch up with those big shots, we'll be on the rise!"

When Milo said this, his face was full of excitement, as if he had already thought of his future prosperity.

Amor is not interested in this, he just wants to stay in his own place honestly.

Those 'big shots' aren't so easy to hook up with.

Sometimes it may cost you your life.

But he didn't want to dampen Milo's fighting spirit, so he just refused to go with him in the end.

"Tch, you bastard, you are destined to stay in this dirty and dark place for the rest of your life!" Milo stuck out his tongue at him, and ran out again like a gust of wind.

...]

After leaving the illusion with Mr. Weisman, he finally chose to leave Sky Empire with me and returned to the ground.

Hearing the news, the King of Gold got up in the middle of the night.

It's hard for the old man, the king of gold, to meet old friends late at night at his age.

Seeing the two of them chatting excitedly about the past, I wisely withdrew.

Sometimes I wonder why Mr. Weissman should.Obviously, he also attaches great importance to his friends, but he wants to stay in the sky.

Even if it is down now, there is not much time left with friends.

Thinking of this, I thought of myself again.Urged by an inexplicable urgency, they called Chuya and the others.It's just a sign of peace.

Fortunately, everyone's work is sometimes reversed day and night. This time is just in time for work.

After hanging up the phone, I was!It was arranged in a room in the Imperial Pillar Tower.

Then he stayed at the Imperial Pillar Pagoda for the time being.

I really don't feel at ease if I don't watch the progress of the Dresden slate. In addition, there is nothing to do in Yokohama, so let's take it as another vacation for myself.

"It feels like you've been on vacation lately."

When I made overseas phone calls with Tsunayoshi Sawada, he complained about me like this.

If you get along with this godfather for a long time, you will find that he is really a very suitable person to be a friend.He is polite, has a high EQ, and is relatively informal. He never puts on airs, and is quite reliable when he really needs it.

And he is a strong and gentle person.

It's still kind of weird about this.

The Mafia in Italy and the Mafia in Yokohama are completely opposite to what I imagined.

As the birthplace of the Mafia, in my impression Italy should be a more cruel place.In fact, I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I often feel that Yokohama is more cruel than Italy.

Vongola's temperament sometimes even makes me mistake it for a serious official institution in Italy, such as the police.

"After all, I'm a freelancer. It's up to me whether I take a vacation or not."

"And there are some things that are useless."

Then he started talking to me like crazy about the fight between Vengola and Mirufiore, the Italian form and stuff like that.

As I listened, I felt something was wrong.

"Mr. Zetian, I always feel that Bai Lan is not serious about Pengo Lie."

"...Actually, I noticed it too."

Turn on the hands-free phone, pick up the pen and continue with the new creation at hand.

"So, have you thought about how to deal with it?"

"Teacher Zhuxi, Bai Lan has a treacherous mind, is cunning and changeable, and is powerful..."

"It means that there is no way at present." I responded casually.

"Well, yes." Tsunayoshi Sawada made an aggrieved voice.

"Hey, I didn't say, why don't you, Peng Gelie, arrange an existence like a "brain". It seems that you are all biased towards force. Look at Hong Kong gangsters."

Speaking of this, Tsunayoshi Sawada is very envious.

!

"I also want Teacher Zhuxi!" He uttered such a cry from the bottom of his heart.

"Well," my smooth thoughts were interrupted by him, "It's not about me, I can't do this, I'm talking about Dazai Osamu or Edogawa Ranpo."

"Teacher Zhuxi."

"Ok?"

What kind of misunderstanding can there be? I understand myself.

"Speaking of which, do you still remember the little mafia who sneaked into Hong Kong last time?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi responded, listening to the sound of writing on the other side of the phone, thinking, what is Mr. Takenishi doing?

"From that incident, I found some inspiration."

"Bai Lan is really too free now, I'm not at ease."

"Got to find something for him to do."

The sound of writing came again, accompanied by Teacher Zhuxi's casual voice.

Sawada Tsunayoshi suddenly felt as if he understood something, his hand holding the phone tightened, and his heart beat suddenly accelerated.

But first he asked another question, "Are you writing?"

"That's right." She replied casually, "Super intuition is also useful in this regard."

Sawada Tsunayoshi was suddenly a little nervous, "So, it really is..."

"That's right," said a smiling voice, "it's a gift for Bai Lan."

"He's sure to like it very much, it won't bore him."

【…

The first time Amor saw a gang fight was when he was five years old.

That kind of scene seemed like the end of the world to him when he was young. His mother, whose front feet were still full of fatigue and worried about making a living, lay lifeless on the ground in the next second.

The bright red liquid overflowing from the woman's skinny body soaked Almo's feet, which had been cleaned by her, wet.

He curled up his toes protruding from the hole in the toe.

The red on the nails is as beautiful as the ones painted on the feet of women from outside that I have seen before.

It happened so easily that he had no real sense of it.

Life is like floating!Feathers, he felt no weight at all.

Children always live a little longer than adults. This is the unique care of the Mafia. After all, for those "big shots" who can only look up, their long-term vision makes them deeply understand the importance of follow-up personnel reserves sex.

"Amor!" Nino ran in excitedly from the door.

"That mafia is here to recruit again!"

"Amor, you will never be successful like this!" Nino ran away triumphantly.

Amor is a man with little ambition.It was enough for him to live carefully under the rules.

……

The struggles of the 'big shots' are getting worse, and the turmoil is being felt even in the slums.

But there is no one left to give them.

Amor has been acting alone for a long time.But it doesn't matter, because there are no other competitors, and Amor no longer needs a 'partner'.

Only Amor.

But he just didn't want to join that mafia.

Because life is really too light, the feeling of disappearing in the hand is not good.

In order to avoid being recruited, he came up with a good way. No matter how short the mafia is, it would not choose to ask for a sick ghost.

So with his upper body naked, he stood in the cold wind all night.

Seeing Amor lying on the bed and coughing non-stop, the mafia really ignored him.

But Amor miscalculated one thing, there is no medical condition in the slums.

Lying on the bed, when he felt that he was going to die, he was relieved.

……

There was one last thing Amor wanted to do.

He came to a private hospital and signed an organ donation agreement.

The dean received him very happily, and even kept him enthusiastically, praising his character loudly.

Only Amor knew that he didn't want to leave even a single strand of hair to that mafia.

! ...]

"What do you want me to do?" Tsunayoshi Sawada asked softly.

"There's nothing to do, Mr. Sawada just needs to maintain his usual style."

"It's that simple?" Tsunayoshi Sawada was a little surprised, he subconsciously glanced at Reborn beside him.

"Did you know? Under the violence, there must be resistance, and there is a word called 'a single tree can't support'."

"People may bow their heads because of a moment of violence, but they will not bow their heads because of this kind of violence for a lifetime."

I said persuasively: "The power of the masses is always great. You just need to do what a heroic leader should do and return justice and peace to everyone."

"Everyone will send the results to you."

Pay attention to proportion?

She has always been very measured.

stop?

But what about Brandeso?

For all of them, Mrs. Takenishi is a good friend who is safe and sound.

Sawada Tsunayoshi is still willing to believe her.But for this person whose super intuition is almost useless, the subconscious will always be a little more vigilant.

At this time, he would use the words of reborn before to repeatedly confirm to himself that this person would never cause any irreversible situation due to his momentary negligence.

"The unlucky one is Bailan, the unlucky one is Bailan." Sawada Tsunayoshi whispered.

"Wait, let me think—"

"Where did it start?"

The voice of the person who was thinking about something came from the other side of the phone.

The sound of the tip of the pen gently tapping on the paper seemed to tap on Tsunayoshi Sawada's heart every time.

"Yes," she said in a cheerful voice, as if she was narrating a fictional story that did not exist in reality, "It all started with a man who couldn't stand the high-pressure policy of a certain mafia family and was forced to breathe A small-scale rebellion by a low-level mafia family that doesn't feel comfortable."

"And then, it failed."