brother's bizarre adventure

Naranja spent a wonderful afternoon. This group of people called themselves mafia, but Naranja felt that they were completely different from the mafia he imagined.Although the aesthetics tend to be exotic, they get along harmoniously, more like a warm little family.

"If my mother is still here, my family should be like this." He sat quietly on the side, watching the Bugarati team get along with them, thinking like this.

The meal was over soon, and everyone was about to leave when a big man with the brim of his hat so pressed that his face was almost invisible walked into the restaurant and went straight to Bugarati's table.

The waiter just wanted to stop him, but the guest took off his hat and said hello to Bucciarati: "I arrived in Italy ahead of schedule, how are you? Surprised or not?"

Nalanga: Who is this? It looks so strong and fierce.

Then, he saw the two Asian-faced kids in the line laughing and running towards the big guy.

"Papa (Japanese)"

Immediately afterwards, other teammates greeted each other familiarly one after another, calling them anything.

Bugarati: "Mr. Jonah, good afternoon."

The teammate who booed: "Yo, Mr. Vice Captain."

This is the vice-captain, so what should I call him?Naranja began to think, I am not their team member, and it is not appropriate to blindly imitate the names of Captain Bugarati and team members.These two children should be the last ones to join the team. If I can join, I should have the same name as them. Well, let’s learn from them.

So when Jonah finished greeting the children and noticed that the new member who appeared on the scene was about to ask questions, the newcomer smiled and uttered two crisp words.

"Dosan!"

???

Jonah cracked up on the spot, why does this person call me dad when we meet? I am only 29 years old, have I reached the age where everyone calls me dad?

Huo Zhigao burst out laughing in the private chat, this was not enough, he booed and said: "Mister, congratulations, you are a father again, are you happy?"

"Fuck off, you silly stand-in who doesn't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement." After bickering, Jonah wiped his face, adjusted his expression to be kind, and looked at Bucciarati: "Bruno, who is this?" , Ignore and ignore, it looks like an Italian, I don't know what these two words mean, I'm just repeating the names of the two children.

After the others were surprised, they also wanted to understand the reason, and after laughing, they pretended nothing happened.

Listening to the cheerful laughter of the Bugarati team, Naranja didn't know why, thinking that he was probably making a joke, and had a chance to find out the meaning of these two words.

Taking into account Naranga's mentality, Bugarati did not laugh out loud like other teammates. He coughed lightly to suppress the smile in his voice, and answered Jonah's question: "This is a friend we just met, and he has a wound on his left eye. .”

"Wound?" Without waiting for Bugarati to finish speaking, Jonah approached Naranja, "Little friend, raise your head and let me see your eyes."

Naranja lifted himself up, and from the perspective of looking up, the 'vice captain' appeared taller, his injured left eye was carefully opened, and he heard the 'deputy captain' say: "It's okay, it's just that it's just after being hit. Infection, it's not a big problem. Happyfire, it's time for you to perform."

happyfire, fire, where is the fire... Well, the eyes can see things without pain, is this the treatment of Mafia?Great, want to join!

The life of wandering on the streets taught Naranja a truth, don't hesitate when you encounter opportunities, otherwise you will be hungry.

He touched his healed eyes and summoned up his courage: "Mr. Bugarati, I want to join your team!"

"We are Mafia." Bugarati once again emphasized their identities. Even in Italy where Mafia is everywhere, it is not admirable behavior for school children to join Mafia.

Nalanga: "I know, I don't care!" He felt that this answer was the most sincere. This team can even accept those two Asian-faced students, and he must be able to.

Unfortunately, things did not go in the direction he imagined.

When Bugarati heard this answer, his originally gentle expression immediately cooled down, and his tone became cold: "Our team does not accept minors." It sounded very heartless words, but then he added, "Okay Good reading, don't get involved in Mafia's affairs."

When Naranja was about to be pushed out of the restaurant, he defended: "I am already 18 years old, and I am an adult."

Apache, the second oldest in the team: "Little brat, at least you have to find an excuse that can't be easily exposed."

Naranja looked at his thin arms and legs, and blushed. He really didn't look like an 18-year-old adult.However, it is not a reason that minors cannot join the mafia team, he points to Giorno and Sakura.

"The two of them look younger than me, why can they join?"

Why, because their father is the "vice captain".

This question is really difficult to explain in one sentence. Bugarati refused to answer, and pushed Naranja out of the restaurant: "I am the captain, and I don't agree with you joining the team." He reached out to stop the taxi, "Where is your home, I will send you to the restaurant." You go back."

In this way, Naranja's hope of joining the Mafia team was shattered, but he did not give up, and kept secretly inquiring about Bugarati and the others.However, as a layman, this kind of secret observation could not be hidden from Bugarati and the others, which caused him to be often scolded by the team and then sent home.

"I won't give up!" Pushed into the taxi again, he said, "I will keep going until I join the squad."

"Come again next time, break your leg." Mista closed the car door from the outside, told the taxi driver an address, and then threatened the minor expressionlessly outside the car window.

"You guys won't." Naranja waved goodbye to Mista, "Next time, next time I will definitely join your team."

Watching the taxi leave, Mista muttered in a low voice: "This brat." He turned and left.

In the taxi, Naranga was planning to approach the Mafia team next time, when the driver in the cab suddenly made a noise.

"Little friend, you want to join the Bugarati team. I have an opportunity with a very high success rate. Do you want to try it?"

Nalanga did not doubt that he was there, and immediately responded: "I want to!"

Driver: "Very good. Next, I will take you to a place and complete the tasks assigned to you by the people inside, and you will be able to get the team member medal."

"I will definitely finish it." Naranja clenched his fists.

The next thing went very smoothly, the taxi stopped, and Naranja walked into the assessment site full of hope.

After Naranga entered, the taxi driver dialed the phone: "Boss, the task is completed."

There was a middle-aged male voice on the phone. If Bugarati was here, he could tell that this voice was the voice of another team leader.

"Very good, Borbo's team entry assessment, the death rate is as high as 90%. Tomorrow, we will disclose this news to Bugarati during the team negotiations."

"Yes."

The taxi driver started the car and left. Before leaving, he glanced at the building Naranja entered and said, "Farewell, brat." With that look, it seemed that Naranja was destined not to survive the test.

However, he forgot that the assessment mortality rate is only 90%, and 10% does not mean zero.