How did the good of order become the confidant of the villain? !

The cadre's decision cannot be questioned, Yu Gongcui can only take Bugarati out of the door with a dark face, secretly regretting that he did not finish well in the hospital before.

Otherwise, the child would not have made up his mind to join the enthusiasm in order to seek refuge.

Looking up at the sun hanging on the treetops, he sighed softly in the warm morning breeze.He stopped making indifferent self-criticism, turned around and called the young boy who was quietly following behind him, and was stared at by the latter's clear blue eyes.

"Had breakfast?"

The latter nodded slowly and hesitantly.

Yu Gongcui was a little helpless, but she didn't show it, she just let out a light snort.

"You don't need to lie about such trivial matters. It's just a meal, and I won't do anything to you." He stepped forward, motioning for the children behind him to follow, "Let's go, there's a nice restaurant over there."

After filling his stomach with cream cakes, pizza and hot tea, Bugarati's complexion was obviously much better than before, and his state was a little more relaxed.

Yu Gongcui stirred the sugar cube in the cup with a spoon, let it swirl on the water surface, and found a topic to break the silence.

"How is your father?"

After eating and drinking enough, he put his hands on his lap and sat upright. After hearing this, the boy's expression became a little darker.

"Still not awake. The doctor said that he may remain in a vegetative state in the future."

Yu Gongcui picked up the teacup without saying a word, and took a small sip.

He waited until he put the cup back on the table before leaning back on the chair back with a lazy look of indifference.

"Do you hate me?"

"……what?"

"I'm asking if you hate me." Yu Gongcui looked straight into the other's eyes and repeated clearly, "Those two guys, I could have dealt with them from the beginning-but I put them away Gone, like a cat with its prey. It was in the middle of the escape that they hurt your father."

Buccarat raised his eyelashes, pursed his lips and thought for a while.

In the end, he shook his head slowly.

"It was not of your will that such a thing happened.—it is fate. That's all. So I don't hold a grudge against anyone but the murderer."

Yugong Cui hooked the corners of her lips, and picked up the teacup noncommittally.

"That's right. After all, you are a smart kid, and you won't talk about your likes and dislikes outright... As for this answer, let me just believe it."

The other party's expression was too calm, and it was impossible to judge whether it was a lie or not.

However, it is only natural to vent your anger on yourself.

Ignoring the hesitant expression on Bugarati's face, after asking about the latter's bank account, he simply transferred a sum of money, which should be enough to pay for medical expenses for a long period of time.

The young boy pursed his lips and accepted it, with a slight embarrassment that he had to benefit from others.

He whispered: "Thank you. When I make money—"

Yu Gongcui waved her hand casually.

"Just take it as my compensation to make up for my mistakes." He paused, resting his chin on his right hand, his expression became thoughtful, "But, do you really intend to stay in 'Enthusiasm'?"

After receiving the unwavering and calm gaze, he frowned involuntarily.

"It's too early to decide on life now. If you're just afraid of trouble, I can help you finish the previous murder. This is the last chance to return to a peaceful life."

Feeling the other party's kindness, Bugarati finally stopped tensing his cheeks, but gave a faint smile.

"Thank you, but no. Joining the gang was the only option I had at the time, and I knew that. And..."

He stared at the empty plate in front of Yu Gongcui, and suddenly a dark blue and silver and white figure appeared above the empty table, punching the plate.

The moment the face of the fist came into contact with it, several zippers suddenly appeared out of thin air on the surface of the originally intact porcelain plate, which smoothly and silently divided the plate into several pieces like dividing cloth, and lay quietly on the table.

Yu Gongcui's pupils shrank slightly.

- is a stand-in.

At the same time, he also understood the second half of Bugarati's unspoken sentence.

【Also, it's too late. 】

Raising his hands and rubbing his temples, he couldn't help sighing a little tiredly.

... No matter how you look at it, this child was forced to make this choice for his own sake, and now he is his subordinate.Taking care of it is also a matter of course.

It's just that besides Borbo, there is one more person to avoid in future actions.

"Stay with me for the time being," Yugong Cui said slowly, already having an idea in her mind, "I will start to arrange what should be done next."

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Another half a month has passed by the time the matter on Bugarati's side has been dealt with.

Yu Gongcui left the small apartment where there was another person's life, and walked slowly along the deserted coast.

He could get in touch with Pengo Lie, but Pengo Lie couldn't get in touch with him.Finally, I found time to make a secret unilateral contact. Of course, I asked Polnareff who was thrown in the safe house before.

He really cared about the information that person had about the boss.

Although the person who answered the phone didn't know the exact identity of Amamiya Tsui, he knew that the people who used this line were the targets of the enemy families lurking. Jiudaimu specifically explained that he should take it seriously, so the attitude of replying was also extremely respectful.

But at the same time, with a bit of embarrassment beyond words.

"The gentleman's condition is indeed very bad, but after the operation, he has stabilized for the time being. We also installed a specially customized prosthesis for him."

"You know our technology in this area, Vengley, is absolutely at the forefront of the world, and only a foundation in the United States can match it! Not only will it not affect normal life, but it can even have more functions than the original limbs. Gospel for the wounded, the best choice for everyone!"

After listening to a bunch of nonsense, Amamiya Tsui: "...Oh, and then? How is Polnareff, and what did you say after recovering?"

The tone on the phone was even more embarrassing, and it took me a long time to answer in an expectant manner.

"What... nothing."

It happened that Polnareff did not want Polnareff to disclose the relevant information about the "Enthusiasm" boss to the family, and hoped that the former would inform himself and pass it on to Kudaime in exchange for this credit. After hearing this answer, Amamiya Tsui secretly thought relieved.

But the other party's attitude is very tricky, obviously there is something hidden in it.

Sure enough, the second he had doubts, the contact person gave the answer with a desperate attitude.

"I'm sorry! Because on the second day after the prosthesis was installed, that gentleman escaped from Vengley's ward!!"

Yu Gongcui: "..."

Yu Gongcui: "???"

He suppressed the urge to speak vulgar words, and said word by word: "Didn't you tell him that I brought him back?"

"Well, for the sake of your safety, the identity and the like are kept strictly confidential when contacting, even now I don't know who you are..."

While the other party was muttering, he suddenly became more confident, "However, we told him that Vongola is the largest mafia in Italy. Since he has been protected, he just needs to relax and take a good rest!"

Key words: Mafia.

That guy Polnareff definitely thought that he was brought back by the killer sent by the boss, and he wanted to be able to torture himself after healed himself.

After all, if you were seriously injured to such an extent when you just got involved in the affairs of the mafia, no matter who you change, you will get PTSD from the mafia.

The clue that had just emerged from the sea disappeared again.

It's like a traveler in the desert spent a lot of energy chasing the Misty Immortal Palace. After getting closer, he tried to reach out and touch it, only to find that it was a mirage that would collapse at the touch of a touch.

Yu Gongcui on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, feeling a little exhausted.

"...I was too careless, and I don't blame you." He said to himself, "After all, no one thought that the patients from the friendly camp who tried their best to treat them would want to escape."

He hung up the phone while the person in contact said "Thank you for your understanding, thank you for your understanding", pulled out the SIM card, broke it, and threw it into the choppy waves beside him.

Just when he was about to leave, he suddenly received a call from Porpo.

Yu Gongcui stared at the caller ID for a while, and deliberately waited until the other party was about to lose patience and hung up, before answering the call slowly.

The thick voice over there obviously restrained his anger: "Hey, Bugarati——"

Only then did Yugong Cui clear her throat and greeted her aloud.

"Good morning, Monsieur Polpo."

The other side was silent for a full five seconds before carefully stating a fact.

"This is the mobile phone I allocated to Bugarati for the convenience of contact."

"I know," Yugong Cuihun explained nonchalantly, as if he didn't think it was a big deal at all, "I took care of it for him."

"'Custodial'?"

Judging from the sound coming from the receiver, Borbo should be grinding his teeth.

After a long time, he managed to calm down his breathing, and gave the order without refusing.

"Put Bugarati on the phone. Stop doing these little tricks, Rummy!"

"I also really want him to answer the phone, although the first thing you have to do is not to find me, but to find a child who has just joined for more than ten days, which really makes me very sad—"

Amamiya Cui jumped repeatedly on the edge of Borbo's patience, and did not slam on the brakes until she stepped on the opponent's bottom line, "But, Bucciarati is really not here now. Well, if there is no accident, this week will be full won't be there."

Bolbo's voice became quite dangerous, and he had obviously thought of some bloody development direction.

"What have you done?!"

Yu Gongcui, who was speculated maliciously, paused for a second before giving an answer.

"I sent him to school."

"..."

The choked Polpo was silent for a while.

Yu Gongcui asked innocently: "Shouldn't a child of this age be in school? Besides, if you have something to employ, don't you still have me."

With a bang, the person on the other side finally hung up the phone unbearably, and Yu Gongcui, who was left here, sighed listening to the repeated beeping sound.

He held the phone in front of him, looking thoughtfully at the words "hang up" on it.

"...Is my rambunctious, unreliable and unreliable character design too successful?"