Am I this skinny in another world?

Naibu in the present world×Shangqiu Jie in this article

He did not die on the battlefield, but drifted.

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"Clap clap clap..."

The tense situation of the stalemate after a random shot was broken by a burst of applause, and the side participating in the scuffle suddenly put down the offensive, which made people puzzled.

Standing in the shadows, the young mercenary exchanged glances with the black suit of the same camp, but did not understand the hint that the other party "is the boss of the opponent".

Regarding tonight's raid, the other party already wanted to stop, and the boss came forward to save face.As for who to save face...

"As expected of Mr. Sabeda, the skills of those who have been soldiers are different." The man who was also hiding in the dark revealed his position, but remained calm, showing his trust in his own strength.

"Do you want to work under me? A small family is too much of a waste of your time. You haven't joined any family yet, have you? For the mafia, a simple money contract is not reliable."

"You have gained a lot of fame in Sicily recently. My family must not be the only one who wants to recruit you. Please think about it."

"I know you are listening. We will definitely meet again, and I look forward to your reply." The other party put down the harsh words and led the person away.

A few black suits who were guarding with Nab Sabeda scattered around to clean up the mess, guarding against scheming from time to time.Nabu breathed a sigh of relief and didn't follow.He is a hired bodyguard and has no position to get involved in other people's "family affairs".

The scimitar in the mercenary's hand was not put away, and it was still shining with a faint luster of thirsty blood.

"Mr. Sabeda, thank you this time too." The man in charge came from behind, with blond hair and blue eyes, and his appearance was really classy, ​​but with a sincere smile and thanks, Nabu didn't know how to refuse...his invitation , "Thanks to your vigilance this time, if this land is taken, I cannot afford to blame Grandpa."

Joe, a pure Sicilian, mafia.

"You are really welcome. But we have known each other for so long, and you have no intention of joining our family, and sometimes it makes it uncomfortable to be friends."

The Italian's natural enthusiasm overwhelmed the socially awkward Neb, who turned down invitation after invitation—and then fell into the next trap because of the guilt of saying no.

"Can we be together tonight..."

"Neb." Jack walked over from the other end of the alley. Although it was night, because of the sudden street fighting, the surrounding residents closed their doors to avoid trouble, and few lights were turned on.He came in the dark, with blood on his paws and a bit of evil spirit.

"It's time to go back."

Naibu didn't hear what the employer said, and was dragged away by the young man, so he could only turn his head and nod to the other party.

The "good-tempered" young man also smiled and waved his hands, expressing that he didn't care.After the two people of foreign origin left, a man in a black suit approached and whispered something to him, and then he nodded and led them away in a hurry.

The first time we met was on the street. This young man who looked like an ordinary passer-by rescued the mercenaries who had just arrived.

I thought that the exchange between the two of them would stop here, but one time when they were involved in a melee between gangsters, the person Naibu rescued was the heir of a certain mafia, and he was a familiar person.

People with a discerning eye valued the extraordinary strength that was trained in the mysterious game.In such a tense season, if all the unstable factors cannot be kept under the nose, it is to leave hidden dangers for oneself.Knowing this well, Joe took this opportunity to win people into his camp, but the target was not interested in the dark side of society.

He can only be close to the water first, soft and hard - Joe, who claims to have a lot of competitors because of his father's flair, hired Neb Sabeda as a bodyguard at a high price. Considered a nail by many.

Under the introduction of Joe, a local, Naibu, who had only received a few orders, bought a good house cheaply.That night, he was overtaken by a boy who didn't know how he appeared here.

On a night in Sicily, a man's moving courtship love song came from outside the window, and Naibu packed up his supplies, keenly hearing the broken sounds hidden under the melody.The senior mercenary looked back with a bit of murderous intent, and Qiu Shengjie, who was still unskilled in opening the window, slowly broke into the house from the balcony on the second floor.

The "Looking for the Mercenary Neb" radar continues to work.

Nab Sabeda rubbed her eyes and looked again.The Claw Claw Jie who had just stood still was wearing a crumpled suit, stained with a tomato-colored liquid, and he could still see it.

"Why did you get so much blood—hey, don't lean over!"

"Isn't Nabu too?" Transferring the weight to another person, the boy closed his eyes, "The whole body smells like blood."

Naibu was taken aback, and then distressedly cleaned up the mess for the man who suddenly fell asleep... He also walked the journey from the manor to Sicily. According to the boy's unrestrained temperament, it was definitely much more difficult than him.

A person who can attack a lone boy... has no need to show mercy.

It is said that after escaping from the manor, no matter whether they were survivors or regulators, they tacitly stopped contacting each other, as if it was just a long dream, and things that have passed for a long time are like a lifetime away.After experiencing such a wonderful thing, everyone chose to start over.

Except Nab Sabeda.

This elite mercenary with war experience has never been able to get out of the shadow of those days. To say that he is slow, it is better to say... he has brought a big burden.

From that day on, Jack stayed here, occasionally throwing people out of the house who didn't have a good eye for work with Neb.Assassination or something is the mafia's specialty. They never show mercy to their enemies, and destroying strongholds is a trivial matter.And Jack wouldn't let Neb not even have a place to sleep.

The sudden appearance of a companion makes Neb once again a popular figure in Sicily.

Every time Naib came back exhausted, he could see Jack waiting for him with a warm meal.Every time he attended a strange reception, Jack followed closely, using his social rhetoric to block a glass of unknown drink from the "naive" mercenary.

It is also a declaration of sovereignty.

To anyone who approached Neb, Jack's smile and killing intent never diminished.The restored left hand is equipped with claws, which cannot be hugged, but can hold its own treasures.

Jack's condition is getting worse.

The world that was going to be destroyed unceremoniously passed on the doomed fire to the souls that accidentally traveled to another world, buried it deep in the soil, and then quietly burned everything that could be burned.

It used to be a cracked gemstone, with incompleteness and unique charm.But that was in the past, and now the gleaming stone has long been intentionally smashed to pieces.Twist lightly and slowly, you can only watch the powder flow from your fingertips, it is no longer yesterday.

Some people sigh, some people are sad.

Neb admits that there is indeed something called "love" between him and Jack.The ambiguous eyes of others can't explain anything, but they know clearly in their hearts.

What Qiao said meant that both he and Jack joined them, were sheltered, and also used their power to protect the family and give stability to the ordinary residents who were attached—that's what he said.Compared with those newly rising names involved in drugs and human trafficking, there are not many families like Joe that only deal in arms and import and export.

Not expanding, but having a deep foundation, connections and ties with the military and government are all objects of greed for others.Their conservatism is etched in their bones.

But their feelings for the "family" are very deep. Every time they see the black suit being carried away, the atmosphere of the conversation between Joe and Neb will change several times.Occasionally mentioning the treatment of widows and orphans, the weak-looking Joe will also reveal the temperament of a future mafia leader, and he must take revenge if he is wronged.

And that big funeral...

In a daze, the scimitar in Nabu's hand was thrown away... The enemy in front of him was suddenly pierced by the sharp blade, and then thrown aside as a rag bag.The anxious young man joined the battle between the two sides, directly overturning the result of the battle.

He always felt that Joe's conservative offensive recently was to wait for Jack to make a move to mitigate the loss.

"Naibu, it's time to go home." The boy stood up from the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

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