Pengel's Godfather's Growth Diary

At the moment when I made the oath, I dedicated my soul, life, and even everything to him.

——Hayato Prison Temple

Hayato Kikuji did not hear the news of Sawada Tsunayoshi's death.

When the all-powerful tenth-generation godfather of Vengley died, his guardian of the mist was sitting by his window, his wrinkled hands were not flexible enough to fold the stars, his eyes were downcast and smiling with the leader who could no longer speak. Talk about old things.

After an unknown amount of time, the aged Hayato slowly put down the star that had been folded for an hour.

He is too old.

The hand once known as the "hand of God" couldn't even fold a star that elementary school students could fold in one minute. After putting down the orange paper star, his hands trembled.

The elderly Hayato went to take out the cigarette in his pocket, and held it up with trembling hands, but he didn't even light a spark.

He had quit smoking long ago under the supervision of the chief.

Hayato thought, breathing the air heavily, feeling as if his lungs were immersed in seawater below 7000 meters, and he was so heavy that he couldn't breathe at all.

He sat in this position for a long time, his fingers trembling and unable to hold himself, the unlit cigarette fell to the ground, and his vision began to dizzy.

Gokuji Hayato almost fell on the spot.

But not after all.

He managed to straighten up, and pressed the red button next to the leader's bed with his last strength.

Sawada Tsunayoshi is dead.

The news was spread by himself.

Gokuji Hayato, who exhausted all his strength, sat back in front of the chair, his hands drooping weakly, and his eyes fell cloudy and stubborn on the face of Sawada Tsunayoshi who seemed to be asleep.

He tried all his strength to raise his hand to touch his cheek, but his whole body was exhausted, the trembling hand could only hang down feebly, unable to lift it up again.

Vengley's members entered the chief's room as soon as they received the signal—in fact, they had been waiting for a long time.

Since Chief Vengley's body fell into aging and refused to use various scientific and unscientific means to prolong his life, this medical unit belonging to the current chief Vengley was sent to the chief's residence.The board and lodging are self-contained and three meals a day can be delivered, just begging the old leader not to turn them away.

In fact, the leader, who was extremely gentle in the face of his family, did not refuse the kindness from the younger generation.

Hayato Gokudera sat in the seat closest to Tsunayoshi Sawada and watched as his leader was surrounded by medical staff and taken away. .

During the whole process, he didn't make a single sound.It wasn't until everyone left that the former Lanshou of the tenth generation of Pengelie opened his mouth, his eyes fixed on the position where the leader was lying like a hungry wolf, and he made a hooting sound from his throat.

I do not know how long it has been.

Prison stood up.

He remembered what the leader did at the last moment, stood up, and took out a box from the leader's bedside table.

The funeral of the ten-generation leader of Vongola was held in Japan.

The news of his death has long been released by Vengley's official platform. By this day, the whole world is mourning the godfather who founded the Vengley Group and found a new way of existence for the mafia.

As the leader of Vongola, Sawada Tsunayoshi is both a hardliner and a moderate. He is gentle and refined, and his methods are thunderous. It has created a well-known national brand throughout Italy—and this period of time also includes the time he spent studying at the Mafia Academy.

Afterwards, he built the Vongola Academy to provide schooling for the children of the Mafia; he united with the political circles to set up a re-employment department to seek new life for countless Italians, including the Mafia; his Vengola Group service department Everything from infant and child daily care products to high-end luxury customization is included, and even the fashion and literary circles also have a place in Pengelie.

And as the godfather who never concealed his mafia background said, "I will let Vengley return to his original appearance."

——Whether the Mafia or Vongola, from the very beginning, they existed to protect the Italian people.

He did.

In addition to living security, Pengo Li also has a lot of contacts with the political circles.

But unlike the general mafia and the government's collusion, Vengley maintains a wonderful relationship with the government.

As we all know, Pengo Li is a group that has successfully transformed. When they appear in the mouth of the government or on the official website, they will always appear in various gestures of being commended.Whether it is a natural disaster or an economic strategy, as long as there is a voice in Italy that needs help, Vongola will inevitably respond. Therefore, now, it has become the pride of the Italians to join the Vengola Group.

The title of godfather, Tsunayoshi Sawada is indeed well-deserved.

He is not the godfather of the other world, but the godfather of the whole of Italy.

Sawada Tsunayoshi's funeral was organized by Hayato Kikuji.

This was not the first time, so even though the age of the prison temple had already increased, it could not be said that it was a lot of effort.

Following Sawada Tsunayoshi's wishes, the funeral was neither public nor deliberately concealed.Tsunayoshi Sawada's funeral was held in Japan, but in Italy, countless Italian residents in black dresses walked out of their homes.

The white lilies paved the flower road, and the Italian godfather lay in another country. The black coffin suppressed his soul, but the white lilies could embrace the godfather with the condolences and blessings of the people he sheltered.

Gokuji Hayato took care of all this with his own hands, refused the eleventh generation's request to accompany him as if nothing had happened, and returned alone to the house where Sawada Tsunayoshi died last.

He took out the black box from his room, and left the house before the night came.

The post office has not yet closed, but in this era of over-developed communications, few people use the service of sending letters.

Hayato went into it and found the table where the letter was sent.

"Do you need mail service?"

The staff with ponytails stood up immediately when they saw such an old man walking staggeringly, and whispered through the glass to guide the old man to send a letter.

But the prison temple didn't seem to need her help very much, the girl blinked quickly, trying to strike up a conversation with the old man.

"Do you send one, two, three, four, five, five letters at a time? That's a lot."

"Well, don't worry, we will definitely deliver the letter to the customer. This is the signboard of our post office, so it cannot be smashed."

"Huh? No need?

The girl looked at the white-haired old man suspiciously, and blinked in confusion.

Even if he became a grandfather, his temper towards outsiders was still indifferent. He handed the envelope he packed in his hand to the overly noisy staff, and the helpless persuasion of the leader seemed to be heard in his ears.

[...It's still a little girl, how about Hayato being gentle with girls? ]

So he exhaled and explained in a low voice.

"There's no need to put it all in their hands."

"Because some of them are dead."

After sending off the letter given to him by the leader, Hayabusa went home slowly.

There was one letter left in the black box, which belonged to him.

Hayato took out the letter, and the evening light shone on the envelope, making him familiar with the handwriting in his bones.

It says [To Hayato].

Grandpa Hayato lowered his eyes, his emerald green eyes were no longer sharp, chaotic and powerless, and the last edge was softened by the soft white envelope.

He didn't know what he thought of, and a trace of nostalgia and helplessness flashed in his eyes.

Skinny Knuckles opened the envelope, and the letter paper sprinkled with gold leaf was dragged out of the envelope by hand. It was the letter paper chosen by the leader on the stalls of his friends during a certain festival.

But I didn't expect to use it to write a suicide note to my friends.

Hayato Gokuji stood in front of the window, with a transparent glass bottle in his hand, filled with clear water and a small lavender flower, soft and weak, but when he brought it to the chief's room every few days, he was old but The leader whose heart is still like a child will show the soft smile of his youth.

[The flowers are blooming very well. ]

[Ah, Hayato really likes this flower... Don't worry, I won't snatch it from you. ]

Like this, the little purple flowers seem to inject vitality into the two old people at the same time, embellishing the pale old age.

There is no longer any delay.

Hayato Gokuji unfolded the neatly folded letter paper and looked down.

[Respect, dear prison temple Hayato-kun.

It's been hot for days, and the cicadas are singing again. How about you?

When you read this letter, I must have stepped into the dirt.I don't know how it tastes underground, but it must be very cool.

Regarding my death, please don't be sad-of course, even if I say so, you will definitely not obey.After all, if Hayato-kun leaves before I do, I'll probably be buried in my pillow and cry until dawn.However, even if you are sad, please don't be too sad. People are mortal, and we have already understood this matter since we were young. If there is a kingdom of heaven on the other side, then we can still meet in the kingdom of heaven; if the other side is another place The world, then maybe we still need to spend some effort to find each other.Of course, if it’s still in the underworld, I still have some friendship with the goddess of the underworld, Allie-chan. If the gods haven’t forgotten me, maybe I can explore it for Hayato-kun first.

Of course, if there is nothing, it is not a bad thing to just enter the eternal sleep.

Our friendship began when you and I were young, and it has almost been carried out throughout our entire lives.Whether as a friend or a subordinate, I feel very lucky to have you by my side.You are my well-deserved right-hand man,...

Finally, I think I need to emphasize again, please do not be defeated by 'sorrow', this is my last request to you as your leader and your friend.

Yours sincerely, Tsunayoshi Sawada. ]

The author has something to say: hee xd

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