Abilities named Huabei

Bucciarati is a good guy.

At least from the time I met Bucciarati himself until now, the deepest impression this man left on me is this sentence.The reason I say this is also because.....I have never seen a gangster so popular on the streets in my life.

"Oh, it's Mr. Bugarati! Are you here to patrol the streets today?"

"Buggarati, in addition to new products in our dessert shop, do you want to try it?"

"Buggarati worked hard today!"

Seeing Bucgarati raising his hands and smiling as if he was used to it all the way, I would start to wonder if I went to the wrong set for a while.

——But looking at their expressions, it doesn't look like they are pretending, but they really respect Bugarati.Whether it's an old man mending shoes on the street, a young flower girl in a flower shop, or an uncle in charge of a restaurant, when they meet Bucciarati, they will all show the brightest smiles and say hello to Bucciarati. call.Some people even walked up to greet me directly, and the little girl in the flower shop said hello to me by the way and gave me a bouquet of beautiful margaritas.

After finally dealing with those people, Bugarati took me back to the original restaurant. I was silent for a long time, and I put the bouquet of margaritas on the table, but I still didn't ask anything.

In fact, in my impression, gangsters are not considered bad people. After all, this kind of organization in a gray area should not be divided into good and bad. It is wrong to look at people with prejudice.For example, like the Corleone family, they have always hated drugs, at least in this matter, they are [good] existence.

Although [Enthusiasm] itself may have done many things wrong, it cannot be said that all of Enthusiasm's internal staff are bad people.

"Yo, Bucciarati."

Just as I was thinking like this, a huge purple moving object suddenly approached gradually, and the folded shadow enveloped me, followed by a man's deep and oppressive voice,

I raised my head cautiously, aiming to swell the chest muscles of the whole world, the chest is so big that it can hold hundreds of rivers... No, why is there a man with such strange clothes here! !

Looking at the tall Italian man with silver hair, purple lips, open-chested trench coat and strange poses, I almost threw the margarita in my hand to his face.

"Ah, Apache, you're here." Bugarati looked at the purple man, pushed me forward with his hand, and patted me on the shoulder.

"This is a newcomer recommended to me by my predecessors. I have already taken him around for a while just now."

I don't know why, although this is only the first meeting, but I have an inexplicable feeling that the person in front of me hates me.

"Hmph, is it just a stinky brat?"

After leaving such a sentence, the man turned around and left. I silently looked at the back of the other person, and began to think about whether there was anything wrong with what I did just now...

No, I haven't even had time to introduce myself! !So is he simply dissatisfied with the newcomers? !

"Oh!! This is a newcomer!! I didn't expect to be a child!"

A man wearing a strange cropped plaid sweater who was eating a strawberry cake raised his head and looked towards me curiously, with a slightly surprised expression on his face, and sitting next to him reading a book was a man in a strange green The blond man in the hole suit, and the location of the hole is very subtle... Is he wearing a thong?

Why are you gangsters in Naples so unique?Pengo Lie is not as coquettish as you! !

"This is Merlin Ambrisius, 18 years old this year, and he will be our companion from now on."

I don’t know if it’s my illusion, but when Bugarati said the word [18 years old], everyone’s faces showed incredible expressions,

"You said he was 18 years old?? Impossible? I started to think this guy was only 12 years old."

"It doesn't look like he's 18 at all...Buggarati, did you make a mistake? Or did this guy deliberately lie about his age?"

I clenched my hands tightly, still resisting the desire to complain.Anyway, I still have to hang around here in the future. It would be terrible if I offended a certain senior and was crazily put on small shoes. What I fear most is that kind of situation——

Oh, no wonder.

"Yes, I am indeed only less than 1.7 meters tall, there is no way to do it." I said lightly, glanced at the person in front of me coldly,

"But I didn't lie about my age. It's meaningless to cheat, right?"

Then, I bowed ninety degrees to the rest of the group and said:

"Then, seniors, please give me more advice in the future."

——Necessary resistance is also necessary. A person who backs down will only be bullied even worse. Proper resistance can also prevent similar situations from happening. I don’t want to be crowned with the title of [good-tempered newcomer] at all ah.Besides, Bugarati is still next to me, even if they want to join forces to mess with me, it still depends on Bugarati's face.

"Buggarati, I have your call, come and answer it." The restaurant owner's voice came from outside the door.

"Okay, I'll come right away." Bugarati replied, and said to the other members:

"You guys get along well first, don't bully the newcomers!!"

......etc! !Bugarati, don't go! !Don't leave me alone in this group of terrible yangko hey! !

I subconsciously wanted to reach out and grab the other person's hand, but reason made me withdraw it calmly. When I looked at the people in front of me again, I could clearly see the ridicule and smile in their eyes.

...... I don't know why, but I suddenly have an ominous premonition.

"Don't stand there anymore, since you are one of us, you don't have to be so nervous."

It was the purple man who opened his mouth to break the calm first, holding a teapot in his hand, with a seemingly kind smile on his face.There is an inexplicable sense of horror.

"Yes, you are welcome, sit down and drink tea!"

"That's right! Come drink tea, don't be nervous."

"Hahahahahaha..."

Based on my years of experience and the faint smiles on these people's faces, I think these guys must have no good intentions.But since the other party has asked this question, I would be cowardly if I didn't step forward.

"Thank you senior."

I sat on the table and looked down slightly. After watching the weird orange-yellow liquid poured into the cup by the teapot and a certain faint smell in the air, something seemed to "pop" in my brain broken.

! ! ! !These guys actually use this method! !I advise you to be kind! ! !

"Come on, drink this cup of tea, we are a family." Apache brought the tea in front of me thoughtfully, and the others did not stop them, they were all full of interest and wanted to watch the show look.

"It's not good for Apache to bully newcomers like this... Anyway, it's the person who explained it..."

"Tch, it's because I came in through the back door, so I'm upset! And I really want to see how the newcomer will react!!"

Seeing the excited faces of the people in front of me, I stared at the cup of [tea] in front of me, curled my fingers slightly, and then let out a long sigh.

"Huh? Why? Don't you want to drink the tea poured by your predecessors?" Apache asked.

"Senior Apache, I think your physical condition is not very good."

I put my hands together slightly, sat up straight, and said in an unusually serious tone:

"If you didn't guess the wrong flower, you may not drink much water recently, and you may be a little angry, and your liver may not be very good. I suggest you eat more vegetables and fruits. If you need flowers, I have some honeysuckle here for cooking. The tea is also excellent."

"Compared to treating the newcomer's flowers, why don't you care about your own body, senior purple."

As soon as my voice fell, there was a strange silence around me for a few seconds, and after a while, everyone except Apache burst out laughing.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

"Pfft, does he even know medicine... This guy is really good!"

"Hahahaha Apache, you have to pay attention to your body hahahahaha!!!!"

"To shut up!"

Apaki's face turned blue, and he looked like he might splash the pot of tea on my face at any moment.While maintaining an awkward yet polite smile, I was always ready to avoid him when he poured tea - I'm also a bit of a clean freak, and I didn't want that thing to splash on me at all.

"What are you arguing about?! This is a public place, don't make any noise!" The dean, no, it was Bugarati who came out, but compared to when he left, his face seemed a little more serious,

"Something happened a little bit, you and I go over—"

"What happened? Bugarati?" The purple man was the first to stand up, probably because he was more concerned about his leader, or because he wanted to leave this embarrassing place quickly.

"Someone had an accident on this street. The mother of the person involved called me and asked me to solve it."

"What happened? Did he die? Was someone assassinated?" The man in the ripped tie also stood up, with a slightly serious expression on his face.

"Ah." Bugarati nodded and said seriously.

"Let's go, the specific situation will not be known until the past, Merlin, you go together too!"

"Okay." I nodded and followed.

While catching up, I was also a little surprised in my heart - generally speaking, the first reaction when encountering such a thing should be to call the police.

But that mother called Buccarati immediately...how much did she trust him?

The author has something to say: Huabeibei: The boss said that studying medicine cannot save flower growers, so I went to be Yangko! (bushi)

As usual, newcomers serve apa tea!Let's cheers to the man in purple! ! !

PS: Margherita is a famous chrysanthemum in Italy, with white petals and yellow stamens, very small and beautiful! !