[Comprehensive] I'm thinking about quitting the club every day

I still don't know what kind of substitute will appear after being poked by an arrow that day.

But all I could see before was Ace rolling himself into a ball and disappearing, and now I can see his double.

"Maybe it's a very autonomous stand-in, sir, don't worry too much." Ace said.

Is the autonomy strong enough to strike independently?

In this regard, this double did what I wanted to do the most.

No, Ace, I'm not in a hurry, in fact it doesn't matter if I'm there or not.

I stared at the report paper in my hand, with a sad face, "This month's list of garden plants is not to my liking..."

"I'll go and get rid of that useless gardener right away." Ace's expression suddenly became ferocious.

"...No, just tell him to plant more primroses for me." I stopped Ace's villainous behavior with a blank face.

Evening primrose can invigorate qi and nourish the kidneys, but the evening primrose on the market is not as good as the one I grow myself, so I plan to grow some in Pengo Lie’s garden to make tea.

Vanilla Ace turned and walked out the door thoughtfully. Thank God he finally learned how to walk through the door normally——then, a day later, I found that all the plants in Vengley's garden had been bulldozed, and all the flower beds All planted with primroses.

Ace didn't even spare the [-]-year-old laurel tree.

What else can I do?Of course I chose to forgive him.

The squad under xanxus captured a group of guys who smuggled milk powder on Pengo Li's territory - after the enthusiastic boss died, the organization quickly collapsed, because there were a considerable number of stand-in messengers, and some of them were attached to Bo Erpo was reintegrated into Pengelie's troops.There are also some people who choose to continue to work alone on Pengelie's territory.

I don't really support them doing it alone.

People with special abilities are easy to be arrogant. In addition, most of these people have criminal records, which makes it easier for the crime rate to rise. The way they choose to accumulate funds is also more inclined to profiteering.

But I didn't expect them to be so talented, and they started smuggling milk powder.

How the hell did xanxus think of detaining them, the kid is a little genius.

——However, it turns out that I overestimated this silly brother. He was just accidentally provoked by these people, and then detained everyone.

This group of people was later recruited into the solo team. They were just punks in the Naples territory, and they came to join the small organization because they had nothing to offer.

Fortunately, there is no stand-in messenger, otherwise it will cause unwarranted casualties.

That's why I said that I don't support them doing it alone.

I propped my face while watching the menu sent by the kitchen for the envoy who will come to discuss the return of the "hostage" in a week, while I sat on the sofa and listened to the guy who was handcuffed yelling "Vongola's whore" /Zi forced us to sell milk powder and won’t let us go” or something like that.

Young man, why is your temper so violent?

"I suspect that the milk powder you sell is substandard." I answered him seriously.

He choked and continued to yell.

For example, what do you say, "Peng Gelie's stinky bitch owed 100 million for eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and ran away with her little milk dog. We have no choice but to sell milk powder. The original price of [-] lire is [-] yuan for all milk powder. Yuan" and the like.

The sense of rhythm is out.

Hey, I also want to have a little milk dog to run with.

But not only do I not have a puppy, my substitute is still on strike indefinitely.

"Hey——" I sighed a long time, "You said you were selling milk powder—do you think our people's police would believe your nonsense?"

"Oh, no, let's start again." I remembered that I was not a people's policeman, and coughed, "Do you think we Peng Gelie will believe your nonsense?"

There was a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Anyway, it's just milk powder. If you eat too much, you'll be flatulent at most, right?" I showed a sympathetic smile, took a can of milk powder and opened it, "Come here, feed this young man some milk powder."

The guy's face turned pale all of a sudden.

Two burly men in suits and leather shoes and sunglasses walked out from one side of me to the left and the other on the right, and they slammed milk powder into his mouth with bows left and right.

About 5 minutes later, I looked at the little gangster who was foaming at the mouth, twitching, and his face was purple, and sighed, "Why don't you always believe it, and insist on spreading your wings in the abyss where you are looking for death."

Milk powder mixed with white/powder is also thanks to these little wastes.

It is for this reason that when xanxus detained them before, I thought this little fool was enlightened, but when I found out that it was a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse, I was so sad.

Why is this silly brother still not enlightened? Even going to Balian for the elderly will become a problem if this continues.

Forget it, since he is only 11 years old this year, give him another chance.

"Let the inspection team pay attention, I don't want to have a next time."

"Yes, boss."

All the black suits stood up straight and answered me neatly.

I dragged my exhausted body out of the interrogation room, returned to my room and fell headlong on the bed, after thinking about it, I got up again and took out a bottle of iced Coke from the freezer next to the bed and opened it.

Although the people from the Port Mafia said they would arrive in a week, if I guessed correctly, they must have prepared two lines, light and dark, taking into account the fact that I would hide Ango Sakaguchi.

So there should be at least two people.

The "messenger" who came to negotiate with me on the surface, and the "messenger" who came to Italy secretly to wait for an opportunity to rescue Ango Sakaguchi... let's call it the assassin.

The messenger may arrive a week later, but the "assassin" may arrive a month earlier, or even half a year or a year earlier.

I put the Coke aside and considered whether to call the high-ranking officials in Yokohama and ask them to put pressure on the Supernatural Secret Service, and then lend me the handy Ango-san for two or three years or something.

I took out the information from under the pillow, and just as I was about to continue drinking Coke, I found that a red hand grabbed the can of Coke before I did.

I turned my head expressionlessly, looking at the humanoid object staring at me, she looked at me, I looked at her, and then I just watched her quickly stuffed my Coke upside down, and disappeared on the spot without a trace gone.

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This guy, maybe, maybe, maybe... is my substitute?

"Damn! Get out of here!"

The red doll who drank the coke did not come out, and even decided to play dead like a salted fish.

This thing is my substitute?

What's the use of her? !

Steal a Coke? !Going on strike and stealing Coke, are you a salted fish?

She won't come out, what can I do?Of course he chose to forgive her.

And a week later, when I looked at the messenger from the port mafia, I suddenly felt that my 1.6m[-] was nothing, at least I was growing, and there was still hope.

Look at this poor little guy, he was so tall two years ago when I was 16.

Two years later, I died, and he is still this tall.

"Yo. It's you, the little rascal who peeked at girls' skirts."

A crossroads popped up on Nakahara Chuya's forehead.

Garbage Mori Ogai, you don't want to be persecuted by me, so you send someone else to be persecuted by me, right?

What a dirty adult from the inside out.

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Tips for reading this chapter

Evening Primrose: Nourishing Qi and kidney, four petals.

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Small theater of this chapter

Ogai Mori: Chuya, the so-called boss, stands at the top of the organization and is also a slave of the organization.There are many things that must be done.

Zhong Ye:? ? ?

Ogai Mori: ...Go ahead, I believe in you, I wish you success in the negotiation with Boss Vongola.

Chuya: Yes, boss.

Mr. Ogai's inner os: But dealing with Vongola's boss is not something that can be described as a slave. It is abuse. Even a slave must have human rights.So, come on, Chuya-kun.

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I originally wanted to save the manuscript, but was caught and took the little seal for a day, and suddenly realized that what kind of manuscript to save, there is no manuscript at all, it is better to be more. 【Ha ha ha ha ha ha (crazy)】