"Kid, you are so brave, you dare to be lazy during working hours!"
The bearded chef did not let Bucciarati off because of his young age. He raised his hand and gave Bucciarati a slap in the face.
Snap!
Bucciarati's face was visibly swollen.
But he didn't dare to say anything.
Because his current job as a helper in the kitchen was obtained by his fisherman father after all his efforts.
"Let me see you doing something meaningless again, or I'll break your legs!"
The chef snorted and turned towards the stove.
Bucciarati gritted his teeth, silently walked towards the pool full of sea fish, and continued to deal with the trivial work of removing scales.
Alas~
I don’t know if those three foreign fools have left.
If you dare to cause trouble in the name of the ‘Passionate’ organization at Blackwater Pier, isn’t this looking for death?
The children of the poor will become rich early.
Although he is only eight years old, Bucciarati has already understood a lot of truth.
One of them is that you must never provoke gangsters.
At the same time, the front door of the restaurant.
"Bang!"
The glass door was kicked open ruthlessly and shattered into spider web-like cracks.
Luka covered his left eye and led his men into the restaurant expressionlessly.
Scanning the crowd in the restaurant, he said in a gloomy tone: "I heard that someone here is using the name of our organization to defraud. Who is it? Come forward quickly and don't force me to do it."
The 'Passionate' organization has a notorious reputation. Even though it has only been established for a year, it has already established a firm foothold in Naples, where ordinary people dare not provoke it.
No one dared to talk to me.
Luka wiped the tears on his cheeks and was about to say something.
Suddenly, a hand was raised quite casually.
"Here, the person you are looking for is here."
Go ahead, you are really a fool!
Others in the restaurant were stunned.
Brother, have you never seen what a black hand is?
So brave!
Not only everyone in the restaurant, but also the people in the kitchen put down their work and came to the door to peek at the situation outside.
Bucciarati bit his lip, wiped his hands on his apron, and tiptoed outside, just in time to see Luca walking towards the three strangers.
He sighed silently.
If you do evil in heaven, you can still live.
If you do something wrong, you will not live!
Who told you not to run away?
"They are all new faces."
Pulling up a chair, Luca sat at Jon's table.
Scanning the three people, he crossed his legs and asked, "So, who is the person who has friendship with our 'enthusiasm' organization?"
Jon has an impression of this gangster leader who always sheds tears.
In the original world line, more than ten years later, he would become a small boss in charge of collecting protection fees for taxis at the exit of Naples Airport, and then he would be tricked to death by Giorno Giovanna as a substitute, and he would receive a box lunch angrily.
"I, I know your BOSS."
Jon smiled.
After a pause, he said meaningfully: "We are old acquaintances."
"Just you?"
Luka didn't believe it at all.
Snakes have their own paths, rats have their own paths.
How could someone like Jon, who looks like a rich young man, get involved with gangsters?
The gangster leader stared, "Be honest!"
"Hey, stop yelling here, it affects my ability to eat!"
Polnareff had a bad temper and slammed the table.
Although Abdel did not speak, he was ready to take action at any time.
Jon signaled the two of them to be calm and took the initiative to communicate: "I am really an acquaintance of your boss. If you don't believe it, just take me to see him. You will understand then."
Hearing what Jon said, Luca was a little unsure.
But then he thought about it and he reacted suddenly.
Damn, I was almost fooled!
If this kid is really acquainted with the BOSS, how can he be used as a little guy to lead the way? There is clearly a fraud involved!
"Brothers, do it!"
No matter who he is, let’s give him a good beating first.
Luca gave the order decisively.
But Jon is faster than him!
The figure swayed, and the shadow of the fist was like a violent storm.
Euler Euler Euler Euler!
A few unscrupulous gangsters didn't even realize what was happening, so they flew out one by one, rolled their eyes and lost consciousness.
A drop of cold sweat ran down Luka's forehead.
"You..."
"I didn't want to make a big deal out of it."
Jon shook his head regretfully.
You said you're a bad villain, why do you have so many brains when you have nothing to do?
The plot was discovered, I’m very embarrassed, okay?
"Hey, Abdel, is it my imagination? Why do I feel that Jon is stronger than when he was in Egypt!"
While Jon was negotiating with Luca, Polnareff asked in a low voice.
Abdel spread his hands like a little bear, "You ask me, who am I asking?"
"Anyway... take us to your superior. Don't worry, as long as you obey, I won't take action against you."
As if he didn't hear the 'whispering discussion' between his two teammates, Jon smiled and spoke.
"Dream...dream...I will not betray the organization!"
Luka replied tremblingly.
"Do you think I'm discussing with you?"
Jon clenched his fists.
Amidst the sound of clicking, Luka was silent for a long time, and finally chose to compromise.
Jon nodded with satisfaction.
"That's right."
As soon as he finished speaking, Polnareff started to talk nonsense again: "Hey, Abdel, why do you feel that we don't look like good people?"
Hearing this, Abdel put on a serious face and said, "We are who we are, we don't need to look like each other."
I am flattering and teasing, do you think you guys are here to talk about cross talk?
Three black lines appeared on Jon's head.
With all his attention on Luke, he didn't notice that there was a pair of eyes flashing like little stars at the door of the kitchen.
So handsome.
He is so handsome that he has no friends!
Those are the people from the ‘Enthusiasm’ organization, and they cleaned it up right away!
Although he is young and mature, Bucciarati still retains a child's heart.
In his impression, gangsters are the boss of the dock.
The words of gang members are even more effective than those of police officers wearing big hats.
But now, the arrogant mafia was directly defeated by one person.
This kind of visual impact is no less than seeing Ultraman beating up little monsters with your own eyes!
Jon's figure magnified infinitely in Bucciarati's heart, and he suddenly became majestic.
Dazzled.
Bucciarati didn't know what happened to him. He was like a demon. Before his brain could react, his body ran out without permission.
Like a drowning person who has been trapped in the deep sea for a long time and suddenly emerges from the sea.
"Hmm? My little friend, what can I do for you?"
Seeing Bucciarati running over, Jon smiled kindly.
"I...I want to know your name."
After coming back to his senses, Bucciarati lost his usual poise and buried his head very low.
"Jon."
Jon ruffled Bucciarati's hair, "My name is Jon Joestar, what's yours?"
Jon Joestar.
Bucciarati repeated the name silently in his mind.