After bidding farewell to Miyano Shiho, who seemed aloof but was actually very approachable, Sawada Tsunayoshi became idle.

Although Gin said that if there was really nothing else, he could assign some tasks to Sawada Tsunayoshi, the mafia leader, who was essentially a law-abiding citizen, still refused the offer.

"Spare me." The brown-haired young man slumped down on the sofa. "I finally got a break, don't let me go to work."

Vodka, who had never seen anyone speak of a mess so matter-of-factly, fell silent.

He looked at his eldest brother. Sure enough, if someone else had said this, his eldest brother's Beretta would have been on the other person's forehead. But if it was Johnny who got the bonus...

The young man with long silver hair stared at the guy lying on the sofa, sneered and left.

Vodka was left with a complicated mood and a subtle expression.

He just knew it.

Vodka thought that he had doubts when his elder brother brought Johnny back from the mission, but later Johnny went to Italy and their contact became less and less. But now looking back, there must be some unknown relationship between the two, right?

As the number one younger brother under his big brother, even though Vodka knew what to say and what not to say, he still had countless ants crawling in his heart about the relationship between Johnny Winger and his big brother.

Knowing that there was a rat around Johnny, the eldest brother quickly left the informant who was still thinking of continuing to extract information and rushed to the hotel where the other party was staying overnight.

I was originally planning to rush into the other person's room without any hesitation, but before I even got into the elevator, I received a text message from Johnny.

The other party seemed to have installed surveillance cameras downstairs and promptly detected their presence. The big brother, who had originally pressed the elevator button for the other party's floor, paused and changed the button to the top floor.

Although Vodka, who was standing at the back at the time, said nothing, he had a lot of complaints in his heart.

In the end, it was just a sentence.

——Johnny Earnhardt, awesome.

Back here, Sawada Tsunayoshi finally sent the winery duo away and occupied the safe house alone.

Unlike the two who were on missions in the United States, he was actually a special case.

The young man slowly found his cell phone, both of which were ringing wildly. He turned them on for a long time and spewed out countless text messages.

Was worried.

The Godfather, who had come up with his own plan, felt a little uneasy, like a primary school student who was caught skipping class by the teacher.

"Ding-a-ling-a-ling~"

——While I was thinking this, the phone rang.

The Godfather, who had curled up into a ball, was almost frightened to jump up.

Thinking of the violent storm or the crying of a big man that he might face, Tsunayoshi Sawada didn't want to answer the phone.

But it doesn't work.

He pouted childishly, stretched out his paw to pick up the phone and saw the incoming call.

It was not any number I was familiar with, but a string of unfamiliar numbers, like a telephone booth on the street.

He hesitated for a moment, thought for a moment, and finally pressed the answer button.

"Hello?"

There was no sound from the other side.

This is a very strange thing. As a guy with a special profession, Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but feel a little wary.

Yet his instincts told him that everything was alright.

It's okay.

And listening to the sound of the breathing, it seems to be a familiar frequency.

So he waited patiently for a while, waiting for the other party's answer.

"Um, are you okay?"

As if hurt by these words, the person on the other end not only did not answer, but hung up the phone without saying a word.

How strange.

Before he could quickly call back the phone booth, another more private call rang.

The Godfather had no choice but to give up this matter. When he saw the name on his phone, he began to feel a subtle headache and guilt.

That's why he didn't think of contacting this place immediately yesterday.

"Hello……"

"Hey, BOSS! It looks like you're safe!" the guy opposite shouted enthusiastically.

However, knowing the other person's character well, Tsuneyoshi became even more troubled.

"Listen to me, Novan..."

"Hmm? I'm listening, Boss. Do you have any instructions? Do you want to smash that little bastard Andrea to pieces?" The guy called "Novan" was extremely excited. He imagined countless ways of death for Andrea, the guy codenamed Martinez, like pouring beans. He was so happy that his face turned red.

"Ah no..." Sawada Tsunayoshi covered his forehead weakly, "I mean, calm down, okay?"

This seemed to be a signal that calmed the chattering guy down.

The Godfather relaxed a little and let out a breath.

The guy opposite waited for a while, but didn't hear his voice, and became a little impatient again.

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground kept coming from the opposite side. Hearing the young man who became "calm" because of his words pacing across the street, Sawada Tsunayoshi felt helpless.

But he still didn't make any sound, waiting for the impatient guy opposite to calm down. He could almost imagine that the other party finally squatted down obediently.

"Good boy."

He curled his lips and praised.

Novak's breathing became rapid again, but he still remembered Tsangji's instructions, so after taking a few deep breaths, he finally spoke.

"Really not possible?" The same old question was raised again.

Sawada Tsunayoshi felt somewhat helpless.

"Martinez... Andrea is already dead, we can't let her die again."

The man with long black hair gritted his teeth in hatred.

"but……"

When the Godfather heard the voice, he knew that this guy still didn't believe it. He thought about it, remembered what Vodka had hinted at yesterday, and made up an excuse.

"And what about crushing bones and spreading ashes? Well, I have already done such a thing."

"As expected of the Boss!" Novane happily acted as a supporting actor.

Compared to Vodka who still has wild thoughts, Novan obviously listens to Gangji more and doesn't make random guesses.

He is the child that Tsongji took in when he uprooted the human experiment industry chain in the inner world during the past three years. His full name is Novantacinque, which sounds strange, but is actually a direct derivative of the experimental subject number Novantacinque (95).

Compared to Martinez who follows him, Novan's personality and abilities are more suitable for helping Tsunehiko manage his industries in Italy. Therefore, he did not join the Black Organization like the former, but is considered Tsunehiko's personal force.

This is actually one of the points that Johnny is criticized for in the organization.

After all, no matter which code name member, their power is almost always divided within the organization. Only Johnny is different. The man who opened up the Italian market also has his own power in Italy, independent of the organization. And relying on his achievements in Italy, he has become a figure who is on par with Rum, the second-in-command of the organization.

While gaining the respect of the organization's members, the Rum faction often attacked Johnny for his desire to establish himself as king.

Sawada Tsunayoshi casually twirled his pen, thought about it casually, and after hearing what was said beside him, he felt that it was more important to appease the guy here first.

"You don't need to come here in person." He said to Novak who asked for his address and said he was going to rush over, "I'm in the United States now, here with Gin. It's safe. You don't need to worry."

"But!" The voice coming over the phone was a little distorted, "Even that guy is not a good person, and if the boss doesn't have guards around him, I will be unable to sleep or eat."

Oh no, that's not the case.

Sawada Tsunayoshi thought vaguely.

He had anticipated how long the call would last, and just then another phone received a text message from Vodka asking him to buy some condiments, so he grabbed a pair of headphones, put on his hood, and went out while chatting with Novak.

"Hmm? Is the Boss going out?"

"Yeah, I was just about to go out and buy some seasonings...Vodka said we're having a barbecue tonight."

"Barbecue... Damn it, I want to grill meat for Boss myself, too. Wait for me, I'll be right there!"

"No, Novan, just stay in Italy. How about we have a barbecue tonight? We can eat together if we round it up."

Novak from the Birth Laboratory actually looks about the same age as Tsunayoshi Sawada, but because he was captured as a child for human experiments, his psychological age is actually much younger than his appearance suggests.

However, this is not a difficult task for Tsuneyoshi, who has mastered profound soothing skills. It just takes some time.

Of course, some concessions may be needed.

Faced with the unusually aggressive (?) Nowan, Sawada Tsunayoshi could not help but take a few steps back and promised him to find at least three or five guards in the organization to ensure his safety.

"No, three or five is too weird anyway." The Godfather, who bought the seasoning and looked at the beef, complained, "And it feels terrible."

"Whoever dares to make you feel scared, just kill him." Novan, who doesn't think like a normal person, said as a matter of course, "If you kill him, change him, there will always be someone you like."

No, he thought it was unnecessary.

However, most of the time, Nowan still listened to Tsuneji, so after some bargaining, the other party still accepted that his boss would only select a small number of guards.

"Then the boss needs to find a guy who looks like me." The young man squatting on the ground muttered, "At least he needs to have black hair... He can't be like Andrea, he needs to have long hair like me."

"No Italians either. I need to clean up here."

Sawada Tsunayoshi picked out things while absentmindedly nodding and saying "okay", and finally waited for the other party to finish his willful request.

Because they are family, he is very patient with both Novan and Andrea.

Finally, before the call was about to end, the black-haired young man made a final request with a red face.

…

“The power is out.”

In Italy, Novan Dachi stared at his black cell phone, feeling unhappy.

He dusted himself off and stood up from the ground - this was the most energy-saving posture for him. Only after he stood up did he realize that his legs and feet were a little stiff.

The young man in the classic black mafia suit shook his hands and feet, took out a cigarette from his trouser bag, and a younger brother came up to light it for him.

"Boss, the guy who's in prison..."

Novan Dutch slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and glanced into the interrogation room with a half-smile.

Inside was his former good "brother" Martinez. Although he didn't know why the boss let this guy go, he still caught him and waited for the boss's decision.

But now it seems that it is no longer necessary.

He snorted and shook out the cigarette.

"Let him go." said the young man.

The younger brother's eyes widened, but he still followed the boss's orders.

Novan stood at the door of the interrogation room, squatting down as he watched Martinez fall to the ground like a dead dog after all the instruments were released.

He stared at Martinez gloomily for a long while, until the other's sparkling green eyes, which had been praised by the leader, were staring at him, and then he looked away.

"Get lost."

The young man left after saying this and returned to his house. He anxiously found the charger and waited for his phone to turn on.

He found his own headphones, which had excellent sound quality and price and could perfectly reproduce the sound of electronic products. He clicked into the recording with a bit of piety.

After a while, his face flushed and he let out a sigh of satisfaction.

…

On the other hand, Sawada Tsunayoshi, who had just bought his things and was about to return to the safe house, was in a daze.

He wandered around the supermarket twice before he felt a little better. He carried his things into the car, and just started to reverse when he heard a sound of something being hit.

Oh no, oh no!

The law-abiding mafia leader was startled. He opened the car door and got out to check on the other party, but unexpectedly he saw a figure with long black hair.

Although he knew that now was not the time to think about this, the appearance of the black-haired figure reminded Tsunayoshi of his recent conversation with Novak.

Although I know that Novan has always been a little strange, but...

[“I have one last request, Boss.”

"Please scold me harshly, I will use your words as a wake-up call to motivate myself every day... This is my lifelong request, please!"]

——How could someone make such a request... Is he a pervert!