Sparks flickered, and the flames in memory spread in an instant.

The suffocating heat and thick smoke enveloped the place, and even breathing became a torture. Burnt western-style beams fell down, leaving red and black scorch marks. In front of him was a corpse with a blurred face but a pulled mouth as if laughing. The dry hands representing death firmly grabbed his ankles, blocking his steps to escape.

The cold sweat on his forehead and back was burned by the high temperature before it could gather. The flames burned his heart and lungs, and every piece of skin was horribly blistered and charred the moment it came into contact with the flames.

He heard the sound of molten iron dripping onto the ground, heard the swords fighting in the flames, and heard the whispered, hopeless voice that suppressed the pain...

'The flames burned everything I had.'

The boy with silver-white hair like moonlight slowly closed his eyes in the firelight. He did not dare to look at the blade tightly held in his right hand, as if it would turn into molten iron at this moment due to the high temperature.

The thick black smoke from the fire spread towards the sky, and the darkness became the best cover. It was not until the fire could no longer be covered that everything was exposed to the eyes of ordinary people.

>>>>>

Half a month ago.

"Bucciarati, there's something I think you should know." Fugo said this as soon as he opened the door, without even seeing the state of the room. He held a stack of documents in his hands, frowned slightly, and looked more serious than usual.

But after realizing that Bucciarati was not the only one in the private room and seeing a familiar figure, his voice got stuck in his throat and he looked a little puzzled.

"Fugo, you're here." The young man called Bucciarati happened to have his back to him. After hearing the noise, he turned around and said, "I was just about to introduce our new guy to you..."

Bucciarati hadn't finished his words yet. After noticing Fugo's expression and the atmosphere at the moment, a flash of realization flashed across his face. He nodded, "So that's how it is."

"No, Bucciarati, listen to my explanation! I just got annoyed by him and casually mentioned some requirements about joining the gang. I wanted him to give up, so I didn't tell him about Bolbo!"

Fugo felt a slight pain in his head. He trembled as he pointed the documents in his hand at the boy standing beside him with a simple smile on his face. His voice trembled a little as he said, "Besides, how could Bolbo allow a fool like you to join!"

The boy who was smiling suddenly became unconvinced, "Huh? Don't think that just because you helped me I won't let you call me stupid!"

He pointed his finger at the ceiling and shouted, "Come out! AeroSmith!"

Fu Ge slightly widened his eyes: "What?!"

A toy-like remote-controlled airplane suddenly appeared in the sky above them, and the boy's temperament changed in an instant. He was no longer so casual, but had a layer of determination - and an emotion of wanting to show off in front of others because he had special abilities.

The black-haired boy folded his hands and snorted, "What do you think? Are you scared? If you apologize to me now, Fugo, for the sake of your partner——"

"So that's how it is. Did you also get a substitute through Bolbo?" Fugo interrupted the other party and regained his composure in an instant. He pinched his chin and said, "Yes, according to your IQ, it is impossible for you to pass Bolbo's test."

The young man widened his eyes slightly, looking at his two future companions in confusion, who showed no signs of surprise at all. Aerosmith also stopped awkwardly in mid-air.

At this moment, the waiter came in with the meal that Bucciarati had ordered earlier. He seemed to have completely ignored the "toy plane" in the air - in fact, he didn't see it at all. Then he placed three plates of pasta on the table, nodded slightly to Bucciarati, and left the room with a smile.

"It's pasta. It just so happens that I haven't had breakfast yet." Fugo put down the documents in his hand, sat at the dining table, and picked up the knife and fork.

The black-haired boy's eyes widened. Aerosmith disappeared without a trace. He rushed to Fugo and said, "Don't ignore me! Fugo, you bastard!"

Fugo asked back with a calm expression, "Who are you? I don't know you."

"Damn it! My name is Narancia! Na.rancia!" Afraid that Fuge would not remember it, Narancia repeated it several times.

Seeing his two companions about to fight, Bugara spoke up to stop the next development, "Okay, Fugo, what did you want to tell me just now?"

"..." Fugo glanced at Narancia, who hadn't understood yet, and didn't speak directly. But Buccellati understood what he meant, nodded slightly, and said: "Narancia is already our partner, there is no need to avoid him."

Since Bucciarati had said so, Fugo naturally did not refute it. He handed the information in his hand to Bucciarati and went straight to the point, "Bucciarati, do you remember the person who sold drugs to children that we just solved?"

"I did some research and found that it was not an isolated accident, but a small organized group." Fugo pulled out a sheet from the file, "As expected, all of this is related to this man named Gaylo."

He frowned slightly. "But when I investigated more deeply, I found that Gaillo had some connection with our organization [Passion] and seemed to be an informant for the drug unit. I don't know if this was an order from above or his personal behavior."

"Not only that, although there is no evidence yet, he seems to have some connection with other organizations..."

Narancia was sitting at one side of the round table, his eyes almost turning into a whirlpool at that moment. Although he could understand what Fugo said separately, when they were put together, it became as complicated and profound as a math problem.

Narancia, whose full name is Narancia Kilga, was betrayed by his supposed partner at the age of fourteen and was put into a juvenile detention center. After his release, he was isolated because his eye disease was inherited from his deceased mother.

By chance, Narancia was found by Fugo while looking for food in a garbage dump and was brought to Bucciarati. Not only did he have a delicious meal of pasta delivered to him by Bucciarati himself, but he was also taken to the hospital by Bucciarati to treat his eyes.

Although Bucciarati was a gangster, Narancia was not afraid at all and even wanted to work for him. However, his family was still there, so he was not truly homeless, and there was no reason for him to become a gangster. Bucciarati not only refused, but also scolded Narancia severely.

But even so, Narancia still wanted to stay with Bucciarati. He pestered Fugo for a long time and finally got some requirements from him to join the gang. Later, he found out about Bolbo, the "cadre" of the organization, from some lower-level gangsters.

As long as he passed the test of Bolbo, he would have the opportunity to become Bucciarati's partner! With this idea in mind, he spent half a year and now he can finally stand in front of Bucciarati.

The result of the trial also brought great changes to his life and understanding of the world.

--substitute.

A Stand is a kind of ability formed by the condensation of spiritual energy. There are many kinds of Stands, and the person who has a Stand is called a Stand User. Naranja was originally just an ordinary person. He was stabbed by an arrow in order to pass the test of Bolbo... Naranja couldn't explain more, but the result was that he inexplicably had a Stand.

Narancia originally thought that he was the only one who was special, and wanted to show off his new ability to Fugo, but seeing their reactions... Narancia suddenly came to his senses and shouted, "Ah! Could it be that you also have this ability?"

"That's it." Fugo finished talking about the results of his investigation, looked at Bucciarati who was lost in thought, took a deep breath, and asked Narancia, "...are you realizing this now?"

"Since you have joined our team, I will tell you directly that this ability is called a stand-in. Ordinary people cannot see it. Don't expose your ability casually in the future."

Fugo explained kindly, "It was alright before, but the mafia is not a game. Once the enemy knows your Stand's abilities, it will be easy for them to target you. If you die accidentally, you deserve it. I won't collect your body for you."

"You are going too far, Fugo!" Naranja said with a puffy face, "I will not die so easily!"

Narancia had not forgotten that it was Fugo who brought him to Bucciarati and it was Fugo who first reached out to him, so instead of being angry, he was more curious, "So Fugo, what is your ability? Can you let me see it?"

Bucciarati concentrated on the information in his hand, completely ignoring the noise in his ears. His fingertips crossed an address on it, and the color of his azure eyes deepened slightly. As a gangster, he couldn't stop the emergence of drugs, but at least he would not let this abominable thing destroy the children who had a future and could not make their own decisions.

But when he spent half a month to confirm all the information and catch the opponent's tail...

Bucciarati looked up at the villa surrounded by flames and narrowed his eyes slightly. After determining that this clue was useless, he was about to leave when he heard a slight movement coming from the ruins of the flames.

Bucciarati almost thought he had heard it wrong. He widened his eyes, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, but his hands stretched out without hesitation and drew a zipper between the flames and the ruins of the building.

The zipper can open up space for everything, which is exactly Bucciarati's stand ability.

The zipper exposed a young boy, a child who looked thin and fragile. The flames surrounded him, and he was crushed by the burning beams. His beautiful silver hair was also burned. The boy closed his eyes tightly, but in his hand he firmly grasped a scarred gun.

Bucciarati frowned, stretched out his hand, and led the boy away from the sea of ​​fire.

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