"Boss's favorite food is burgers, and he prefers the buns on his burgers to be fresh out of the oven within an hour... and he likes beef..."
"The Tenth Generation still likes it..."
"Boss has to..."
"The Tenth Generation's favorite pattern is..."
A strange dispute broke out in this temporary Sawada family.
When Yamamoto Takeshi heard the voice, it was obvious that his old friend of ten years had had an encounter with the dark-haired visitor. Although his face was still cold, relying on his understanding of the other party, he was still able to detect his true emotions from his seemingly cold expression.
——Are you angry?
The black-haired Jian Hao shook his head. Although he didn't know what happened, due to the years of getting along and the tacit understanding between them, he stood by Jigoku Temple without hesitation.
"So you are here, Hell." He laughed and glanced at Nowan. "Is this guest someone you know?"
Unexpectedly, Jigokudera Hayato had a sullen face, but did not deny it.
"It's someone the Tenth Generation knows... He's the Tenth Generation's subordinate." He said gritting his teeth. From the childish argument he had just had with the guy opposite him, he was sure that the other party was very familiar with his dear Tenth Generation... Damn, was this the situation when the Tenth Generation was asleep?
Having already known something about the tenth generation's "death" and the fact that he seemed to have traveled to another world, and seemed to have done some other things, Hayato Jigokudera stared cautiously at the man who claimed to be the tenth generation's subordinate, led him into the house, and pounded the floor with a ferocious face.
It's a pity that he's not by the side of the Tenth Generation at this time! The Tenth Generation must have suffered a lot qwq
Novan, who was following behind him, also had the same indifferent expression on his face. His red eyes started scanning the moment he entered the house. His nostrils twitched slightly, and a restrained expression of joy appeared on his face.
This smell...although it may be partially covered by decoration, but there is no doubt that this smell is the smell of Boss!
Although he had been separated from his great master for many days, the wild dog, relying on the Boss's faith, accepted the Boss's return without any hesitation or doubt, and showed a relieved expression, which also suppressed the unhappiness he had just felt when he and the annoying guy in front of him had discussed the Boss's answer.
Boss……
If someone had the ability to read minds and could hear Novak's heartbeat at this moment, his brain would surely be flooded with the other person's mind full of "Boss".
It doesn't matter if he can't think now. Novan Dutch is like a stray dog that has found its owner's former home along the railway after years of wandering. He raises his neck and constantly absorbs the scent of his owner from the air.
sBoss!
A blush appeared on his face.
Walking behind him, Yamamoto Takeshi felt the change in the man:?
I don't really understand this kind of toxicity.
Because the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Yamamoto Takeshi laughed twice, trying to create a better atmosphere before his friend came back.
"Haha, I didn't expect that Gang made new friends again. He is worthy of being called the best. Haha."
The two people walking in front, each with their own thoughts, stopped in step.
"Not a friend."
This is a hell temple.
"I am just a hunting dog under the Boss." This is Novan.
The black-haired, red-eyed young man glanced at the silver-haired man in front of him, the fire of jealousy burning in his heart. After a pause, he spoke deliberately.
"It's just that he is the boss's favorite subordinate."
Humph, compared to a guy like Andrea who only causes trouble to the Boss, he is of course more favored by the Boss.
Jigokudera Hayato clenched his fists silently.
"Really?" The silver-haired, green-eyed young man said coldly, "The Tenth Generation is very busy, and raising dogs is usually done by me, the Tenth Generation's most trusted right-hand man."
Yamamoto Takeshi blinked: "Huh? Aren't I Tsuna's right-hand man?"
The two guys who were looking at each other with murderous intent (not really) turned their heads at the same time and spoke to the black-haired natural black.
"Shut up Yamamoto."
"Shut up."
After saying this in unison, the two young and promising men, who could be described as impressive if taken alone, faced each other again, and the air was immediately filled with sparks of fighting spirit.
Yamamoto Takeshi: …
Sorry, Gang, it seems you have to do this.
He felt a little guilty, but he let the two guys go without any burden, even though they seemed to get along well at least when it came to common topics.
The man hummed a song as he entered the kitchen, and with a mixture of happy worry, he began to think about what food to prepare for the returning cub.
Although he has the mental capacity of an adult, he is still a baby... Well, what should a baby eat?
…
When getting off the bus, Tsunayoshi Sawada subtly felt a chill.
He rubbed his arms and looked around in confusion.
"What's wrong?"
Hagiwara Kenji, who had one hand on the window, saw his movements and asked considerately, "Do you really not need me to take you home?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi blinked and shook his head.
"No need." He said gently, "I just want to keep walking for a while... and the police station has something asking you to go back as soon as possible, right? You go first."
Kenji Hagiwara felt relieved that his senior was so concerned about him just because he received a phone call in the car.
But what the other party said was not wrong. Although he didn't know what happened, he came to see him on his day off. Something must have happened, and it was from the explosion disposal team. Thinking of this, the young man felt depressed. So Hagiwara Kenji didn't hesitate and waved goodbye to the three people.
——Yes, three people.
Behind Sawada Tsunayoshi, there was a guy with long silver hair standing on his left and right.
Sawada Tsunayoshi had no idea how the two men got along behind his back. He only knew that wherever they went, many people would look behind him, and from time to time, words like "Are you brothers?" "So handsome!" "So scary...that's definitely a look of superhuman fierceness" would come to him, making him a little regretful for not letting Hagiwara take him back.
The only thing we can do is probably try to speed up our pace.
But as a cub, Tsunayoshi Sawada, who looks only two or three years old, can't walk fast at all.
On the contrary, he was too impatient and almost fell to the ground.
Then he was grabbed by one hand, and another hand grabbed his collar.
Sawada Tsunayoshi: …
The Godfather had a bad feeling in his heart.
Sure enough, the two silver-haired men who stretched out their hands almost at the same time when the cub was about to fall flat on its face looked at each other, and invisible sparks flashed in the air.
"Let's just take a taxi."
Mr. Godfather spoke quickly, trying to get the two men's attention.
However, the two hands that put him back to the ground withdrew in tacit understanding. Although the two silver-haired men answered him, they did not look like they were paying attention to Sawada Tsunayoshi.
"Take a taxi? Isn't it just a few steps away?"
"Or do you mean you're done for? You're so weak, Sawada Tsunayoshi."
Sawada Tsunayoshi: …
He felt he had been shot and reached out his hand tremblingly.
The two silver-haired men had already started arguing.
"Hey, what do you mean?!"
"What do you mean?"
"You actually said that we Vongola are weak, do you want to die?!"
"snort."
Save, save...
Sawada Tsunayoshi covered his face and tried to grab the trousers of the two men - please forgive him, at this height he could only grab the trousers.
"I, I feel a little hungry." He tried to pull the two people's pants together, "Let's go eat something. Here, the restaurant on the corner seems to be quite delicious!"
The two silver-haired men paused and looked towards the street corner that Sawada Tsunayoshi mentioned.
"E..."
"A dessert shop?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi was startled and quickly retracted his claws.
However, in the case of Big Devil x2, he couldn't seem to eat what he had just said.
So the cub blinked and smiled cutely.
"What's wrong with the dessert shop?" he said sweetly, and to the point, "I'm still a child, and I'm at the age where I like sweets."
For a moment, Squalo had an expression that looked like "Is this kid stupid?"
Gin frowned and picked up Sawada Tsunayoshi.
The cub, who was already familiar with his way of carrying him, jumped onto the man's shoulders with ease and drove the Kurosawa Array into the lovely dessert shop.
Squalo showed an expression that was difficult for the world to understand.
However, due to some difficult reason, Squalo had been to places stranger than this one before - he even broke into a fireworks venue and ordered food because the asshole boss said the side dishes there were delicious - so even though it was hard to understand, he still stepped forward and followed in.
After all, he is the only one with the little ghost at the moment.
Although in name they, Varian, have separated from the tenth generation of the Vongola family, they are still united when facing the outside world.
This is the philosophy that even that willful bastard boss adheres to.
So he sighed, and followed the kid obediently, holding his sword.
The group's combination was really strange, so they attracted a lot of attention when they first entered the pink dessert shop.
Except for the curly-haired young man sitting by the bed and eating.
He was wearing a cow-patterned suit and was stuffing cake into his mouth from time to time, but his expression showed that he was indifferent. However, the way he ate the cake was very childish, which made many girls look at him sideways.
This person is none other than Rambo Bovino, who sneaked into Japan while the family members were busy.
He roughly knew where his brother was and came to Japan whenever he had time. At this moment, he was lost in the search for his brother because he was hungry, so he planned to eat strategically before going to look for his brother.
At this moment, Rambo, who was thinking about how to find Gang without being discovered by others, did not realize that his target had already entered the dessert shop where he was. He just sighed and did not raise his head until he had replenished all his energy.
The young man yawned.
"Come to think of it, it seemed like they were quite noisy from the beginning."
He looked around but didn't find anything wrong. He thought it was because he was too excited.
"Voi——"
——Look, he even had auditory hallucinations of Squalo.
Wait, why Squalo?
Shouldn't Squalo be in Italy... No, even if it was just an auditory hallucination, it should be someone else in the Tenth Generation family, right?
Rambo was stunned for a moment, and in his peripheral vision, he caught a glimpse of the long silver hair.
He stood up with a bang.
Because it was next to the window, it climbed directly to the window.
That rebellious Silverhair, and the cub standing on Silverhair's shoulders - who else could it be but his brother and Squalo who have shrunken down!
Although I don't know why there is an extra silver-haired man, let's just treat him as Squalo's clone. Anyway, his brother, Squalo, and Squalo just walked past him...
"This guest?"
There is the voice of a shop assistant wearing a cute maid outfit.
"Hey, young man! You have good looks, don't you? Are you considering debuting as Japan's number one flower boy?"
There was a voice from a passerby coming from nowhere.
Rambo didn't bother to reply, he just said "I have something urgent" and quickly ran out of the store.
"A-Tsuna——!"
The boy in the cow pattern jacket stretched out his hand while running.
"Little brother——"
A few steps behind him, the passerby A also started running.
Rambo didn't have time to pay attention to him, he just ran away and continued to call him brother.
"Azusa——Scivalo——"
When Passerby A saw this, he also started calling him.
"Hey bro, are you really not going to consider it? I have a music video here that's missing a male lead."
For a moment, he fled and he chased, and neither of them could escape.
Rambo ignored him and started introducing himself.
"I'm Rambo - wait for me -"
Passerby A's eyes lit up.
"My dear, is your name Rambo? What a good name! It matches my horoscope."
After hearing this, Rambo was furious, because his friend came from the country that believed in fortune telling, so he was quite familiar with this aspect. He turned around and cursed while running.
"You and I are not compatible! I am with Yiping!"
When Passerby A saw that he finally paid attention to him, his eyes lit up and he was delighted.
"Sure, sure! Brother, are you willing to be my leading man? It will be quick!"
"ha?"
Rambo turned around and ran wildly, when he suddenly saw Passerby A's expression change. He walked up to him and pulled him back to this section of the road.
A truck passed almost by his nose.
A drop of cold sweat dripped down Rambo's forehead.
"That was dangerous..." he murmured.
The boy took a step back. The road ahead was already filled with cars that had turned green.
Countless vehicles blocked his vision, horns sounded intermittently, and on the other side of the road, he could no longer see the backs of A-Tsuna and the others.
Rambo sighed and turned around.
"Thank you, uncle." Under normal circumstances, the young master of the Povino family is still very polite, not to mention that he is facing his savior, and now he can't catch up with his brother, so he relaxed, "Uncle, what's the matter with you chasing me?"
The uncle, who was also frightened by him, held his shoulders breathlessly, but he had not forgotten his purpose.
"Mv... the male lead..."
Rambo looked embarrassed.
"Although I really want to agree to your request, uncle... but as you can see, I still have things to do."
The director raised his head breathlessly.
"You're looking for someone, right?" he said. "If you become my boss, I can project your face on the screens of all the major shopping malls in Popcorn today."
Rambo's eyes lit up.
As the saying goes, if the mountain doesn’t come to me, I will go to the mountain.
By the same token, if I don’t go to the mountain, I can also let the mountain come to me!
He couldn't catch up with Gang, but he could let Gang see him and then find him!
Rambo felt that a road he had never imagined was opening up for him.
He shook the director's hands and nodded solemnly.
"But..." After selling himself, the boy suddenly realized, "What MV is it?"
Although it was put on the advertising wall, it must not be some fake MV, but he still didn't know anything about it.
The uncle who had kidnapped the good seedling he liked smiled evilly, revealing his bright white teeth.
"Don't worry, it suits your temperament very well." He gave a thumbs up and said mysteriously to Rambo, "It's hula dancing!"
【Stopped.】
Next to the dessert shop, Andrea saw the little red dot belonging to Rambo stop, and he was delighted. He tore away the newspaper that was covering his face and walked towards the direction of the red dot.
Boss...Boss! !
…
On the other side, Kenji Hagiwara, who was called back in a hurry, just got off the car and received the news that the matter had been resolved.
The young man laughed angrily and sat back in his seat. After thinking for a moment, he drove on in this direction.
He came to the prison.
Former brewery member Vodka was serving his sentence here, and thanks to some small connections, Kenji Hagiwara was able to meet him even though he had no appointment.
He was going to ask Vodka about the original Johnnie Walker and Gin.
But Vodka was surprised when he heard that Johnny had returned and that his elder brother had forgiven the deceived and escaped opponent and continued to be affectionate with him.
After a while, tears suddenly streamed down his face.
Hagiwara Kenji: …
Hey, hey, you shouldn't be so moved, right?
The burly man wiped his tears, moved beyond words.
"You don't understand." He cried, knowing that after so long, he had finally waited for this day, and it would be worth it even if he died.
He&#…he has been with big brother for so long&#no be! No be! ! ! !
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