Tsunayoshi Sawada didn't want to recall how he had extricated himself from this strange situation.
Even though Vermouth had seen a lot of storms before, she was still a little surprised. Her beautiful eyes moved between several directions and finally turned into a teasing look.
"Young people have great physical strength," she patted the godfather's shoulder and smiled, "I won't disturb your...happy time?"
Before the Godfather could even open his mouth to explain, Vermouth walked away.
I wonder what weird things will appear on the organization’s forum (crossed out).
Tsunayoshi Sawada had no choice but to clean up the mess on the ground.
He pressed his brows, and seeing that the movements of the few people had gradually attracted the attention of others, he could only move aside to open the door, and looked at Bourbon and Scotland with his gentle brown eyes.
"Anyway, come in first and talk."
Behind him, Novans, who should have been angry after being in the same room with the hated knitted hat for such a long time, was not unhappy at all. Instead, she was happy because of something.
"A golden house hides a beauty... A golden house hides me, it sounds good, Boss, can you ask someone to build a golden house for me?"
He raised his head, his red eyes flashing.
Hearing the two bottles of whiskey that followed him in, Tsunayoshi Sawada covered his forehead helplessly.
"No, you can't."
Super-cold.
But the super cool boss is also very handsome.
Novan rarely made any noise and stood quietly aside, fascinated by the handsome figure of the Boss.
...I always feel that with him here, this misunderstanding today will never be solved.
But if Novan is allowed to leave now, not only will he be sad, but the Whiskeys will also think that the cover-up is greater than the truth... Help!
Fortunately, there was another person named Lei in the same room with Nowan.
Although Lei didn't get along well with the other two bottles of whiskey, the level of trust between them was still higher than that of Novant.
Then the black-haired young man clenched his fist, put it in front of his lips and coughed lightly.
"I came to ask the Boss about the next move." He said, not mentioning that Johnny had asked him to check the Fire of Life, and pretending that he had not heard about the deal between Johnny and Belmode. "But Belmode came just at the beginning, so I had to hide for a while."
Is that so?
Toru Amuro put his hands around his chest and looked at Lei with an expression that made him look like someone who was not easy to mess with.
Lei looked back innocently.
"Why, do you think it's wrong?"
So the tired Godfather also looked over.
Amuro Toru, who has already mastered the technique of changing his face, put on a fake smile.
"How could that be?" He was the first to express his loyalty. "Of course I believe in Boss."
When the leader secretly exhaled, the blond-haired, dark-skinned Whiskey continued, "And if you really want to keep a beautiful girl in a luxurious house, I'm obviously a better choice than this cold-faced guy."
He lowered his eyes and stared at his Boss intently.
"You mean it, Boss?"
Without turning around, Sawada Tsunayoshi could feel two pairs of eyes staring at him from behind.
Help! Surely he should be like Gin, picking only one useful subordinate? Gin must have discovered that when there are too many people, an unexplained Shura field will occur, so he chose a useful vodka.
Thinking about it this way, it was really unfair for him to take care of three people alone. And it would have been fine if it was just three people, but now there was also Novan.
Thinking this way, I always feel wronged.
The gaze that had fallen on his back quickly moved away, and as usual, Lei and Bourbon soon started arguing with each other with guns and sticks.
From time to time, there is also Novam, whose IQ seems to have dropped sharply in private. It is really a drama of three men, and the quarrels give him a headache.
Tsunayoshi Sawada automatically filtered the voices of the three guys into "woof woof woof" and "meow meow meow" and felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Scotland."QAQ
The young man with black hair and blue eyes looked at him with care, like an elder, which made the young man sniff and feel a little aggrieved.
However, before he could suppress the urge to rush into the arms of everyone's good mother Scotland, Scotland took action to suppress this dangerous idea.
"That's all right," the other said good-naturedly. "It's just an Italian custom, isn't it?"
...There is no such strange custom! How come you are like this too? QUQ!!
…
I don't know whether this strange misunderstanding has been solved or not.
Until a long time later, Sawada Tsunayoshi was unwilling to recall how he stammered to explain that day that there was actually nothing - help, why did he have to explain such a thing, couldn't these winery elites with sharp observation skills figure it out themselves?
--cannot.
Even after he spent countless words explaining, he was still faced with some subtleties that seemed normal to some people but were actually noticeable without any intuition.
But he is very tired today.
So after explaining it perfunctorily again, he packed up and kicked them out of his room without caring whether these guys believed it or not.
"I'm still in the growth stage and need to go to bed early," he said coldly, "Good night."
With a bang, the door of the room slammed in front of several people.
The few people who were left behind looked at each other, and even broke the hatred that had just arisen from the barking fist fight between them.
"Boss, is he... still in the growth stage?" Bourbon asked.
Lei was silent for a moment, recalling the physical data he had observed when following the other party and the information conveyed by Andrea, and chose to remain silent.
And Scotland seemed to have thought of something, and there was something lurking in his deep eyes.
Novan Dutch left his respected Boss and finally returned to his old coldness and arrogance. The Italian sovereign glanced at the bottles of whiskey and felt happy because he knew that he was the dog who had followed the Boss the longest... he meant, the follower.
"Who knows?" he said in fluent Japanese, turned around and hummed an Italian tune in a good mood.
The mood seems to be very good.
That night, except for Sawada Tsunayoshi and his subordinates, everyone on the ship was also worried and had difficulty sleeping.
The next day, the Flame of Life returned to land. The huge cruise ship left joyfully, but it brought back a truly gloomy sky. The guests said goodbye to their host and left.
Tsunayoshi Sawada returned to the safe house with three bottles of whiskey.
Before setting off, he grabbed a Novantine from the strange trunk. The Godfather, who had not yet recovered from last night's Oolong incident, sullenly carried the young man, who was taller than himself, back to the pile of subordinates brought by the other party and threw him back.
“Boss————————”
A Novan made a mournful sound behind him.
In fact, the Godfather, who was not as cold as he appeared, pressed his temples with a headache - he felt that he had done this action too often in the past two days... Was it an illusion?
He came to his senses and looked helplessly at Nowan, who looked like he would burst into tears at any moment. He felt like he was back to the time when he was with Rambo.
The young master of the Povino family was raised by his brothers. He was best at flying wildly on his brothers' bottom line. When he was young, he would show off his teeth and claws to get what he wanted. When he found that he couldn't get it, he would go to the omnipotent Tsuna with a crying face.
A Gang qwq——
And now, Novan, who didn't care about his image in front of his subordinates, also shouted with an aggrieved face: "Boss (qwq)——"
"Are you a three-year-old child?" The godfather couldn't help but complain, but he returned to the other person and straightened his clothes that were messed up because he carried him here, and straightened his crooked tie. When he seemed to be disgusted with the fact that the other person was taller than him, the big black-haired dog with a wronged face lowered his head obediently.
She made a sound of grievance in his ear.
"I don't want to be separated from the Boss." He lowered his eyes, his red pupils focused on the leader who was fixing his tie. The world was so big, but he could only see this one person.
Sawada Tsunayoshi could not accept this kind of coquetry. In the past, if Rambo had acted a little coquettishly like this, he would have surrendered even if he had joined forces with others to destroy half of the castle. Now that Novan softened his tone, he almost agreed.
But “No.”
The brown-haired young man took a step back to check whether his tie was straight, nodded with satisfaction, then raised his head. Seeing Novan's face full of grievance, he couldn't help but soften his heart.
"Okay." He tiptoed slightly and reached out to pat the other person's head. His black hair was as nice to touch as always. "Didn't Nowan come to Japan to meet an important partner? Don't be willful."
It's like coaxing a child.
However, it was this unskilled, child-like gesture that softened the aggrieved Novan.
He is like an elementary school student who leaves his mother for the first time to go to school alone. Before going out, he has to hold his mother's hand, kiss, hug and lift her up for a long time before he can take a step independently.
Bourbon, who was watching all this from a distance, stiffened his fists.
Further away, the blond superstar walked by, escorted by bodyguards, and bent over to get into a black luxury car.
Before driving, she glanced over here, thought for a moment, took out her cell phone, took a picture, and sent the picture to someone with a smile on her lips.
The screen showed the aggrieved Novan with his head lowered, allowing the leader to rub his head while also allowing him to put his head on the leader's shoulder for more physical contact.
At this time, the Godfather no longer had a stern face. He helplessly appeased his separation-phobic partner with a smile on his lips and a gentle look. When he turned his head slightly to say these things to Novak, the sunlight smudged a small part of his skin, making the edges of his face look like they were glowing.
This was the photo that Vodka accidentally saw on his eldest brother's phone.
Although he didn't know why the sender was Belmode, the man who was originally just looking at the message for his elder brother was stunned for a moment.
The original exclamation of "Johnny English is finally back" was stuck in his chest, and the man with sunglasses stared at the mobile phone, as if he wanted to stare a hole in his eldest brother's phone.
It was not convenient for Gin to look at his phone now, so he asked Vodka to look at him. Gin didn't hear what Vodka said, but turned his head and stared at him with gray-green eyes for a long time before Vodka stammered and said something.
"Brother, should we go pick up Johnny Lee?"
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