Chapter 122

Sicily and Naples are both famous cities in Italy, but their existence is very different.

The Vongola was originally established as a vigilante group to protect the residents. It has now been passed down to the tenth generation of the family. It is well-established and is second to none in the underworld. It has established a peace-loving alliance with other families in the southern part of the world.

On the other side of the coast, the "Passionate" organization (PASSIONE), founded only 20 years ago, has risen rapidly and almost controlled half of the political power in Italy - the reason is their unscrupulous crime and violence.

Greedy people are never satisfied. After monopolizing Naples, Zeqing ambitiously set his sights on Sicily, led by Vongole, and secretly introduced drug trafficking into the island.

The fights, both large and small, lasted for several months, with both sides suffering losses, and finally ended with the defeat of enthusiasm and the joint warning.

As long as people have desires, they cannot stop the evil of darkness. The rapid expansion of enthusiasm perfectly proves this point. Even Vongola cannot eliminate it.

Logically speaking, after that brutal fight, the two families were at loggerheads, so why would Reqing suddenly send an invitation to Vongola, and specifically to him?

If you really think about it, Kono Seiryoshi should be on the passionate boss's assassination list.

However, since another interested organization is involved, he does not have to worry about this matter himself.

He asked the doctor for medicine in advance. As soon as he got on the plane, he could not help but doze off. He woke up when the plane landed. It was already evening when he returned to Namimori.

Kono Seiyoshi first went to visit Sawada Nana. Nana's mother was very surprised to see him. She not only cleaned up the room for him, but also cooked a large table of food. Kono Seiyoshi, who had not yet adjusted to the jet lag, ate so much that he couldn't sleep.

The place he lived in before was sold, and he had not yet been to the house allocated by Fengji Group. In the house, there was nothing but white walls and air. He would only stay for two or three days this time to make preparations, finalize the decoration plan, buy furniture, and then pick some souvenirs for his colleagues and friends in Italy.

He woke up a little late the next day. When Gongye Shengliang walked out of the bedroom, hiding his yawns, a burst of hearty laughter came from the living room.

When Nana Sawada saw him, she smiled even brighter: "Good morning, Seiryo-chan, I saved your favorite fried eggs for breakfast."

On the other side of the sofa, the black-haired man who had just been chatting happily with Nana's mother also smiled at him and greeted him generously, "Hey, long time no see."

Kono Seira thanked Nana first, then looked at the tall man in casual clothes with a little surprise: "Long time no see, is Mr. Yamamoto also on vacation today?"

Vongola Rain Guardian Yamamoto Takeshi is also known as a "natural killer" among many mafia members. The man with black hair and brown eyes has a scar on his right jaw. He has a strong aura due to his sword training, but he always has a hearty smile and acts as a peacemaker in the family.

Yamamoto Takeshi laughed twice, "Haha, I guess so. Aren't you going out?"

Kono Seira nodded, "That's what I was planning..."

The man said in a relaxed tone: "Then let's go together."

Perhaps his attitude was too natural. Even after breakfast, when they were walking side by side on the streets of Tokyo's shopping district, Kono Seira still didn't understand why Amemori was accompanying him shopping.

"Oh! This one is so cute. It looks like Jiro."

——And she enthusiastically showed him the plush Akita dog pendant she had just bought.

Yamamoto Takeshi was eager to try it out. If it wasn't on the street, he might have really taken out his box weapon to compete.

Kono Seira's thoughts were interrupted. He moved closer to observe for a few seconds and nodded in agreement: "It is true that they look alike, but Jiro is cuter." Jiro is not only furry, but also wags his tail and licks the back of his hand enthusiastically.

Never mind, since we are here, we might as well take a good look around before leaving.

When they passed the side door of the mall, a delivery man happened to come in pushing a cart piled high with cardboard boxes as tall as a person. The two of them moved to the inside and stood aside to avoid him.

Suddenly, someone shouted angrily, "Get out of the way!", and the cart was suddenly knocked to the ground by a huge force. Kono Seira felt a heavy weight on his shoulders, and Yamamoto Takeshi protected him behind him.

A pile of cardboard boxes narrowly missed him and fell to the ground, breaking into pieces.

Gongye Shengliang didn't care about anything else and just watched the motorcycle that knocked over the cart going away with black smoke.

Another urgent shout came from behind: "That man is a robber! Stop him quickly!"

Yamamoto Takeshi's eyes suddenly dimmed and he picked up the cargo boxes scattered on the ground.

Others only felt a gust of wind blowing across their faces, and when they looked up, they saw the cardboard box hitting the motorcycle directly, which had already gone more than a hundred meters away.

However, in the blink of an eye, a shocking dent was smashed into the car body, and accompanied by a painful wail, the perpetrator and his car were thrown onto the road.

"That won't do. It's dangerous to race on the street." Yu Shou's smile was still bright, but his eyes darkened a little. He turned around and returned to normal. "Are you not hurt?"

Kono Seiryoshi shook his head, "I'm fine."

He picked up the cardboard box that had rolled to his feet and handed it to the dumbfounded deliveryman, breathing a sigh of relief as he glanced at the labels and notes on it.

Fortunately, there was only toothpaste in the box, so this was just a legitimate defense.

It seemed that the delivery man was not the only one watching the whole process. Across the cart, Kono Seiryoshi noticed a little boy staring at them with his eyes wide open.

The boy was wearing a pair of black-framed glasses and holding a football in his arms. It seemed that he was the one who shouted "That man is a robber" just now.

Wait, was he seeing things? Why was the football leaking air at a steady rate?

There were two panting kids behind him, but now they didn't care about catching their breath anymore and shouted happily with shining eyes: "It seems like they are shooting three-pointers!"

"Conan Conan, did you see that? It flew over in a flash!"

"And he scored three points throughout the game. Big brother is so awesome!"

Yamamoto Takeshi heard the children's praise and laughed, "Haha, my hands are stronger."

"Big brother, are you a basketball player?"

When Seira Kono saw the little boy called "Conan" by his friends, he showed an expression that seemed like he wanted to complain but didn't dare to.

Children are especially adorable when they have this kind of expression that only adults have, and he couldn't help but look at them a few more times.

Conan put away the crazy balloon and said, "Rather than calling him a basketball player, I think it would be more reasonable to call him a baseball player."

"Oh?" Yamamoto Takera squatted down with interest, "Why do you say that?"

The boy said as a matter of course, "Because you have bruises above your palm, below your fingers, and at the base of your thumb. Those are marks of people who hold a bat for a long time. And your right forearm is slightly thicker than your left, so you must be a pitcher."

At this point, he seemed to notice something again, and his brows furrowed slightly. "But there is a thin scar between the thumb and index finger of my left hand. It is a knife wound that only sword practitioners get when they put away their swords."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a hint of surprise in the look in Gongye Shengliang's eyes when he looked at him.

What kind of environment would a child be brought up in that would allow him to have such a high level of observation ability?

Conan touched his head and smiled adorably, "Haha, I saw it on TV."

"You guessed right." Yamamoto Takeshi stood up with his knees propped up and said with a smile, "I practice both baseball and kendo."

"That's amazing." Kono Seira took the initiative to take over the conversation and stared at him expectantly, "Anything else?"

He encouraged Conan to continue with his eyes, like taking the food from him or something like that.

The boy who had just been talking nonstop about Yamamoto Takeshi was suddenly stunned. He hesitated for a long time, and when he was about to sweat, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Ah, the police car is here! I'll go over there and take a look. Goodbye, two brothers!"

He ran away like a gust of wind, and his two little friends reacted and hurriedly followed him.

Kono Seiryoshi: “…”

——Isn’t this the same as if he is disliked by this child!!!

He heard an uncontrollable laugh and looked over with a sad look.

"Sorry, sorry." Yamamoto Takeshi coughed twice to stop laughing, and asked seriously, "Do you want to go over and see what's going on?"

Gongye Shengliang sighed, resigned to the fact that he was not liked by children, stood up and shook his head, "Let's go back."

Although their current identities are legal employees of a legal company, it is always troublesome to have anything to do with the police.

the other side.

"Why are you here again, Conan?"

The policewoman with short hair put her hands on her hips and lectured him, "Really? Fortunately, the box contains toothpaste. What if it contained explosives?"

A drop of sweat rolled down Conan Edogawa's forehead, and he weakly explained: "Actually, I didn't throw it..."

However, in view of his many outstanding achievements, the female police officer refused to listen to his explanation.

Conan Edogawa stepped on the sword that did not belong to him and looked at the other police officer on the scene for help, but unfortunately the latter was concentrating on studying the dent on the motorcycle and did not receive his gaze at all.

Just as he was hanging his head in despair, the black-haired police officer in sunglasses picked up the fragments and put them into the evidence bag, and suddenly said, "It's not this kid."

The policewoman was stunned: "Huh?"

Conan was like seeing a savior, and quickly explained: "This time it really wasn't me, it was someone passing by - um, the two big brothers helped me."

Matsuda Jinpei nodded and added in a flat voice: "The kind-hearted citizen who threw the cardboard box at a speed of 200 kilometers per hour."

Policewoman: “…”

Matsuda Jinpei turned his gaze to Conan: "Where are the two people you mentioned?"

"At that intersection..." Conan was about to point it out to him, but he saw that there was no one there where the cart had overturned. He said awkwardly, "He must have left. After all, he is a kind-hearted citizen who does good deeds without leaving a name, haha."

Matsuda Jinpei narrowed his eyes slightly behind his sunglasses, stared at the empty direction for a long time, and then looked away.

Tokyo has been in turmoil lately, and as a police officer in the First Investigation Division, he has the most direct experience.

I don’t know if those two people will show up again.

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yokohama.

The interpreter complained as he trotted to catch up with his boss in front of him and asked cautiously, "Um, Lord Zhongyuan, do you really not need me to accompany you this time?"

The corners of the officer's clothes suddenly bent in an arc in the wind, and the sidelong glance between the black soft-brimmed hat and ochre hair contained obvious anger.

The interpreter began to tremble even more violently.

He also didn't know why the Central Plains cadre was in a good mood in the morning, but became like this after coming out of the leader's office. He was just an innocent worker who followed the arrangements for a business trip!

As if he had realized the same thing, Nakahara Chuuya paused, his anger subsided a little, and he reluctantly said, "You don't have to follow me."

"But the destination is Italy..."

"I know. Don't make me repeat myself a second time."

The interpreter who was forced to stay where he was had no choice but to shut up and watch the officers board the plane without looking back.