Chapter 123

After solving the problem of Shibuzawa Ryuhiko, the peaceful daily life in Yokohama did not last long - the underground casino on Raymond Street, one of the most important industrial chains under the Port Mafia, was smashed.

The port mafia ordered the casino to be armed more heavily, but a few days later, the Yokohama Museum of Art and warehouse under their noses were attacked again.

There was nothing unusual in the surveillance, but the display cabinet was broken out of thin air, as if an invisible hand had torn the precious collections inside into pieces.

At first they thought it was a supernatural being with the ability to turn invisible, but neither the supernatural spy department's supervision list nor the intelligence they paid a large sum of money to find such a person had been listed.

When the third incident of this kind occurred, the investigation team discovered a pattern from the surveillance - at the scene of the three Transparent Person incidents, there were one or two Western faces.

With the video, it was much easier to deal with. In the middle of the fourth incident, the foreigner who tried to cause trouble was captured by the port mafia guerrilla force without explanation. Although he was attacked by unknown forces many times during the battle, Akutagawa's ability to devour everything was better.

At this point, there was actually no need for gravity to appear - until the interrogation team delivered the intelligence pried from the prisoners to the leader's office.

A photo, a sentence "get rid of it as soon as possible", an ambiguous positioning, and another organization behind it.

Mori Ouwai handed him the photo, his eyes cold and almost ruthless: "How is it, is it true?"

The outline of the bulging veins on the back of the hand can be seen through the gloves. The owner of the hand is trying his best to endure, but his movements are incredibly gentle when taking the photo, as if the photo paper will be shattered into ash in his palm if he uses just the slightest force.

It seemed to be raining when the photo was taken, so the image quality is very blurry. The person in the photo is holding an umbrella, with only half of his shadowy profile visible.

Nakahara Chuuya recognized that the architectural style behind it was not Yokohama.

When was that? What happened after the photo was taken? Did the person behind this want to kill him do anything else to him?

The strength in his tightly-stretched hands suddenly weakened, and he said in a hoarse voice, "...It's true."

"Then let's go take a look." Mori Ouwai smiled warmly, folded his hands, "I heard there's an interesting item for sale."

It is indeed interesting, a piece of paper that is said to realize what is written on it, but this is not the focus of Nakahara Chuuya's trip.

After getting off the plane and plugging in the headset, his already bad face darkened again, "Why do I have to work with you guys again? I'm almost vomiting with disgust just hearing your voice."

"Yeah, why..." the person on the other end of the headset repeated in a low voice, followed by an abrupt chuckle, "Same here, I'm also trying hard not to get goosebumps."

"I'm telling you in advance that you won't hear a word about the contents of the auction."

"Well, that kind of thing doesn't matter anyway, right?"

Nakahara Chuuya was too lazy to care about him, so he turned off his headset and went to the hotel where he was staying.

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This banquet organized by the Mafia was nominally a "charity dinner."

The dinner was held in the most luxurious hotel in Naples. It was said that many guests came from far away, and the hotel made proper arrangements for their accommodation.

At the entrance of the hotel, waiters holding red silk trays politely "safeguard valuables" for guests, and weapons such as guns and daggers will be taken away.

The guests present were very cooperative. There was nothing they could do if they didn't cooperate. After all, many people present didn't need weapons to kill people.

The six-hour dinner was divided into two halves. The first half was mostly for greetings and socializing, while the charity auction began in the second half.

Gongye Shengliang was standing alone on the second-floor terrace, holding a glass of red wine. The view was good here, and since he had arrived early, there weren't many people there.

In the courtyard garden downstairs, two or three people gathered around a blond young man, all of whom were trying to talk to him in an enthusiastic manner.

The young man was wearing a low-key black suit. Only those with a discerning eye could tell from the emerald brooch on his chest that he was a man of high status. He had a faint smile on his handsome, Italian face, and it was hard to tell whether he was in a good or bad mood. When he turned around, he happened to meet the eyes of Kono Seira.

The blond young man, who was steady and mysterious just now, suddenly had a bright look in his eyes, and when no one was paying attention, he blinked hard at him.

Gongye Shengliang raised his wine glass and smiled back at him.

He came here at a private invitation, but he certainly wouldn't show up unprepared in the enemy's base alone. The Vongola couldn't show up at the banquet openly, but other allied families could, such as Dino, who was also invited to the banquet.

After greeting Dino, he just sat down when he heard a deliberately serious voice: "Are you the one from Vongola?"

Gongye Shengliang frowned, but when he turned around, he had changed his eyebrows into a perfect expression of doubt and business smile: "Excuse me, who are you...?"

The man in front of me was wearing a knitted hat and seemed to be not used to the rigid suit and the atmosphere of the banquet. He looked a little awkward when he raised his elbows.

Kono Seiryoshi looked at the stripes on his hat and suddenly remembered where he had seen it before. "Strawberry cake."

"What the hell is a strawberry cake?" The young man was shocked in a second, "My name is Mista, Guydo Mista!"

It seemed that he had heard the same name in the dessert shop at that time, but he had a deeper impression of the four pieces of strawberry cake.

"Well, Mr. Mista," he asked as he walked down the steps, "what can I do for you?"

The young man looked away for a moment, "Well, it's like this, my boss wants to chat with you."

Kouno Seiryo's smile faded a little, but Mista didn't notice the difference. He waited for a long time but got no answer. Just when he was getting nervous, the person in front of him suddenly smiled at him with a smile on his face.

"Privately inviting members of a hostile organization, Passione is truly worthy of its name."

Her silver-grey hair shone in the light of the crystal lamp, and when she smiled, she dispelled the cold and distant feeling, and she was so vivid and beautiful that I couldn't take my eyes off her.

If the content of the words wasn't so scary, Mista might have appreciated it a little more.

He was completely shocked now - Hey, hey! He never said he was a passionate person! How could he respond to this?

I told you long ago that Fugo would be the one to do this kind of deceiving work!!

Seeing the other person's unhappy expression, Gongye Shengliang nodded slightly, said "Excuse me", and planned to walk around him.

"You are right."

A strange voice came from behind Mista, with a hint of helplessness and a smile, "I'll do it myself, Mista."

Mista slipped off the terrace as if pardoned.

Gongye Shengliang was slightly stunned.

There were only two people left here, and the blond boy opposite greeted him politely:

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Kimino. I'm Giorno Giovanna. You can call me Giorno."

This person looked unexpectedly young, probably only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a handsome mixed-race appearance, his blond hair was braided into a small braid, and his bangs were styled in a very unique way.

The first time he saw Giorno, Gongye Sheng's conscience let out an inappropriate sigh - the inner world was getting more and more complicated.

There were 18-year-old cadres before, and now there are underage bosses?

He nodded and used the same honorific: "Hello, Mr. Giorno."

Strangely enough, there was no hostility towards Giorno, but instead a kind of kindness and friendliness that puzzled him - this did not seem like a good quality that a passionate boss should have.

This feeling of doubt did not last long, and was answered the next moment.

The blond boy lowered his voice and said, "Bucciarati, let me say hello to you."

"If his injury hadn't healed yet, he would have come over to thank you in person."

Kono Seira widened his eyes slightly, and the look he gave Giorno suddenly changed.

The Buccellati mentioned in the conversation was a young man he met by chance when he was investigating drug incidents on the streets of Sicily a year ago. At that time, Buccellati was beating someone, and later he found out that he was beating a drug dealer who sold drugs to minors.

At that time he could vaguely guess that the other party was also a mafia member, but Bucciarati was different from other mafia members in Naples. He was calm, had a strong sense of justice, and hated drugs.

After confirming that Bucciarati was trustworthy, Seiyoshi Kono, who had collected a lot of information about the Zeal Organization, gave him a few friendly reminders.

He had an accident not long after this incident, and hadn't heard from Bucciarati for a long time. Judging from Giorno's tone, Bucciarati should be fine.

No wonder Zeqing abnormally stopped the drug trade in Naples a few days ago. It turned out that the boss had changed.

"You're so polite. It's just a small favor." His eyes flickered and his smile widened a little. "Then please tell Mr. Bucciarati to rest assured and recover. I wish him a speedy recovery."

After a few polite greetings, Giorno said frankly that in addition to thanking him, he also hoped to take this opportunity to represent the passion and reconcile with the Vongola.

This is of course a good thing, as Vongola has always advocated peace. However, reconciliation between two large organizations cannot be accomplished with just a few words, and Kono Seira only replied that he would report to the Tenth Generation when he returned.

Giorno was friendly and considerate, and very considerately asked him if he wanted to go for a walk around the neighborhood.

The young blond boss made an inviting gesture with great grace: "Please believe that the night view of Naples is not inferior to that of Sicily."

Inspection is also a very important step, and Gongye Shengliang did not refuse.

When he went downstairs, he met Dino, who was shocked and even a little aggrieved when he saw Giorno walking side by side with him. Even after they left the courtyard garden, Dino repeatedly reminded him to be more cautious.

Before Kono Seiryoshi could say anything, Giorno beside him nodded seriously: "Don't worry, I will keep him safe."

If his subordinates hadn't stopped him in time, Dino would have almost fallen flat on his face.

"But is it really okay? The protagonist sneaks out like this."

Walking on the hotel's seaside boardwalk, Gongye Shengliang asked.

"It's okay." Giorno smiled slightly, with a hint of cunning in his eyes that suited his age. "There's still an hour before the auction, and I want to relax for a while in this way."

Kono Seiryoshi laughed.

He was about to say something else when his eyes suddenly flashed and the sound of waves hitting the beach suddenly faded away.

But in an instant, he was in a dark alley, while Giorno and the trestle bridge were a hundred meters away.

Gongye Shengliang was startled, and the ring on his left hand was slightly hot, "Qiao——"

"That guy can't get here in time."

A sinister smile approached from behind, and a dagger flashing with cold light hung in front of his neck.

Because of his posture, he couldn't see the appearance of the person behind him, but he could vaguely judge from the shadow on the ground that the person was very tall and strong.

"This is my Stand." The voice continued arrogantly, "I'm sorry, someone wants to buy your life, so you have no choice but to die." Although he said sorry, the content of his voice was full of malice.

Gongye Shengliang lowered his eyes and looked at the dagger that was so close to him.

The heat from the ring became more noticeable, and he touched it soothingly.

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"Lord Zhongyuan, the auction is about to begin."

"knew."

He spent a day investigating Naples from head to toe, but apart from the rumors about the passionate boss's recent change in temperament, there was almost no valuable intelligence, not to mention the photo he cared about the most.

Seeing that it was almost time to enter the second half of the dinner, Zhongyuan Zhong didn't want to waste any more time.

He turned and walked towards the hotel, his gaze suddenly paused when he saw a certain place, and then his eyes narrowed slightly.

Across the alley, he saw a street kidnapping.

The perpetrator was so large that the captured figure looked so thin that it would break if bent. In the moonlight, the cold light of a knife gleamed.

This is not the Yokohama of the port mafia. Using force on the territory of other mafia will be regarded as provocation.

Although he knew very well that the best thing to do was to ignore this scene and turn around and leave, Nakahara Chuuya still clicked his tongue in annoyance.

What a coincidence, he is in a bad mood today.

The dark red light of gravity lit up in the darkness. He just took a step forward, but saw that the big guy seemed to suddenly lose consciousness and fell to the ground like an iron weight.

...Tsk, has it been solved?

Nakahara Chuuya frowned, paid no more attention, lowered the brim of his hat, turned around and walked towards the hotel.