One Piece: The World King Who Emerged from the White Town

Because the Camorra is a family-run mafia, and all the power is held by members of the Camorra family, he had never heard of a godfather named Abel in the Camorra family, let alone one who was so damn young!

Bucciarati seriously doubted that the mysterious man in front of him was even older than himself.

So, The Godfather?

Do not make jokes.

If other Mafia members found out that Camorra had a godfather who was not even 20 years old, it would probably spread throughout Italy that very day, making him the laughing stock of all the gangs!

Abel, seeing that they did not believe him, did not explain, after all, at this time, he was indeed not yet one.

But after tonight, things might change.

"Remember to read the newspaper tomorrow, and don't forget our bet; you lost."

"I'll give you three days to sort everything out and come find me, or you'll face the consequences."

Having just finished his steak, Abel elegantly wiped his mouth with a napkin, then got up and left.

He had already decided to target Camorra, who was ranked second, first.

The reason for asking about the second one is, of course, because the biggest gang here is [Passion], where Bucciarati and his group are located!

It's not the right time to take action against them yet.

Bucciarati's expression shifted between light and shadow as he listened to Abel's last words.

Clearly, the other party wouldn't let him off so easily.

Just as he was feeling troubled, the conversation between Mista and the others suddenly caught his attention.

"Huh? What's this? It hurts..."

Nalanjia suddenly pulled a thin, long ice spike from the back of his hand, feeling somewhat bewildered.

The weather outside was scorching hot, so where did the ice come from? And how did it get stuck in his hand?

Narancia was completely baffled, and then he noticed that Fugo also had an identical ice spike stuck in his neck.

"Fugo! Fugo! Look! You have one on your neck too!"

Fugo paused for a moment, then reached out and touched it—and there it was!

Mista and Abbacchio then found the same ice spikes in different parts of their bodies.

"Bucciarati, quickly check if you have this on you?"

Bucciarati's expression tightened, and he quickly checked himself, finding an ice spike stuck in the heart-shaped area of ​​skin on his chest.

He then hurriedly went to the spot where Abel had been sitting and looked at the table.

On the plate, an Arabic numeral 3 had been formed by ice!

This was clearly a reminder that he only had three days.

At this moment, everyone realized that this was definitely not a coincidence, but a warning!

Because they had already confirmed that it was just an ordinary ice spike, without any toxins.

But what's terrifying is that none of them knew when they were infected!

This time it was just a small ice spike, but what about next time?

Could it be a long needle contaminated with a deadly poison?

Or perhaps a sharp knife, to slit their throats and pierce their hearts?

Everyone's expression turned sour.

This warning hung over their heads like the Sword of Damocles.

This sent a chill down the spines of the men who were just about to make their move!

Thankfully, I didn't take action because there were so many people around; otherwise, the consequences might have been unmanageable.

"No one should tell anyone what happened today."

After a moment of silence, Bucciarati immediately gave instructions.

Hearing this, everyone nodded in unison.

Although it's unclear what Bucciarati plans to do, they will certainly keep their mouths shut and not cause any trouble.

But when they went to pay the bill, they learned another lesson!

"Why does it cost so much money?"

Looking at the long bill, the group looked somewhat displeased.

While they don't bully ordinary people or dine and dash like other gang members, it doesn't mean they enjoy being ripped off.

But the restaurant manager's explanation left them speechless.

"That's right, the guest who just sat here said he would put it on your tab."

"..."

Bucciarati's face darkened considerably. "Even a pot of black tea and a steak wouldn't cost this much, would they?"

"Well, one serving is indeed unnecessary, but that customer initially ordered one hundred steaks and one hundred pizzas for delivery." (The most expensive kind)

The restaurant manager said, also with a difficult expression.

Hey!

At that moment, Bucciarati and the others simultaneously cursed their hometown swear words in their hearts!

This is absolutely shameless!

It's one thing to eat and drink for free, but to actually have the nerve to take the leftovers home?

And a hundred steaks and a hundred pizzas? Aren't you afraid of overeating?!

Do they really think their money grows on trees?

"Bill, please!"

Bucciarati practically gritted his teeth as he uttered those two words, while mentally cursing Abel at least a hundred times over.

As they left the restaurant, the restaurant manager was still smiling apologetically, probably secretly overjoyed.

Narancia said, quite annoyed, "Why do we have to pay that guy's bill?"

"Stop talking, just consider it money spent to buy peace of mind."

Bucciarati wasn't unaware that he could refuse to give the money, but firstly, he wasn't that kind of person, and secondly, he wanted to see what the other party was really up to.

At least he paid for the meal, so he'll have something to talk about next time they meet.

So it's just a matter of one party being willing to give and the other being willing to receive.

Of course, I'm still very unhappy.

Bucciarati subconsciously touched his now-empty wallet, then left alone with a blank expression.

"Bucciarati, isn't your home over there?"

"I won't go home yet; I'll find a place to earn some extra money."

"Uh, okay."

Mista and the others looked at each other in bewilderment, and then went home.

……

The following day, Giorno Giovanna was still driving his car, looking for a sucker near the airport.

But for some reason, he seemed absent-minded today.

He was unusually vigilant whenever he occasionally looked around.

It was as if he was scaring himself.

"This can't go on at all. Fine, I'll just take a day off for myself."

Giorno muttered something to himself, then kicked away the pebble at his feet and got back into the driver's seat.

But just as he was about to leave, the back door of the car was suddenly opened.

Someone got on the bus.

"Excuse me, sir, I've already finished work," Giorno said instinctively.

"They're closing up work so soon after sunrise, are they in such a rush to become a gangster superstar?"

Giorno froze for a moment, then saw the person approaching through the rearview mirror.

"It's you?!"

"I told you, I'll be back to find you soon."

Abel, sitting in the back seat of the car, now looked completely different from yesterday.

He has completely changed his civilian clothes into classic suits, and even white suits that are difficult for ordinary people to pull off!

With this outfit, Abel exudes an increasingly powerful aura.

Chapter 669 Borrowing a Light

Do you know where Camorra's headquarters are located?

"Know……"

Giorno answered instinctively.

As a local who has lived here since childhood, Giorno naturally knows the name and location of Camorra.

"Let's go then. Don't worry, I'll pay for your fare."

Abel's words seemed to have some kind of magic, prompting Giorno to actually start the car and head towards the Camorra's base.

Neither of them spoke a word the rest of the way, remaining completely silent.

until……