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

“Gustavus Abel, you may call me Godfather Abel. I hereby declare that from this day forward, I will be in control of Camorra.”

"Among those present, who agrees and who disagrees?"

quiet!

Deathly silence!

Everyone in the room was stunned, unable to tell whether the other person was joking or had gone mad.

First of all, the name Gustavus Abel was completely unfamiliar to them; none of them had ever heard of it.

Secondly, in the Mafia, the term "Godfather" is a sacred and solemn title.

It is the highest position above all Mafia families.

This is not something you can joke about casually.

Finally, even if the true godfather of the 11-member committee were to arrive, he would not have the right to directly seize control of the entire Camorra.

So... this guy really is just a crazy person looking for trouble!

After mentally preparing himself, Kamolsim's smile had turned into a forced, insincere one.

"Are you joking? If you can't give me a reasonable explanation, neither of you will be leaving here alive."

So you're against it?

Abel suddenly sighed, then made a gun gesture with his right hand and aimed it at Camols.

Upon seeing this, the people in the room burst into laughter.

"He probably doesn't think this is some kind of childish game of pretend play."

"This guy might be mentally ill."

"Aren't you afraid when a gun is pointed at you?"

"Scared? Of course I'm scared! I'm absolutely terrified! Hahahaha!"

biu!

Abel laughed too, and even deliberately imitated the sound of a gunshot with his mouth.

The next moment, everyone's laughter stopped abruptly, as if someone had grabbed them by the neck.

Because Camols' skull was ripped open by a tremendous force, white and red matter splattered everywhere, covering everyone in the air. Then he collapsed onto the sofa, lifeless.

"It seems I accidentally used a little too much force."

Abel felt somewhat annoyed and regretful.

It has been quite a while since he learned the Six Styles of the Navy.

For a genius, it's not unreasonable to casually develop extended techniques of finger gun throwing, right?

Okay, he admits it, it wasn't some kind of finger-throwing gun, but rather the external release of Armament Haki as an attack, which is... Ryuo!

"Alright, is there anyone else who objects?"

Abel's words finally brought everyone present to a sudden realization.

"Watch out! There's a sniper!"

"No wonder this guy is so fearless; we may already be surrounded by armed forces."

"Soldiers, where are our soldiers?"

"Arrest those two bastards, I'll make sure they're torn to pieces."

……

In an instant, a large number of mafia members stormed in, and countless gun barrels were pointed at Abel and Giorno.

Giorno was completely bewildered, not understanding why things had been fine just moments before, and suddenly a battle had broken out.

This doesn't seem to be the gangster life he imagined.

Then he saw Mr. Abel calmly take off his white suit amidst a barrage of gunfire and throw it into his arms.

"Hold this for me, it's a piece of clothing I just bought yesterday. It would be bad if it got stained with blood."

"Is now the time to think about clothes?!"

Giorno shouted in his heart.

However, he was quick to act, immediately hiding in a corner, ready to run away at the first sign of trouble.

After all, he wasn't going to risk his life fighting the terrifying Gamora for someone he'd only met twice.

But what happened next was completely beyond his imagination.

"It seems you've all made the wrong choice."

After shaking his head slightly, Abel simply snapped his fingers.

Thinking this was a signal to those outside, the Camorra family immediately shouted, "Fire! Take them down!"

Unfortunately, his order came a little too late.

Of course, whether it's early or late doesn't matter, because it won't change the final result.

Puff, puff, puff, puff...

Countless ice spears pierced towards the people inside the room from all directions.

In an instant, all the armed mafia members in the room were wiped out, leaving the room riddled with holes.

Dozens of ice spears 'coincidentally' pierced Giorno, only stopping at the last moment.

Giorno was so frightened that his face and back were covered in cold sweat.

Even if he had urgently summoned [Golden Experience], he couldn't guarantee that he would have survived.

Because at most, the [Golden Experience] can only help him break through attacks from one direction, and cannot block the ice spears behind him at the same time.

This attack is terrifying; it seems Mr. Abel also possesses that kind of ability...

Just as Giorno began to have wild thoughts, the ice spear in the room suddenly shattered into ice crystals all over the floor.

With the danger over, Giorno finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a chill down his back; his clothes had even been soaked with sweat.

Abel walked over and politely tapped the table, signaling the person hiding under it to come out.

"I think no one will object to my suggestion now."

Abel said this with a smile on his face.

Chapter 671 BOSS and Agent

With Abel's snap of his fingers, nearly 90% of the key members of the Camorra family died.

The remaining two or three small dried fish, after overcoming their initial fear, discovered that they had actually managed to rise to the top!

In the past, they never received the lion's share of power, status, or wealth within the family.

After all, even important members are divided into different ranks, and it is clear that these 'ranks' were deliberately left behind by Abel after he entered the house to observe.

Whether they were fighting for their lives or for profit, they naturally had no other choice.

As for whether he would secretly engage in any underhanded tactics, or whether doing so would create problems for future developments, he didn't care much.

Anyway, he will leave this world once he completes the prayer order.

Who cares about the raging flood then!

"I don't need to teach you how to explain it, do I?"

Abel sat on the only clean sofa in the room and lit a cigarette afterward.

"No need, no need. We will explain to everyone that Sam and the others died because they were attacked by a hostile organization, which is why they met such an end."

A heavily made-up woman quickly said ingratiatingly.

“Hostile organizations, for example?”

Abel seemed to suddenly become interested.

Upon seeing this, the woman quickly lowered her body, displaying more of her cleavage while reciting several names.

Those were forces that had some grudges against Camorra.

However, she received no response from Abel, and even her efforts to showcase her stunning figure were ignored.

The woman was feeling down when suddenly a brilliant idea struck her, and she finally gave Abel the correct answer.

"enthusiasm?"

"Very good, it seems you already know who the enemy is. So, how will you introduce my existence to the outside world?"

"You are, of course, the one who leads us to take revenge on the 'Passion' organization, our one and only Godfather."

The woman wisely knelt down and lowered her head, thus offering her loyalty.

If she still didn't know what this 'godfather' who had come to her door was planning to do by this point, she might as well just find a block of tofu and smash her head against it!

However, the 'Passion' organization, as the most powerful mafia in the region, is not so easy to deal with.

The Camorra, or rather most of the Italian Mafia, operates under a family-run management style.

However, the Passion organization is different. Its boss, Diablo, has always been elusive and hidden behind the scenes. Not only has his whereabouts been unknown, but even the important members of the organization have never seen his true face, and no photo of him has ever been leaked.

They were extremely vigilant and cautious!

Dealing with such an enemy will not be easy.

Even if they wanted to repeat the same trick, it would be impossible.

But as someone who had just pledged her loyalty, how could she possibly say such discouraging things at a time like this, or pour cold water on her godfather?

Provided her own life is guaranteed, all she needs to do is fulfill her responsibilities.

Abel stood up with satisfaction, took his suit from Giorno and put it on. "I hope to see Camorra's stance in tonight's paper."

"Yes, Godfather. Your will is the direction we must take!"