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

If Abel were an ordinary person, he would probably have died dozens of times by now.

Unfortunately, Abel overcame all these underhanded tactics.

Assassination?

Poisoned?

Use whatever other means you have.

Inside the banquet hall, Bucciarati finally saw that person again.

Moreover, compared to the last time, the other party's aura had become even stronger; just a glance from him was enough to make his breathing heavy.

"Bucciarati, you've finally arrived. Please have a seat."

"Instruct the others to begin."

As Abel finished his greeting, interestingly, the oppressive aura disappeared.

Immediately, one exquisite and expensive dish after another was served on the table.

After the dishes were served, Abel said, as if joking, "Because the methods I used before were a bit too drastic, there are probably quite a few people in this manor who want to kill me now. I'm not sure if there's any poison in these dishes and drinks, so good luck to everyone."

After saying that, he ignored the uneasy expressions on the faces of a few people and began to eat.

And as if afraid of not being poisoned to death, he tasted almost every dish and drank quite a bit of red wine.

Seeing this, Bucciarati thought it was a test of his courage.

Since Abel had already eaten everything, he figured he should be fine, so he started preparing to eat something too.

But just as he stretched out his fork, aiming at a certain dish, Abel's voice rang out at the opportune moment.

"Yes, the Neapolitan grilled lobster was indeed delicious, but the cooking time was a bit off. It was probably to prevent the toxins from evaporating, so they deliberately shortened the amount and time of grilling with wine. I personally wouldn't recommend this dish."

"The Milest pasta dish next to it is relatively better because the poison in it is a compound poison that needs to be brought out with red wine. So as long as you don't drink the wine, you won't die from the poison."

"And that Osborn beef shank over there..."

As if suddenly intrigued, Abel began to offer a highly professional critique of the dishes on the table.

He knew the details of the poison used in it like the back of his hand, and he would often reminisce about it.

The people around were so frightened that they all knelt down. After making such a huge mess, their fate was predictable.

On the contrary, those few individuals with ulterior motives were filled with disbelief and confusion, which quickly turned into resentment.

They couldn't understand why these various deadly poisons collected from the black market couldn't kill their opponents.

They clearly put it in themselves and watched the other person eat it.

Was it switched out halfway through?

Were their actions discovered long ago?

"Go to hell!"

Several people who couldn't resist rushed over and grabbed the knives and forks on the table, stabbing Abel in his vital areas.

But the next moment, their movements all froze in place, and they were eroded by a chill into lifelike ice sculptures.

Meanwhile, Abel was still leisurely cutting the steak on his plate and then putting it into his mouth.

"Hmm, it definitely smells better with added ingredients."

"Notify Stella to sweep the trash out."

Soon a group of people came in and carried away all the ice sculptures.

"Eat up, what's wrong? Doesn't it suit your taste?"

Giorno and Bucciarati silently put down their cutlery and said in unison, "I ate before I came."

"Alright then, I guess I'm just not lucky enough to have such a delicious meal."

Abel shook his head regretfully.

Giorno and Bucciarati thought to themselves, "They really can't enjoy this kind of delicious food."

Although they also doubted whether the food was actually poisonous, they wondered why Abel was unharmed after eating it.

But if they were really allowed to try it themselves, they certainly wouldn't risk their lives.

So the feast ended up with Abel eating alone while everyone else watched.

Finally, the meal was over.

Abel then led them elsewhere.

"It seems you already have the answer, Bucciarati."

After lighting a cigarette, Abel got straight to the point.

Before giving an answer, I would like to confirm one thing with you: can what I want really be changed?

Bucciarati's expression was very serious.

He didn't care about his own safety; he just wanted to know if switching from the 'Passion' organization to this place would achieve his goal.

If he couldn't do it, why would he go through all this trouble?

Abel's answer was: "In my jurisdiction, anyone who dares to touch 'flour' is at your disposal. If you can't handle it, come to me, and I will uproot them."

That one sentence is enough.

Bucciarati was noticeably more relaxed.

This is also the first time someone has dared to make such a promise to him... Boss!

"Can I trust you, Boss?"

"Time will prove everything."

And so, Bucciarati gave his answer, and also brought good news: he would try his best to bring the entire team over.

Besides that, there was the valuable intelligence he knew about the 'Passion' organization.

“Bucciarati, from now on you will be Camorra’s strategist, and Giorno will be my agent. You two must cooperate well.”

In the Mafia, the position of advisor or consultant is very important, and it is usually held by the boss's most trusted confidant.

Not only is he responsible for mediating internal family disputes, but he also acts as the agent, that is, the second boss's bodyguard. His main task is to 'legitimize' all the family's specific actions.

Therefore, there is a natural cooperative relationship between the staff officer and the agent; they share both prosperity and adversity.

Abel has now set up the stage for them.

As for how well they can put on a performance, that depends on themselves.

So, as they were driving away from the estate, Bucciarati suddenly suggested, "Shall we find a place to eat first? Then I'll introduce you to a few more people."

Giorno nodded. "I'm a little hungry too."

Their shared experiences gave them common ground and laid the foundation for building rapport and trust.

In addition, since we'll be working together from now on, there are some things we should discuss in advance.

Furthermore, Bucciarati's men are not easy to get along with.

Bucciarati also needs to arrange for both sides to meet in advance to see if they get along.

Even if he's determined to leave, he won't betray his own people.

If all else fails, the only option is to part ways amicably, like Fugo did.

Chapter 675 Assassination Squad

While Giorno was undergoing the test of Apacha, Abel was not idle either.

Based on Camorra's intelligence network and information provided by Bucciarati, he found an address.

Thump, thump!

Abel knocked on the door politely, and with his Observation Haki, he sensed that there were not only people inside, but many people.

He even knew that someone was watching him through the peephole right now.

But his knocking went unanswered.

Abel's lips curled up slightly, revealing an enigmatic smile, before he gently tapped his finger on the door.

The biting cold instantly froze the entire doorway.

Then, with a gentle tap, the entire door shattered into a pile of ice crystals.

"Oh, there were people inside. I thought I had come to the wrong place."

Looking at the extremely vigilant people in the room, Abel's smile widened.

"who are you?"

The people in the room did not make any rash moves, because the abilities that the other party had just displayed had proven that they were not ordinary people.

Given their current awkward situation, if they act without clarifying the situation, they might face repercussions.

Despite the question, two people had already tacitly blocked the doorway, surrounding the visitor.

Once we make our move, we'll make sure they can't escape.

With so many people attacking one person, how could there be a problem?

Abel didn't care about their overreaction. He walked straight in, sat down on the sofa, and then lit a cigarette for Ziran as if he were at home.

"Did you all read yesterday's newspaper? My name is Gustavus Abel, and I am the new godfather of Camorra. You can also call me Godfather Abel."

Abel's words stunned everyone in the room. They had considered many possibilities, but they never expected that the other party would be the godfather of a rival organization.

Is this a joke?

Although they had seen yesterday's newspaper and even discussed it for a while.

But the other party dared to come alone. Did they really think they wouldn't dare to kill anyone?

In the silence, the leader sneered first, saying, "Even if you really are the godfather of Camorra, so what? Since you managed to get here, you should know what we do. I must say, you are indeed very bold, so bold that Camorra will soon be welcoming a new godfather."