From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 379 I, Bruno, have a dream!
Two things are essential to the Italian soul: a romantic yearning for freedom and espresso.

Bruno poured the freshly brewed coffee into two small white porcelain cups, went to the simple dining table by the bed, and handed one of the cups over: "Although I don't know what happened to you, at least relax a little now and have a cup of coffee."

Gazing at the steaming coffee in the small white porcelain cup, its rich aroma filling the air, Caesar couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Then, he picked up his coffee cup, brought it to his lips, and took a sip.

The rich, aromatic coffee had a hint of bitterness that lingered in his mouth for a long time. Caesar slowly closed his eyes and whispered, "Thank you, it tastes great."

"Judging from your appearance, you don't seem like a poor person. You must have been very rich before, right?" Bruno took a small sip of his coffee, looked Caesar up and down, and guessed, "I've met many people, but very few people exude such an unpleasant smell as you."

"Disgusting taste?"

Caesar frowned, then sniffed himself to make sure there was no strange smell, before looking at him with some doubt.

“It’s the air of nobility.” Bruno grinned and pointed at Caesar, saying, “Look at you, you’re just like a prince in distress in a movie, completely out of place here.”

Caesar smiled but did not answer the question.

To some extent, Bruno was right; the heirs of the Gattuso family are even more noble than princes in some countries.

"By the way, how did you get those injuries?"

Bruno looked at him curiously and asked, "Gunshot wounds and knife wounds... Are you being chased by the Mafia?"

"I suppose so." Caesar nodded slightly, then said, "Don't worry, I'll be leaving here by tomorrow morning at the latest, and I won't cause you any trouble."

Are you worried I'll get into trouble? Or do you think I'm timid and afraid of trouble?

Bruno frowned, then sat up straight, staring at Caesar with a serious expression, and said, "Although I am a thief, I have always wanted to be a proper man. Since you saved my life, I must repay your kindness no matter what, so don't worry!"

Caesar, the man of men, fell silent, somewhat surprised by Bruno's dream.

Usually, many people's dreams are nothing more than money or power, but he rarely heard of anyone dreaming of becoming a proper man.

“A fine dream indeed, a real man’s dream.” Caesar affirmed Bruno’s dream, and said sincerely, “I’m sorry, I take back what I said earlier, and I apologize to you.”

Although he was arrogant, he always had a clear sense of right and wrong; right was right, and wrong was wrong.

There had indeed been some misunderstanding with Bruno, so Caesar apologized to him without hesitation.

“It’s alright, a real man never cares about such a small thing.” Bruno smiled, not taking it to heart, and comforted him, “You stay here for the next few days, I will go out to buy medicine for you, and you can leave after you are healed.”

"Thank you for your kindness, but I really can't stay for too long."

Caesar politely declined his offer, smiling slightly and saying, "The people chasing me are far more formidable than you imagine. If I stay here any longer, they will soon be upon us."

"Even more powerful than the Mafia?" Bruno asked. In his understanding since childhood, the Mafia was already a very powerful and formidable force.

“Much more powerful.” Caesar couldn’t explain the extent of the Half-Blood Secrets’ power to a street thug, so he racked his brains for a way to describe it: “Roughly, it’s like Marlon Brando, you get the idea? A guy who’s hundreds of times more powerful than the Godfather.”

Bruno immediately understood, but seeing Caesar's injuries, he shook his head and said, "No, you're badly injured. Instead of running around, you should stay here and recover."

Seeing that Caesar was about to argue, he comforted him, "Don't worry, this is a slum. I grew up here. I can recognize outsiders at a glance. Nothing will happen."

Caesar had no choice but to agree: "Alright, but you must be very careful."

Bruno, with nothing to do, leaned against a wall on the street, looking for his next target. Suddenly, he saw four or five unfamiliar faces on the street, dressed in black suits, clearly from out of town, and immediately became alert.

Just then, one of the men in black seemed to sense something and turned to look at Bruno.

Oops, we’ve been discovered!
Bruno was startled, but remained calm on the surface.

A man in a black suit walked across the street and stood in front of Bruno, his cold gaze making people very uncomfortable.

"Uh, sir, what's the matter?" Bruno tensed up, feigning a timid demeanor, but inwardly he was extremely wary.

Why were you looking at us just now?

The man in black stared at him, his words carrying an inexplicable sense of oppression.

"No, no." Bruno was very nervous, his expression distorted, and he stammered, "Brother, are you sure you're not mistaken?"

"You still dare to lie?!"

The man in black snorted coldly, obviously seeing that Bruno was lying. So he raised his hand and grabbed Bruno's neck, his five fingers clenching tightly: "I'll ask you one more time, why are you looking at us?"

Bruno, his neck gripped tightly, felt short of breath; veins bulged on his face, and his pupils became bloodshot. "I'll talk... I'll talk!" he cried.

The man in black then released his grip, his eyes turning cold as he said, "Speak, and I'll believe you won't dare lie to me again, or you'll face the consequences!"

"cough cough cough cough"

Bruno knelt on the ground, coughing violently, and begged for mercy with a terrified expression: "Big brother, big brother, I was wrong. I was greedy and stupid. I was spying on you because I thought you were rich, so I planned to steal something. Big brother, please forgive me."

The man in black frowned slightly, looked at Bruno kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, sneered disdainfully, kicked Bruno in the stomach, and cursed, "You little punk, get lost!"

God knows how strong the man in black was. Bruno was kicked and felt like he had broken at least two ribs. The intense pain in his abdomen made him almost unable to stand. Large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he still managed to get up: "Yes, yes, thank you, brother. I'll get out of here right now!"

After saying that, he bent over, limped, and quickly disappeared into the alley.

The others came over and asked, "Damon, what was that person all about?"

Damon shook his head and said with a hint of disdain, "It's nothing, just a petty thief. I've already dealt with him."

"Forget it, he's just a small-time hoodlum, don't bother with him."

His companion patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't waste time. The intelligence indicates that he was here three days ago. Let's investigate quickly."

“We’re already investigating, but the problem is that the area where ‘the snake’ is located is only so big. What can I do?” Damon sighed and grumbled, “God knows where he’s gone. Naples is so big. If we keep searching one by one, when will we ever find him?”

"It's alright, the people arranged by the higher-ups will be here soon, and they'll cooperate with you."

The companion laughed and said, "Word of Power is a Bloodline Binding, which can search for people with dragon blood within its range. With your 'Snake', you'll find him soon."

"Bloodline Chains? Good heavens, they've finally figured it out!" Damon breathed a sigh of relief, then asked, "When are they coming?"

The man glanced at his watch and said, "Soon. They said it should arrive in a few minutes."

(End of this chapter)