One Piece: King of the World from White Town

If the two of them stayed, he would stay.

If they both choose to leave, then he will leave with them.

Fugo, who was called out, responded, "Are you crazy? Do you know how many Stand users like us the boss has under his command?"

"Once they find out that we have betrayed them and left, they will definitely send them to hunt us down. What will we do then?"

"Bucciarati, I know you've been secretly investigating the organization's sale of 'flour' recently, but you can't survive in this world relying solely on ideals."

"So no matter what your final decision is, I will not leave. I choose to stay."

Fugo's answer made everyone fall into deep thought.

Because what he said is very right. It is precisely because of understanding that we feel fear.

Leaving is not as simple as just leaving.

In the Mafia, betrayal is the most intolerable thing.

And should I trust a stranger whom I have only met once?

They don't even know what the other party does or what their purpose is.

But unexpectedly, Fugo's words made the hesitant and wavering Bucciarati make up his mind.

After that, apart from Leo Abbazi who clearly stated that he would stand by Bucciarati, Mista was the only one who had not expressed his opinion.

However, after watching Mista making jokes and expressing his inner thoughts in a joking tone, everyone knew that what he most wanted to see was for everyone to be together, but if he had to choose, he would most likely follow Bucciarati and leave.

This is the charm of Bucciarati's personality.

By this point, Bucciarati knew what was going on.

The day passed quickly.

When the sun rose again, Bucciarati found Giorno at the old place.

Or rather, Giorno has been waiting for him here.

"Oh it's you."

After the meeting, although Giorno was a little surprised, he quickly figured out the key and understood Mr. Abel's intention.

"Are you waiting for someone?"

"That's right, but I didn't expect to be waiting for you at first."

Giorno's answer made Bucciarati raise his eyebrows in surprise.

"I came to you because I want to meet 'that person'."

Giorno nodded without any surprise, "Let's get in the car. Mr. Abel's manor in Camorra has prepared a banquet."

it is as expected!

A gleam of light flashed in Bucciarati's eyes, and then he got into Giorno's car without hesitation.

The two of them had a life-and-death fight the day before yesterday.

But today we got in the same car, and there is a high possibility that we may even work together in the future.

I have to say, fate is really amazing.

What’s even more interesting is that even though the two have fought and clashed, deep down, they don’t hate each other, but rather have some identification with each other.

Chapter 674 Backlash and Appreciation

Soon after, the car drove smoothly into the Camorra Manor.

When the two entered, they saw several bodies being carried out.

Obviously, the disadvantages of taking such iron-blooded means to gain power have begun to show.

Not everyone is so easy to fool, there are always some guys who are loyal to their original owners.

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

But unfortunately, Abel overcame all these shameful little tricks.

Assassination?

Poisoned?

What other means do you have? Use them all.

In the banquet hall, Bucciarati finally saw the man again.

Moreover, compared with the last time, the opponent's aura became even stronger. Just a look made his breathing become heavy.

"Bucciarati, you are finally here, please sit down."

"Notify the people below and get started."

Interestingly, as Abel gently finished his greeting, the pressure also disappeared.

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

After all the dishes were served, Abel said as if jokingly, "Because the means I used before were a bit violent, there should be many people in this manor who want to kill me. I am not sure whether these dishes and drinks are poisonous or not, so you can only hope for the best."

After saying this, he started eating without paying any attention to the uneasy looks of some of the others.

And as if he was afraid that the poison would not kill him, he tasted almost every dish and drank a lot of red wine.

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

Besides, Abel had already eaten one by one, so he thought it should be fine, so he also started to prepare something to eat.

But just as he stretched out his fork and aimed it at a dish, Abel's voice rang out at the right time.

"Well, the Naples grilled lobster tasted good, but it was not cooked well enough. I think it was to prevent the poison from volatilizing, so they deliberately shortened the amount of wine and the time of grilling. I personally don't recommend this dish."

"The Milesto macaroni next to it is relatively better because the poison inside is a compound poison that needs to be drawn out by red wine, so as long as you don't drink, you won't die from the poison."

"And that Osborne beef knuckle over there..."

As if he suddenly became interested, Abel began to taste the dishes on the table in an extremely professional manner.

Especially the poison in it, he knew it by heart and would still recall it from time to time.

The people around were so scared that they fell to their knees. After getting into such a big mess, one could imagine what fate would await them.

On the contrary, those people who had ulterior motives all had expressions of disbelief and confusion on their faces, which soon turned into resentment.

They couldn't understand why these various poisons collected from the black market couldn't kill the other party?

They clearly put it in with their own hands and watched each other eat it with their own eyes.

Was it swapped midway?

Had their actions been discovered long ago?

"Go to hell!"

A few people who couldn't help themselves rushed over immediately, picked up the knives and forks on the table and stabbed Abel in various vital parts.

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

At the same time, Abel was slowly cutting the steak on the plate and putting it into his mouth.

"Well, it turns out that it tastes better with added ingredients."

"Notify Stella to clean up the garbage."

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

"Eat, what's wrong? Don't you like it?"

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

"Well, I'm really not blessed."

Abel shook his head regretfully.

Giorno and Bucciarati said in their hearts, "They really don't deserve this kind of good fortune."

Although they also doubted whether there was really poison in these dishes, they wondered why Abel was fine after eating them.

But if they were allowed to taste it themselves, they would definitely not joke about their lives.

So the banquet became one where Abel was eating alone while everyone else was watching.

Finally the meal was over.

Abel then took them somewhere else.

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

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

"Before I give you an answer, I want 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 he could achieve his goal by switching from the 'Passion' organization to here.

If not, why would he go through all this trouble?

Abel's answer was: "You can deal with anyone who dares to touch the flour in my jurisdiction. If you can't deal with them, come to me and I will uproot them."

Just this one sentence is enough.

Bucciarati was visibly more relaxed.

At the same time, this is also the first boss who dares to make such a promise to him!

"Can I trust you, Boss?"

"Time will prove everything."

Just like that, Bucciarati gave his answer and also brought good news that he would try his best to bring all the members of the team over.

In addition, he also had valuable information about the "Passion" organization.

"Bucciarati, from now on you are the Camorra's advisor, and Giorno is my agent. You two must cooperate well."

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

Not only is he responsible for mediating disputes within the family, he also serves as the agent, or the bodyguard of the second boss, and his main task is to "legalize" all specific actions of the family.

Therefore, there is a natural cooperative relationship between advisers and agents, where they prosper together and suffer together.

Now Abel has set the stage for them.

As for how wonderful the performance can be, it depends on themselves.

So when they were driving away from the manor, Bucciarati suddenly suggested: "Let's find a place to eat first? Then I'll introduce you to some people."

Giorno nodded, "It just so happens that I'm a little hungry too."

The similar experience before gave them a common topic and also served as the basis for developing tacit understanding and trust.

In addition, since we will be acting together in the future, some things should be discussed in advance.

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

Bucciarati also needed to have both parties meet in advance to see if they could get along.

Even if he made up his mind to leave, he would not betray his own people.

If it really doesn't work, we can just part ways amicably, like Fugo.

Chapter 675: Assassination Team

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

He found an address based on Camorra's intelligence network and the information provided by Bucciarati.

Boom, boom!

Abel knocked on the door politely, and with his observation Haki, he could tell that there were not only people inside, but also many people.