After the gunshot, the green gun in the baby's hand turned back into a green lizard. It obediently crawled back to the brim of the hat and slowly leaned forward with its owner. Finally, it fell to the ground. There was a hole in the baby's head. Bright red liquid dripped from the side of the head onto the pebbles and finally flowed into the gap. The little lizard seemed to have realized something and crawled away from its owner.

"Farewell, Reborn."

The leader suddenly changed his arrogant attitude. He began to restrain his emotions and became silent. In an instant, he suddenly exploded. It was as if he was in an opera, and he was the main character. He opened his arms and raised his chin, like a poet reciting in the depths of his emotions.

Life was like a play, and he was the supreme god. He held the string and pulled the puppet called "human" to act out the final ending of life step by step. This feeling was so lingering that it made him crazy.

It had begun.

The rest of the House of Difara members lowered their heads. They were all wearing black oversized sunglasses so that people could not see their expressions.

The members of the House of Difara knew that their leader, Kolodi, was talented and young. But maybe the brain structure of a genius was different from the normal mafia members. To put it simply, there was a hole in his brain after a mission, and his emotions fluctuated a little.

"Lord Kolodi, please cut off Reborn's head and report back."

A member of the House of Difara standing behind the leader carefully reminded him. He was afraid that his leader would be too emotional and not finish the job properly.

"Later!" Kolodi shouted rudely. "I want to give him his final rest!" After that, he took out a silver cross from his arms and began to recite the farewell with a solemn face.

The subordinate took a step back and resisted the twitching of his facial muscles. He had to be patient. He had to give face to their great god, Lord Kolodi.

Kolodi held the cross with his orchid fingers and read to the end. Two lines of tears flowed down his face. He folded the paper and put it away. Then, he took out a blade from his arms and walked towards Reborn who was lying on the ground.

"The world's number one assassin is still a human after all. How can a human fight against a god?" His tone was full of pity, like a father who did not understand why his child was rebellious.

The baby on the ground was motionless. Kolodi bent his knees and squatted down. The hand holding the blade quickly chopped down on the baby's neck.

The head was separated from the body.

The bright red liquid splashed onto Kolodi's black suit. His hand was also slightly warm, and he habitually licked his fingers.

"Eh?"

Kolodi found it strange, but before he could react, the baby on the ground expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The loud explosion was accompanied by sparks and air currents. Kozat, who was closest to the explosion, and Difarah, who was not far away, were blasted far away.

A small black figure jumped down from the roof of the residential house, playing with the curly hair on his temples. He pressed down the brim of his hat, and the corner of his mouth curled up, revealing an expression that did not belong to a baby. This person was Reborn, who should have been beheaded and exploded without leaving a corpse behind.

"Ryan, come back."

The green lizard followed Reborn's chubby hand and crawled back to the brim of his hat.

Looking at the members of Difarah on the ground, Reborn took out his phone from the inner pocket of his suit. He saw that there was a read message from his "stupid disciple" on the almost invisible blue screen.

“

I've received news that the House of Difara wants to assassinate you. The cadre sent, Kolodi, can use puppets as a medium to manipulate anything. Please be careful. "

Tsk, he already knew about it. It took him half a day to collect this bit of information.

Reborn frowned in disgust. His stupid disciple's news was too late.

Two days ago, when he received the news, he brought along the latest black technology developed by Peng Gelei — a fake bomb. Before he walked out of the tavern, he replaced himself with a real bomb and placed a loudspeaker on the collar of the real bomb's suit. As long as there was a single damage to the real bomb, it would explode in one minute.

Thinking of the "him" who had just fallen, it seemed that the development products of Penglie's technical department had produced a lot of interesting things. There was even blood plasma in the imitation bomb. Reborn thought on a whim that he could use it to scare new students next time.

He pressed the delete button and habitually pressed down on his hat. But before he went to recruit new students, it seemed that he still needed to go to the House of Gabriel to tutor his eldest disciple.

Landmark, in the city center of Sicily.

The colorful neon lights and the hustle and bustle indicated that this place where the Mafia family gathered was destined to be lively at night.

ST Hotel was one of the high-end hotels in the city center of Sicily. The environment was elegant, and the service was good. Anyone who could stay in this hotel was either rich or respectable.

In the presidential suite on the top floor, the brown-haired teenager hung up the phone and sat on the super big bed in a daze to empty himself.

He told his mother that he had arrived in Italy and was with the friends he made in Yokohama. There was no need to worry at all. His mother was very happy and told him to have fun with his friends and not to quarrel.

Mom, I told you that I made friends and won a luxury trip to Italy. I'm really sorry for lying to you. I'm really sorry. I'll definitely go home safely.

Did you want to ask how an underage teenager who didn't even have a visa got all the legal documents and flew smoothly to the West in a short afternoon?

The convenience center in Japan was unexpectedly awesome.

Oh, evil capitalism. Was it really okay to get an underage visa so smoothly?

It was too abominable. Mr. Chūya suddenly said something about preparing to go to Italy. What did he have to prepare for?

He lost his wallet on the way, and his clothes were still in the previous hotel. The key was that he didn't want to engage in Mafia activities at all, okay?

That was why the room was so big!

The bed was too comfortable!

And the food, was it really okay for him to order whatever he wanted?

Could he order ten more ice creams?

Tsunayoshi hugged the white pillow and rolled back and forth on the big bed. The mattress was soft, and his bones were about to melt. He really refused in his heart. He didn't want to become a Mafia member at all. Was it okay for him to partner with Mr. Chūya?

But the high-intensity training was also very tough.

He didn't want to recall the bitterness of receiving Mr. Chūya's physical training on the private plane of the port organization at all.

Just as Tsunayoshi was letting his imagination run wild, there was a knock on the door of the empty room. Tsunayoshi reluctantly got up from the big bed that disturbed his willpower and went to open the door in slippers.

As usual, he was wearing a three-piece suit and a top hat. The person who knocked on the door was the only person Tsunayoshi knew in a foreign country, Nakahara Chūya.

"Now I'm going to the QH bar at the dock to confirm the goods. Let's go," Chūya said concisely.

"I have to go too?" Tsunayoshi was surprised.

"You're my partner, right?" Chūya said matter-of-factly and walked toward the elevator door.

"But I'm still underage."

Tsunayoshi whispered, closed the door, and followed behind Chūya. What should he do if the ten ice creams he ordered were not delivered yet?

In the car, Tsunayoshi sat quietly in the front passenger seat and looked at the scenery in front of him. Their car sped past countless cars. He sighed in his heart. The big city was really lively. There were so many cars on the road even though it was so late.

Chūya held the steering wheel and observed Tsunayoshi's serious expression while he was looking at the scenery. He asked curiously, "You don't look as reluctant as you were during the day. Have you accepted reality?"

Tsunayoshi lowered his head and secretly glanced at Chūya, who was driving beside him and still wearing his black hat. Mr. Chūya really had a soft spot for hats. "Can I not accept reality?"

"No." Zhong Yue also gave a straightforward answer.

Tsunayoshi was not upset when he heard the answer. He just thought that it was as he had expected. He was just casually mentioning it.

"Actually, I don't think Mr. Chūya will hurt me," Tsunayoshi said weakly, following his heart.

"Huh?"

"Didn't Mr. Chūya say that he has no interest in the weak?

He has no interest in bullying the weak. But I'm one of them. I'm bad at studying and I can't take a beating. In fact, I'm even afraid of Chihuahuas. So, in the eyes of ordinary people, I'm a hopelessly weak loser. "

"You're even afraid of Chihuahuas?" Chūya asked in disbelief.

Tsunayoshi's cheeks flushed red, and he nodded embarrassedly.

"I know you're weak. Alright, I'll give you a big German dog when I return to China. You have to sleep with it every day." Chūya decided to give him a cute pet dog to guard the Yokohama Pier.