Many people thought it was funny, but for Diablo, the owner of the PASSIONE organization, it was ridiculous and bad.

Polpo was one of the few cadres he trusted very much, but in this matter, this subordinate who could be trusted by him had begun to give him a feeling that he was out of control.

Weight loss?

How can it be!

Porpo had been working under him for fifteen years and had never seen him have the idea of losing weight.

Even if you really have the idea of losing weight, in order to repay your trust, you should not really implement it.

How could a man as shrewd as Porpo be able to think about an idea without thinking about the consequences?

And to be honest, with his kind of body, doing two or three push-ups is already very reluctant, doing five hundred in a row, so that the muscles are dissolved, and he knows that there is a problem in it with his ass.

No matter how much you want to exercise, you can't joke about your body at night, right?

Diablo was a little sad, so he called early in the morning to inquire about the situation.

"Polpo, how's your body?"

His voice was hoarse, he couldn't hear the original sound clearly, and his tone was very casual, like chatting with ordinary friends.

It's only natural that bosses care about their employees, right?

Then it is not so abrupt for me Diablo to make a phone call to care about the physical condition of his cadres.

Porpo responded with sincere fear:

"Boss, I'm fine, it's not a big injury, just go back and raise it after a while."

"Why are you so careless, you have to lose weight in moderation, and you can't be in a hurry."

"I understand, after taking the lesson this time, I won't lose weight anymore, my body shape is actually quite good."

"Well, that's good, Giorno has successfully passed the test, right?"

"Yes."

"I've got a gift for you, you can wait and see."

Porpo was lying in the hospital with a special bed underneath him, and four female nurses were carefully serving him.

Hearing that the boss had a gift, he smiled, and the fat was turbulent, setting off waves of meat.

"Haha, I'm looking forward to it."

Diablo hung up the phone, a grim smile on the corner of his mouth hidden inside the hood.

"I don't know exactly what's going on, but ah, Polpo, it's enough to suspect that something is wrong with you.

Even if you are not a cadre, but just a member of an ordinary organization, I can't allow you to live.

You've done things beautifully all these years, but you know so much! ”

It didn't take long for someone to deliver the gift to the door.

"Is this Mr. Porpo's room? Hello, this is a pizza specially made for Mr. Porpo. ”

The bodyguard stopped the man, and after checking it, he brought in the pizza that could almost be used as a quilt.

"Wow, did the boss send a gift, he really knows me quite well, and brought me my favorite food."

As lunchtime approached, many people's wishes came true.

The cadres of the PASSIONE organization, who have not been eating melons for a long time, have received the latest news that Polpo has died in the hospital.

Yes, only a few hours apart.

"Isn't it, it's really dead?"

THEY TRAVEL FROM CITY TO CITY IN ITALY, DOING UNTOLD DIRTY WORK FOR PASSIONE.

"The people in the intelligence department said that he angered the boss and betrayed the PASSIONE organization, so he was liquidated by the boss."

"No, although Polpo's fat pig is annoying, as one of the few cadres that the boss can trust, how can he easily betray the boss?"

"I don't think it's likely, but it's just the way it is."

"It's so stupid to dare to anger the boss, this is self-defeating."

Some people shook their heads, their faces disdainful, but there was always an indelible fear and panic in their eyes.

Even Polpo was liquidated, and their group could have a better life?

If you're not careful, it's not clear when you anger your boss and when you die.

"I think the boss is crazy, this is self-destruction, Porpo's betrayal has no signs and evidence, just exercised his body, and was liquidated, and if this continues, everyone is in danger."

"Shhhh

Hearing this, the discussants immediately looked left and right, lowered the brim of their hats, and left together.

"It's hard to say, Polpo's fat pig has never had the idea of controlling his body shape, and such a sudden exercise will send him to the hospital all of a sudden, and I will be suspicious in the future."

Someone is still sensible and analyzes it based on the available intelligence.

"Forget it, don't discuss this, Polpo is dead, it's useless to say that he is."

"Yes, the most important thing now is..."

"Who will be the next cadre to take the top?"

Naples, in a small restaurant.

"What is this? Why is strawberry cake four pieces? ”

A man in a blue half-tunic, exposing his toned waist, and wearing a patterned ear-covering hat looked angry, pointing to the cake that was divided into four pieces on the dining car and asked:

"The strawberry cake is actually four pieces, isn't this just a clear plan for me to die?"

"Hah~ Here we go again, Misda."

A man with the same blond hair as Giorno sighed with a helpless expression.

"Well, why? It's just four cakes, so there's no need to be angry, right? ”

Giorno asked suspiciously, sipping his tea.

Bugarati sat beside him and explained to him:

"Misda hates the number 4 and thinks it is unlucky and brings bad luck."

"Yes, it's a new era, superstition or something, it's long outdated."

Fogg spread his hands helplessly.

"How can it be superstition, this is an experience I have experienced since I was a child."

Midas was furious, and pointed to the four pieces of cake:

"For example, when I was a kid, my neighbor had four kittens, and then a guy adopted one, and he was blinded by the kitten.

And..."

"Alright, alright."

Seeing that Misda was too angry, Giorno got up and pressed his hands weakly:

"Well, Misda, it's just four cakes, and since you don't think so, someone will take one first.

I think I'm lucky, so I'll divide the pieces first, and then you can choose from the remaining three. ”

"Oh! Giorno, you're such a nice guy! ”

Misda was pleasantly surprised, patted Giorno who was approaching, and blurted out a compliment without money.

"As for it?"

Apaki, who was listening to music with headphones and purple lipstick, also opened his eyes at this time, got up from his seat, and took a piece of the strawberry cake from the remaining three pieces.

"It's dangerous to just take one of the four cakes, and trust others so easily."

He glanced at Giorno with an unfriendly attitude.

"After all, it's Bugarati's favorite person, if he believes it, I will believe it."

Naranga, who had black hair and looked smaller than Giorno, snuck the exercise book and the pen in his hand into the trash.

"Mr. Bugarati."

The waiter approached and reminded, "There's your phone." ”

"Okay, here."

Bugarati nodded, and was just about to leave, when he stopped again, warning:

"By the way, Giorno is a person I like, you guys, remember to be friendly to the newcomer, don't make trouble for him.

Also, he is the eldest young master of a rich family, if you really want to anger him, you have to be careful not to be stoned to death by money. ”

"Don't worry, Bugarati, do we seem to be the kind of beings who will bully newcomers?"

Misda raised her right hand, waving her palm up and down slightly, and with a smile, it seemed to be stealing joy.

"yes, yes, we don't have that kind of bad taste."

Fogg opened his mouth and stopped Naranga's neck.

"You say yes, Naranga."

"Of course."

Naranga was a little confused, but nodded with the crowd.

Bugarati glanced at them a few times, a little unconvinced, he knew the character of these subordinates, too much will not make too much trouble, but always

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