(Repeated, see later, you know)

Giorno warned meaningfully, and took a slight sip of juice.

"The power of money may be far greater than you think. The end of angering a rich person is often a burden that you can't bear. ”

“......”

The brunette man was silent, infinite, of course he had heard.

Not only have I heard of it, but I know it quite well.

As a new force that continues to invade Italy, the PASSIONE organization has always had an eye on them.

"Hah, ahaha..."

He didn't hide it anymore and laughed.

"Ah, it's really yours, it's not a joke, and there's no bluffing, as if it were taken for granted. The son of a rich family is so straightforward and honest.

I can see that you are telling the truth, I can tell if someone is lying, and I have never made a mistake in judgment. ”

"It's just that there is no need to use lies, and when the level of a person reaches a certain level, there is no need for him to lie to others anymore.

Lies are just a necessary disguise for the weak to face the strong. ”

The influence of power and money has caused some inevitable changes in Giorno's personality.

He is full of confidence, and he will not care about the malice of the black-haired man at all.

"Okay, then I'll introduce you first.

I'm Bruno. Bugarati, part of PASSIONE.

Teary-eyed Ruka, he is not a simple gangster, but a real member of the [Black Bang], there are many reasons why he can be killed, after all, he is a hated guy.

But... His boss didn't think so.

His younger brother was killed, and the boss's face was a little unbearable, and he felt that his majesty was being provoked, so he ordered me to find the murderer and kill him. ”

Saying this, Bugara lifted up and bent down to approach Giorno, the upper half of his face was shrouded in a shadow, and something inexplicable pressed towards Giorno.

"Everyone understands people, don't beat around the bush, now I ask you, teary-eyed Ruka, you killed it, right?"

"It's not."

I thought it was because I was interested in my money, but it turned out that I just came here for this.

Giorno was puzzled, wasn't Ruka disposed of? How did it come to be discovered so quickly by the PASSIONE organization?

"Oh?"

Not lying, Bugarati carefully observed Giorno's micro-expressions, and did not show any panic or disobedience, nor did he drip sweat under his oppression.

This is a bit troublesome, worthy of being the eldest young master of a rich family, and his psychological quality is really strong.

"And do you know anything about him?"

Bugarati stretched out his palm and pressed it against Giorno's chest, feeling his heartbeat.

It was a vague and general question, and he wanted to leave Giorno with no room for words.

"Yes."

What the?!

It was an unexpected answer, Bugalati was shocked, he actually knew, and he was not lying at all.

It's disdain to lie!

Giorno's hierarchy of lies just now is not so quick to forget, Bugarati can fully understand Giorno's composure and truth at this moment.

This guy... This guy didn't even take me seriously!

What a proud boy!

But instead of being outraged by this pride, Bugarati began to appreciate Giorno somewhat.

Unlike the eldest young master he had seen before, Giorno was too calm, not at all like a teenager, and his young body was full of maturity.

Isn't he afraid?

Even if it was a bodyguard in civilian clothes, the distance between us right now was not enough for his bodyguards to react.

But no matter how much you appreciate, you still have to ask.

"Very good, Giorno, you are very cooperative, since you know, then tell me about the news of Ruka, tell me everything."

Giorno wanted to drink some more juice, but was grabbed by Bugarati's wrist.

At this time, the two bodies were a little too close, and Bugarati held Giorno's chest with one hand and grabbed his wrist with the other, but he was completely unaware of the weirdness of this posture.

He stared into Giorno's eyes, just to get the news he wanted.

"He died, right in front of me, killed by a bullet."

"Who killed it?"

"The one behind you."

"What?!"

Bugarati suddenly sensed something was wrong and quickly turned around.

In the square, a man in a sunhat looked up, with a hideous smile, his eyes staring coldly at Bugalati, dressed like a tourist, ordinary and inconspicuous.

The only thing that caught the eye was that his muscles were exaggeratedly bulging, and he was terrifyingly strong.

This is definitely a ruthless character, the kind that kills people without blinking.

As soon as Bugarati saw him, he seemed to smell blood and gunpowder, and his instinct as a black bang told him that this guy had killed more people than executioners.

A professional killer?

Fortunately, perhaps because of Giorno, or the pedestrians in the square, he didn't draw his gun.

"Smack!"

Giorno clapped his hands, and suddenly more than a dozen strong men in suits appeared from the dark and approached.

There were also customers in this small shop, and immediately several people got up and stood behind Giorno.

Seeing this, the other customers realized that something was wrong, and they packed up their things and began to leave, and the owner of the small shop also had good eyesight, beckoned the waiter to close, closed the glass door, and hid in the counter of the store, without looking this way.

For a while, the people were scattered, and only Bugarati and Giorno were left in the middle of a large group.

There are no big features of plain clothes, but once they are gathered, it is obvious that they are all the same tall and strong, muscular, and not a single thin one.

And those strong men in suits, all with a uniform style of big backs, shiny leather shoes, and cold eyes, at a glance know that they are members of the same organization, and they are well-trained elites.

Not only that, but Bugarati, who knows the goods, can find that these people are dressed in high-end clothes just with the naked eye, even if they are just bodyguards, the quality of clothes and leather shoes are amazing.

How rich is this Infinite Group?!

Bugarati was amazed, and a cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

careless, I didn't expect that just a tear-eyed Ruka would cause such a big movement.

But even so, Bugarati did not lose his proportions, and he still had his hole cards.

A blue and white human shadow enveloped his body, and a row of spikes were vertically embedded in the middle of the blue helmet.

In the middle of the chest and below the waist, there is a row of large golden necklaces that neatly divide the phantom's body into two sides.

He was vigilant, but if any of these people moved, he would use his stand-in ability to escape.

This is not shameful, and the reckless hard touch is hopelessly stupid.

"You're... Scapegoat? ”

Giorno raised his eyebrows and asked interestingly.

"Can you see?"

Bugarati was even more surprised, if he could see the existence of the stand-in, he must be the stand-in messenger, and if he could vaguely perceive the existence of the stand-in, even if he could not see it completely, he must have the potential to become a stand-in messenger.

Giorno can see his stand-in, which shows that this big young master is not simple, it is not simple!

If he just has so many bodyguards, Bugalati doesn't care much, but obviously Giorno is not simple, he definitely has a stand-in!