Chapter 14 What Bucciarati Saw...

"Little brat, you're really bold, daring to slack off during work hours!"

The bearded head chef didn't let Bucciarati off because of his young age, and gave Bucciarati a slap in the face.

Slap!

Bucciarati's face visibly swelled up.

But he didn't dare to make a sound.

Because this job of helping out in the kitchen was something his fisherman Pops had worked hard to get for him.

"If I see you doing meaningless things again, be careful I'll break your legs!"

The head chef snorted coldly and turned to the stove.

Bucciarati gritted his teeth and silently walked towards the pool full of sea fish, continuing to deal with the trivial task of descaling.

"Sigh~

Who knows if those three foreign fools have left.

They dare to stir up trouble at the Blackwater Pier under the name of the 'Passione' organization, isn't that asking for death?

The child of a poor family has to grow up early.

Although he's only eight years old, Bucciarati has already understood many truths.

One of them is that you absolutely cannot provoke the mafia.

Meanwhile, at the front door of the restaurant.

"Bang!"

The glass door was ruthlessly kicked open, shattering into a spiderweb of cracks.

Luca, covering his left eye, led his emotionless subordinates into the restaurant.

Sweeping over the people in the restaurant, he spoke in a gloomy tone, "I heard that someone here is impersonating our organization, who is it, hurry up and stand out, don't force me to do it."

The 'Passione' organization is notorious, even though it has only been established for a year, it has already firmly established itself in Naples, it's not a place ordinary people dare to provoke.

No one dared to speak.

Luca wiped the tears from his cheek, about to say something.

Suddenly, a hand casually raised.

"Here, the person you're looking for is here."

My goodness, he really is a fool!

The other people in the restaurant were directly stunned.

Bro, have you never seen what a black hand is?

So brave!

Not only the people in the restaurant, but even the people in the kitchen put down their work, all crowded to the door, sneaking a peek at the situation outside.

Bucciarati bit his lip, wiped his hands on his apron, and tiptoed out, just in time to see Luca walking towards the three foreigners.

He sighed silently.

People still can survive from Heaven's misfortune.

But people cannot survive from Self-inflicted misfortune!

Who told you not to run?

"All unfamiliar faces, huh."

Casually pulling over a chair, Luca sat in front of Jon's table.

Sweeping over the three of them, he crossed his legs, "So, who is the person who has a connection with our 'Passione' organization?"

Jon had an impression of this always crying gangster.

In the original world line, a decade later, he would become a small boss collecting protection fees for taxis at the Naples airport exit, and then be killed by Giorno Giovanna using a Stand, angrily leading a boxed lunch.

"It's me, I know your BOSS."

Jon smiled.

After a pause, he said meaningfully, "We are old acquaintances."

"Just you?"

Luca didn't believe it at all.

Snakes have snake paths, rats have rat paths.

How could someone like Jon, who looks like a rich young master, get involved with the mafia?

The gangster leader glared, "Be honest with me!"

"Hey, stop shouting here, it's affecting my eating!"

Polnareff has a temper, and he slammed the table hard.

Although Avdol didn't speak, he was ready to take action at any time.

Jon signaled the two to calm down, and took the initiative to communicate, "I really am an acquaintance of your BOSS, if you don't believe me, just take me to see him, then you'll understand."

Hearing Jon say this, Luca was a bit unsure.

But on second thought, he suddenly reacted.

Damn, I was almost fooled!

If this kid really knows the BOSS, there's no need for him, a small fry, to lead the way, there's clearly a trap in this!

"Brothers, do it!"

No matter who he is, beat him up first.

Luca decisively gave the order.

But Jon was faster than him!

His figure flickered, and his fists were like a storm.

Ora ora ora ora!

Several low-level thugs didn't even notice what had happened, and they were all knocked out, their eyes rolled back and they lost consciousness.

A drop of cold sweat ran down Luca's forehead.

"You..."

"I didn't want to make a big deal out of this."

Jon shook his head regretfully.

You're a small fry villain, why do you have so many brains?

My plot was seen through, I'm very embarrassed, okay.

"Hey hey, Avdol, is it my illusion? Why do I feel that Jon is stronger than when he was in Egypt!"

While Jon and Luca were negotiating, Polnareff asked in a low voice.

Avdol made a bear shrug, "Don't ask me, how should I know?"

"Anyway... take us to your superior, rest assured, as long as you behave, I won't do anything to you."

Ignoring the 'whispering' of his two teammates, Jon spoke with a smile.

"Dream... you are dreming... I won't betray the organization!"

Luca answered shakily.

"Do you think I'm negotiating with you?"

Jon clenched his fist.

In the creaking sound, Luca was silent for a while, and finally chose to compromise.

Jon nodded in satisfaction.

"That's right."

As soon as his voice fell, Polnareff started to chatter again: "Hey, hey, Avdol, why do we feel like we're not good people?"

Upon hearing this, Avdol put on a serious face, "We are originally not good people, no need to pretend."

With both praise and teasing, are you two here to do a comedy routine?

Jon had three black lines on his head.

All his attention was on Luca, and he didn't notice that at the door of the kitchen, a pair of eyes were flashing with little stars.

So cool.

That's someone from the 'Passione' organization, and he just beat him up!

Although he was mature for his age, Bucciarati still retained a bit of childlike innocence in his heart.

In his impression, the gang was the sky of the dock.

The words of the gang members were even more useful than those of the police with big hats.

And now, the arrogant mafia was directly knocked down by one person.

Such a visual impact is no less than seeing Ultraman beating up little monsters!

Jon's figure was infinitely magnified in Bucciarati's heart, and suddenly became towering.

Dazzled and fascinated. Bucciarati didn't know what was wrong with him, just like being possessed, his body ran out on its own before his brain reacted.

Like a drowning man who has been trapped in the deep sea for a long time and suddenly surfaced.

"Hmm? Little friend, what's the matter?"

Seeing Bucciarati running over, Jon showed a kind smile.

"I... I want to know your name."

Bucciarati, who had regained his senses, was not as steady as usual, and buried his head very low.

"Jon."

Jon rubbed Bucciarati's hair, "My name is Jon Joestar, and you?"

Jon Joestar.

Bucciarati silently repeated this name in his heart.

Plucking up courage, he bowed and said.

"Mr. Joestar, hello, I am Bruno Bucciarati."