"Little brat, you have some nerve, slacking off during work hours!"
The head chef, with a face full of stubble, didn't spare Bugarati because of his young age, and he raised his hand to slap Bugarati.
Smack! Bugarati's face visibly swelled up from the impact.
But he didn't dare to make a fuss.
Because his fisherman father went through a lot to get him this job.
"If I catch you doing anything meaningless again, be careful I'll break your legs!"
The head chef snorted coldly and turned to walk towards the stove.
Bugarati gritted his teeth and silently headed towards the fish-filled basin, continuing his tedious work of descaling.
'Sigh~ I wonder if those three fools from out of town are still around.'
Having the nerve to cause trouble under the guise of the 'Passione' at the Blackwater Wharf, weren't they just asking for trouble?
The child of the poor grew up early.
Although he was only eight years old, Bugarati already understood many things.
One of them was that you absolutely could not provoke the mafia.
At the same time, at the front door of the restaurant.
"Bang!"
The glass door was mercilessly kicked open, leaving cracks all over the place.
Luca covered his left eye, leading his expressionless subordinates into the restaurant.
Sweeping his gaze over the crowd in the restaurant, he spoke with a sinister tone, "I heard someone here was using the name of our gang to deceive people, whoever it is, step forward quickly. Don't force me to sniff you out."
The notorious reputation of the 'Passione' gang was well-known. Even though it had only been established for a year, it had already firmly established itself in Naples, where ordinary people dared not provoke it.
No one dared to speak up.
Luca wiped away the tears on his cheek and was about to say something.
Suddenly, a hand was casually raised.
"Here, the person you're looking for is here."
Goodness, what a fool!
The others in the restaurant were dumbfounded.
Brother, have you never encountered the mafia before?
So brave! Not only the people in the restaurant, but even those in the back kitchen put down their work and crowded around the door, sneaking a peek at the situation outside.
Bugarati bit his lip, wiped his hands on his apron, tiptoed out, and happened to see Luca walking towards the three outsiders.
He sighed silently.
If you court disaster, you can still live.
If you bring it upon yourself, you wouldn't live! He already warned them to run away.
"They are all unfamiliar faces."
Luca casually pulled a chair and sat down at Jon's table.
Glancing at the three men, he crossed his legs, "So, who among you has ties with our 'Passione'?"
Jon remembered this gangster with a penchant for tears.
In the original timeline, more than a decade later, he would become a small boss collecting protection fees from taxis at the Naples Airport exit, and then be killed by Giorno Giovanna's Stand, angry over his lunchbox.
"I do, I know your Boss."
Jon smiled.
Pausing for a moment, he said meaningfully, "We go way back."
"Just you?"
Luca didn't believe him at all.
Snakes had their holes, mice had their burrows.
Someone like Jon, who looked like a rich kid, couldn't possibly have any connections with the mafia, "Stop lying and tell the truth!"
"Stop shouting here, I'm trying to eat!"
Polnareff was grumpy and slammed the table hard.
Although Avdol didn't speak, he was ready to act at any moment.
Jon signaled the two to calm down and took the initiative to communicate, "I really know your Boss, if you don't believe me, take me to see him, and you'll understand then."
Hearing Jon's words, Luca was a bit unsure.
But then he suddenly realized.
Damn, almost fell for it!
If this kid really knew the Boss, why would they need a small fry like him to lead the way? It was clearly a trick! "Guys, get him!"
Regardless of who he was, let's beat him up first and then talk.
Luca gave the order decisively.
But Jon was quicker than him! With a flicker of his figure, his punches were like a storm.
"Ora, ora, ora, ora!"
Several low-life thugs didn't even realize what was happening. They were sent flying one by one, their eyes rolling back as they lost consciousness.
Cold sweat trickled down Luca's forehead.
"You..."
"I didn't intend to escalate things."
Jon shook his head regretfully.
Why do you, a minor villain, have so many schemes for no reason? My plan was exposed, and I feel embarrassed.
"Hey, hey, Avdol, is it just me or does Jon seem stronger now than when we were in Egypt?"
While Jon negotiated with Luca, Polnareff asked quietly.
Avdol shrugged, "How should I know?"
"In any case, take us to see your superior, don't worry, as long as you behave yourself, I won't lay a hand on you."
Ignoring the 'whispered discussions' of his two teammates, Jon smiled and spoke up.
"Dream on, I won't betray the gang!"
Luca replied tremblingly.
"Do you think I'm negotiating here?"
Jon clenched his fist.
Amidst the rumbling sound, Luca fell silent for a while and eventually chose to compromise.
Jon nodded in satisfaction.
"That's right."
As soon as these words fell, Polnareff started babbling again, "Hey, hey, Avdol, why do I feel like we're the bad guys?"
Upon hearing this, Avdol put on a serious face, "Well, we're not exactly good people, no need to act like one."
With a mixture of praise and teasing, were you two here to perform a skit?
Jon was getting tired of their skit.
He, who was focused entirely on Luca, didn't notice that at the back kitchen door, a pair of eyes were gleaming with excitement.
So cool.
Absolutely cool!
That's a member of the 'Passione', and he just made them back away with a few words!
Although mature for his age, Bugarati still retained a childishness in his heart.
In his impression, the mafia ruled the wharf.
The words of mafia members were even more reliable than those of the police with their big hats.
And now, the arrogant mobsters were taken down by just one person.
Such a visual impact was no less than seeing Ultraman beating up monsters with his own eyes!
In Bugarati's mind, Jon suddenly becoming majestic.
Blinding and mesmerizing.
Bugarati didn't know what had come over him; he was acting as if possessed. Before his brain could react, his body moved on its own.
Like a drowning man who had been trapped in the depths of the sea for a long time, suddenly surfacing.
"Hmm? Little friend, do you need something?"
Seeing Bugarati running over, Jon flashed a friendly smile.
"I-I want to know your name."
Regaining his senses, Bugarati, without his usual composure, lowered his head.
"Jon."
Jon ruffled Bugarati's hair. "I'm Jon Joestar. And you?"
Jon Joestar.
Bugarati silently repeated this name in his heart.
Mustering his courage, he bowed and introduced himself.
"Mr. Joestar, hello, I'm Bruno Bucciarati."