The Wonderful Journey of the Best Villain

For Bugalati, the appearance of Misda and then joining his team was too sudden, even he didn't even think of it.

The various things that happened later made the captain of his team shameless to face.

It was a sunny afternoon. Although he had already expressed his determination to Foge, Naranga, and Apache, and had great confidence in finding new members, Bugara made a request.

Bugarati is a perfect person. He is born with a brave and kind heart. He does not exist as a gangster because of greed, evil and laziness. In fact, he has the same ability as his own substitute. His desire is just that. In the morning with the beautiful sea and calm daylight, he repaired the fishing nets for his father.

No one could have imagined that the thin teenager who had always had this dream would stabbed two strong men to death in his father's quiet ward on a dark night.

Because Bugarati has a brave and kind heart.

He is a gentle person, but also a sharp person. It is the balance of these two things that makes him a perfect person.

But is there really a perfect person in this world?

Precise judgment, absolute patience, gentle and decisive character, as well as the general's strong strength and kind principle of not killing ants.

There are only two kinds of people in this world, those who like Bugarati and those who haven't seen Bugarati.

But the story about him is a story of redemption, and the redeemed person is actually him, and the redeemed person is the son of God.

The Goldwind blown by Naples is a story about Bucarati, who was chosen by a **** immersed in darkness, sent to heaven.

It was Gioruno Chopana who reminded him that his dream is just to sew a fishing net for his father in the morning with the fresh sea breeze and beautiful sunshine, just like he sews his broken family.

It is only for the sake of returning to my benevolent father to speak my broken prayers after I have fallen into a kingdom of innocence.

Such Bucarati has taken a fancy to Misda.

In that bright afternoon, the assassination team betrayed, and Italy was ups and downs.

Bugarati was asked by Mrs. Mary to find his son. As soon as he entered the sewer—where those suckers converged, he saw a man in prison uniform beating a teenager, who was older than the same age. The child is older, and his arms are covered with needles.

That is Mrs. Mary's son.

The man in the gray uniform that drove the prisoners was Misda.

The reason why he beat Mrs. Mary's son was just that he sucked and said how he beat his own mother, and said filthy things, but Mista heard it and beat him directly.

"I hate the man who bullies the mother-in-law the most." Misda said so, and at the same time showed a deep aversion to drugs.

Asked why he stayed here, he made no secret of saying that he was a fugitive and was going to leave here in the dark.

After solving Mrs. Mary's matter, Bugarati gave Misda a sum of money to manage his image and asked him to come to the restaurant where he often stayed.

He thoroughly investigated the reasons for Misda's imprisonment, his various deeds, and he knew that he would get his first companion. This was God's arrangement.

At that time, relying on his accurate judgment, he found in Misda—

Justice, bravery, fool, good luck, loyalty.

What I should think of is that I forced him, even if I think about it, I should know that I should never bring Misda.

Bugarati sighed silently, Misda must have made a huge determination to betray him. This determination must make him suffer like a grasshopper on the fire.

I'm very sorry.

This feeling of regret and trust made him not believe that Misda would tell all the information about his team, because

In the icy alley, Misda's dexterity flashed, his ability was originally good at street fighting, as if there was no Apache, fighting him alone, his winning rate would not be very large.

After all, Apache and himself have worked together several times and know how to cooperate with each other to seize the opportunity.

Apache was about to chase Misda, but Bugarati stopped him, and Apache's purple eyes revealed suspicion, as if to say, ‘are you still hopeful for him? ’

"No," Bugarati saw through Apache's thoughts and said decisively: "I have nothing to do with him, but I know him."

Bugara paused, frowned, and his jet-black eyes were full of stubborn colors. He said: "Misda is not the kind of person who will run away if he knows he can't be defeated, like Jonson Joffrey If the order given to him is to fight us, he will definitely fight to the last moment of his life."

"My vision can't be wrong, because he is such a person."

"The reason for his escape is simple, and that is to delay time."

"Oh! Qoruno is in danger!"

Apache also suddenly realized that Jonson Joffrey’s strength, of course, Apache understands. After several cooperations, he also understands that although Qiaoruno is very young, his strength is not weak. At the same time, he is loyal to this team. I saw it.

He was originally because Gioruno was just a child, and his sense of justice couldn't accept a young man joining the gang. He wanted to scare him away with his fierce appearance. Unfortunately, the young man did not retreat at all, but insisted on himself more stubbornly.

Bugarati rushed through the intricate alley with Apache. At a corner, he almost ran into Gioruno, who was holding Trihugh.

"Choruno!" Bugarati shouted, and then grabbed his shoulder. "Are you all right."

Qiao Luno smiled, "I'm fine, Bugarati, although it took a little effort, but Jonson Joffrey is too arrogant. I was lucky to beat him."

Apache frowned and walked to Choruno, "I said it was all right, my shoulder hurt."

Bugarati let go, and found that he was pressing on Gioruno's wound, he quickly withdrew his hand, "Sorry, Gioruno."

"Oh," Qiao Luno turned his head, pretending to be slightly surprised, and said, "I didn't even notice it. I guess it was a gravel hit."

When people are fighting, their emotions reach their peak, and they even forget the pain for a while. Even at this point, Qoruno can grasp it well.

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"His," Misda took a breath, watching the wound on his shoulder because it was out of Bugarati's range, the zipper disappeared, and there was only an indescribable wound with a smooth cut surface.

There was only one muscle left in the whole arm hanging, and the blood was flowing.

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