Port Mafia is a bunch of psychos.
The boss who likes to buy little dresses is best to be electrocuted to death. Every one of his abnormal colleagues can't be found. There is no place more suitable for them than a mental hospital.
Every day when I work overtime, I look at a pile of corpses and think, am I not a civilian?
If civilians are allowed to do such a 9-to-5 job, their bosses and superiors should be punished by God.
As a result, I was punished by God first.
Ha ha.
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In fact, the second life was quite good. Money, power, love, the perfection that I could never pursue even with all my life, are now at my fingertips, and they are all gathered around me.
So you are here to enjoy the blessings... Maybe you are a little too lucky.
When I once again found creatures like mafia around me, I realized that my peaceful life was about to end, because soon this profession would begin to multiply endlessly in my life.
Does the God of this world really want me to live in comfort?
Just to torture me.
... No more.
My cousin who suddenly recognized a brown-haired boss brought his boss to come to me for direct employment as a boss.
Vongola, right? He's not selling aquatic products, so I won't join. Otherwise, do you mafia have any high-level sales of aquatic products?
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*No cp in the text
*Write little by little
*Any similarity is purely coincidental.
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