Chapter 5: It Seems That My Current Job Is To Deal With Things Like This New Just now
[Get an ordinary blind box. Do you want to open it? ]
[Open successfully, gain one cubic meter of basic storage space (can be stacked).]
Storage space? That's not bad.
According to Lan's perception, as long as he thought about it, he could see an illusory storage space.
He can put in and take out various items on his own, though.
"That's good too. After I open the blind box and get something, I can put it directly into this storage space."
"And this time, I opened a cubic meter, which can be stacked. Maybe I can add more space when I open blind boxes in the future."
"There are blind boxes around Light Nostrade; there is no reason why his daughter, Neon, who is a more key figure, would not have!"
As a character who appears in the plot and promotes the development of the story to a certain extent, Light Nostrade naturally has a blind box next to him.
It's a pity that it's only an ordinary level.
About Neon Nostrade, Lan is looking forward to meeting her and getting a higher-level blind box!
"If I'm right, blind boxes won't appear just once."
"As the plot progresses, when a character becomes more important and plays a larger role in a certain chapter, it will reappear next to the character, and its level will also become higher..."
In that case, he really has to go to the Nostrade family.
These thoughts flashed quickly in Lan's mind, and at this moment, Light Nostrade, in front of him, also finished talking about those superficial clichés things.
"That's the case right now. Our Nostrade family is definitely the mafia family with the most potential for development right now."
He pursed his lips, which were dry from talking, and finally concluded: "In short, joining us is definitely a correct and wise choice."
Just as he finished saying this.
"Hahahahahaha, Light, you really dare to say that!!"
A harsh, mocking voice was heard nearby.
"What about the Nostrade family? When will a guy like you be able to establish a family?"
Anyone can hear the sarcasm and ridicule in those words.
"Ken Porter!!"
Light Nostrade's face suddenly darkened.
Hearing that familiar accent, he knew which bastard said that without even looking.
"You rubbish are here too?!"
Light Nostrade had a particularly unhappy expression on his face as he looked at the two people who had made the sound and were walking towards him.
"Why, if the fruit flies in your toilet to look for food, it's reasonable for me to follow with a fly swatter, right?"
Ken Porter, who was walking in front, was thin, had a hooked nose and sunken cheeks, said with a forced smile.
"If a wretch like you can come out to look for trash, then of course I can come out and look for a beast to assist me."
After Ken Porter finished speaking, the tall and strong man with huge muscles bulging out of his body, who was following behind him, blew out a cloud of white air from his nostrils.
The beast described by Ken Porter had dark skin and a shiny bald head. He also cooperated by posing with his muscles.
Looking at Lan, who looked particularly thin compared to him, there was obvious contempt in his eyes.
"Humph, maybe it's just good-looking but useless stuff."
Light Nostrade couldn't help but snorted coldly.
This guy named Ken Porter, like him, is a small leader under the Ritz Family.
It can be said that they are on an equal footing with each other, and because of this, the two rivals in the same industry dislike each other.
They all think about how to suppress and step on the other party to get to the top and wish they could kill the other party completely as soon as they get the chance.
"Looks good but not useful?"
Ken Porter's hooked nose twitched, and he said with a fake smile: "You are talking about yourself, right?"
"Your shabby family boasts of its potential..."
As he spoke, he looked at Lan standing beside him and shook his head: "Sure enough, trash attracts trash."
"It's really appropriate and fitting for a useless family to recruit useless people. Hahahaha!"
"You bastard..."
Light Nostrade's face suddenly became very ugly.
He wanted to open his mouth to curse back, but the dark bald man behind Ken Porter stared at him intently, forcing him to hold back his words.
"Let's go; there's no point staying here at all."
Seeing that Light Nostrade was still so cowardly and submissive, the other members of the mafia families nearby, who were watching the fun, laughed loudly.
Enjoying this highlight moment that attracted everyone's attention, Ken Porter, feeling extremely happy, turned around happily and waved to the dark-skinned man from Meteor City whom he had just recruited.
"Bullying trash will only dirty our hands."
With a smile full of victory, he was about to leave.
But it was at this moment.
"Boss, are you just going to let them go like this?"
A rather bland voice sounded in the venue.
"Um?!"
Ken Porter paused and turned around when he heard the sound.
"What do you mean?"
Even Light Nostrade, who had a very gloomy face, turned his head and looked at Lan, who was speaking.
"I mean..."
Lan pointed his finger toward Ken Porter and asked calmly: "These two pieces of shit came to disgust us, and we just let them leave like that?"
"Don't you want to clean it up?"
"Of course, if you're afraid of getting your hands dirty, boss..."
Lan spread his hands slightly and said with a smile: "You can also let me do it for you."
"After all, my current job seems to be to deal with things like this, right?"