Chapter 123

"Bucciarati, why did you buy so much fruit?" "There's only a few of us, we can never finish all this stuff." "Not to mention you actually bought a truck." "What good is this vehicle to us?" "Sure, we make more money than ordinary people, but our money doesn't grow on trees." "And what on earth are you wearing!" "That outfit is way too ugly!" Once they were on the road driving the truck with only their own people around, Abbacchio, who had kept quiet until now, finally let his urge to complain burst forth. As he drove, he went on a full rant at Bucciarati. Facing this situation, Bucciarati—who had barely managed to escape—was utterly exhausted in body and mind. At a time like this, Bucciarati had zero desire to argue with Abbacchio. All he wanted right now was to hurry back to their home base, collapse onto a bed, and fall fast asleep. So, listening to Abbacchio's complaints and wishing to avoid an argument, Bucciarati simply used Sticky Fingers to seal up his own ear canals. Then, acting like a little quail, Bucciarati closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.