Chapter 47: An Unforgettable Party

That night, "Venosa" Café felt more like a chaotic festival than just an ordinary party. Colored lights filled the place, the music blared loudly, and the tables were packed with food and drinks as everyone celebrated the return of Lucchini—the doctor who never imagined he'd end up among such an unconventional gang.

Marco moved through the crowd with a wide grin, handing out drinks and shouting:

"Drink and enjoy! Tonight, everything is on Franco!"

Franco (shocked): "What?! Wait, when did I say that?!"

Marco (patting his shoulder): "You said it the moment you decided to come to the party! So, enjoy and pay later!"

As laughter spread through the café, Salvo—now overly excited—decided to steal the spotlight.

Salvo (shouting): "Ladies and gentlemen! It's time for the performance that no one asked for, but it's absolutely necessary!"

He jumped into the center of the café and pointed at Franco.

Salvo: "Franco, come here! It's time to show our skills!"

Franco (hesitant): "What skills?"

Salvo: "Dancing, you idiot!"

Without waiting for Franco's approval, Salvo dragged him to the middle of the café and signaled to Colombo to play some music. Seconds later, an old Italian song with an upbeat rhythm filled the air, and the two started moving their hands and feet in the most uncoordinated way possible.

Franco (whispering while dancing): "We look like injured penguins!"

Salvo: "Doesn't matter! Look, they're clapping for us!"

But the applause wasn't for their amazing dance moves—it was because of the uncontrollable laughter that overtook the crowd. Everyone was watching Franco and Salvo dance like two chickens trying to fly for the first time.

Then, suddenly, as the chaos reached its peak, a huge, bald man with muscles that looked like they could rip through his shirt stepped into the café. His head gleamed like a car's headlights. This was Rocco—an old friend of Marco.

Rocco (watching the bizarre dancing): "What is this? Are you trying to summon spirits, or are you having a collective seizure?"

Franco (panting while dancing): "It's... talent!"

Rocco (raising an eyebrow): "If this is talent, then I'm Michael Jackson."

Then, without any warning, Rocco joined them in the dance! To everyone's surprise, this massive man—who looked like he could lift a car with one hand—turned out to be an incredible dancer!

He moved with unbelievable grace, and the crowd erupted in cheers!

Marco (laughing and clapping): "Rocco! Since when have you been hiding this talent?!"

Rocco (spinning elegantly): "Since I decided not to ruin my reputation!"

Salvo (trying to copy Rocco but tripping and falling on his face): "Aaaah! I knew I'd die like this!"

Franco (helping him up): "Get up before they think you're doing a dramatic performance."

Everyone burst into laughter—even Lucchini, the reserved doctor, couldn't help but clap and laugh.

As the excitement peaked, Colombo—the quiet hacker—felt inspired. He grabbed his laptop and projected a hilarious video on the café's big screen. It was an edited montage of Marco, Franco, and Salvo dancing in exaggerated, cartoonish ways!

Marco (rushing to Colombo): "You little rat! How did you do this?!"

Colombo (laughing): "Just a quick edit! Wait till you see the full version!"

The entire café erupted in laughter. No one was left out of the fun.

But outside, in the shadows, a mysterious figure stood, watching everything with a cold smile. Beside him, a lifeless body was slowly losing its warmth.

He looked at the noisy celebration, then whispered ominously:

"This party won't last forever..."

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Chapter 47 (Part 2): A Truly Unforgettable Party!

After the bizarre dance show featuring Franco, Salvo, and Rocco, the excitement turned into a wave of collective hysteria. People were laughing, clapping, and even some random café customers—who had nothing to do with the gang—started dancing as if they had been enchanted by some wild spell.

Suddenly, one of the guests jumped onto a table, raised his hand, and shouted:

"I officially declare my membership in Marco's gang! This gang is full of lunatics, and I love it!"

And just like that, the madness spread! Four more people stood up and raised their hands:

"Me too!"

"Count me in! The other gangs are boring, but this one is full of comedy and crazy moments!"

"I've been looking for a second family, and I think I've found my place here!"

Marco stood in the corner, watching with a devilish grin. He leaned towards Franco and whispered:

"Didn't I tell you? We don't search for members—members come searching for us!"

Franco (sarcastically): "Yeah, seems like people are more drawn to madness than actual crime."

Lucino, the café owner, couldn't hold himself back anymore! He jumped onto a table, raised his coffee cup, and shouted:

"If you're all joining, then I can't stay out of it! From today, Lucino is no longer just a café owner—he's an official member of Marco's gang!"

The crowd cheered his name as he grabbed the café's microphone and started singing dramatically:

"I am Luuucino... the owner of Venoosaaa... and today, I have become a mafiaaassoooo..."

As he sang, Marco, Franco, and Salvo struggled to hold back their laughter.

Franco (whispering to Salvo): "If he keeps this up, we're going to lose the last shred of respect we have in this neighborhood."

Salvo (laughing): "Don't worry, respect is overrated. We need more laughter!"

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The Entrance of a Legend: Luca Feri!

Suddenly, the music stopped, and the café door swung open violently.

Luca Feri—an enormous man with muscles that looked like they were sculpted from steel—entered. His heavy footsteps shook the ground. But shockingly, his men stayed outside guarding the café, while Luca himself joined the party.

Luca (in his deep voice): "I have come... to dance!"

Marco (stunned): "Wait... what?!"

Before anyone could process what was happening, Luca Feri started dancing! But he wasn't dancing alone—he was holding his machine gun like a dance partner, twirling it as if he were in a Broadway musical!

Franco (whispering to Salvo): "I'm watching a giant man dance with his weapon... Please tell me I'm dreaming."

Salvo (clapping excitedly): "If you're dreaming, don't wake me up!"

Even Lucino joined in, grabbing a giant spoon instead of a gun and mimicking Luca's moves sarcastically!

Lucino (shouting): "I also have my own weapon—the Spoon of Doom!"

The café exploded with laughter, and Luca paused for a moment to look at Lucino. He raised an eyebrow and said:

"I like your style... You're officially my brother in arms!"

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A Feast of Chaos!

After the dancing madness, it was finally time to eat. Tables were filled with delicious Italian dishes—pasta, pizza, lasagna, seafood, and mountains of cheese!

But, of course, this gang couldn't eat normally.

Rocco, starving, grabbed a massive plate of pasta and tried to devour it in one bite. But just as he was about to, Luca Feri snatched it away at the last second!

Rocco (furious): "You giant beast! I was about to break a world record!"

Luca (chewing pasta): "You're too slow. In the underworld, food goes to the strongest!"

Laughter filled the air as Franco and Salvo began a pizza-eating contest.

But as always, nothing with this gang could stay normal for long. And outside, the mysterious figure in the shadows took one last glance at the celebration before whispering:

"Let them laugh while they can... their real test is coming soon."