Despite Diablo's belief that he was in control, Scollybee was still at gunpoint, as "Rolling Stone" had predicted.

"Fate..."

"Is it really impossible to resist?"

In front of these two heavy words, Diablo foresaw his own death.

No matter what is done, it is in vain ...

We are all just slaves of fate...

Scollybee's pessimistic words echoed in his mind, making him uneasy.

"No!"

"The 'Emperor' is me, Diablo! It hasn't changed! ”

Diablo gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with infinite fire:

"What about fate?"

"Since fate has destined me to die, then I will shatter this damn fate with my own hands!"

At this moment, he couldn't help but start thinking about a question:

Why does "Rolling Stone" reveal his imminent fate, and what can threaten him, the Dark Emperor who has been invincible for more than a decade?

"Li Qing."

Diablo thought of this bald man who suddenly broke into his low-key life.

"Scollybee seems to have said that Rolling Stone didn't suddenly sense the fate of him and me dying around eight o'clock this morning."

"Around eight o'clock in the morning..."

"Isn't this the same when that damn bald man appeared in my room?!"

"That's right... It was at that time..."

"My Diablo's fate has been changed!"

At this moment, the unfamiliar oriental name of 'Li Qing' suddenly became a poisonous snake that was wrapped around Diablo's heart and refused to leave.

Diablo no longer thinks of him as a disgusting sewer rat, nor as a bedbug that can be strangled to death at his fingertips—Li Qing has become his destined enemy, a nightmare he must erase!

"We can't go on like this anymore."

"I must use all means to mobilize all the forces that can be mobilized to wipe out this bald man as soon as possible!"

Diablo thought so.

Prior to this, he was worried that information about his ability to be a stand-in would be leaked to those organization cadres whose loyalty was questionable, so he only mobilized the most trusted members of the pro-guard team to snipe Li Qing.

And now, Diablo can't take care of that much.

He knew he had to take a small risk and mobilize all the forces that the Passion had at its disposal in Naples to extinguish the fateful enemy before it could rise.

Of course...

His true identity and stand-in ability must never be exposed.

If those organization cadres heard something they shouldn't have heard when dealing with Li Qing, then....

"Today..."Diablo's yellow-green magical pupils gradually welled up with a coldness: "I'm afraid a lot of people will die." ”

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Deep in the Neapolitan prison, VIP suite.

That's right...

In this prison for felons, there is also a VIP suite that is properly decorated, fully furnished, with Internet access and phone calls, refrigerators, TVs, fresh food supplies, and waiters (prison guards) 24 hours a day.

Staying here is Porpo, the organizational leader of Passion, who is in charge of local affairs in Naples.

You can see a hint from this obviously non-conformist VIP suite...

The reason why he lives here is not because he was caught for committing a crime, but because he wants to live himself.

As a big man in the Passion organization, this whole Neapolitan prison, no, this whole Neapolitan city is Porpo's territory.

Polpo wields great power while provoking an endless number of enemies for himself.

Rather than taking the risk of living outside, it is better to live directly in a heavily guarded prison at all times.

Anyway, for Polpo, going to prison feels like going home, and feeling in prison is much better than at home, where everyone is his little brother and speaks nicely....

"Someone!"

"Hurry up and come here.... I have something big to command! ”

Polpo shook the bell in his room and beckoned the guards to come to the door like a hotel attendant:

Soon, a neatly dressed and serious-looking female prison guard pushed the door in:

"Porpo-sama?"

"Any commands?"

Obviously it looked like a righteous and awe-inspiring surprise, but she recognized Porpo, the criminal, as the boss.

Porpo didn't drag his feet at all.

The fat man, who was two meters five or six tall and as bloated as a fat bear that had been raised by Hesse before hibernation, slowly stood up from his luxurious sofa.

He looked at the female prison guard condescendingly:

"First things first, open the door and prepare the car. The boss has an order, and I'm going to go out myself this time. ”

"The second thing is to inform all the members of the organization in Naples, especially the thugs who are on the outskirts of the organization responsible for gathering intelligence on the streets:"

"Let them use all means to search for a bald Oriental named 'Li Qing' in the whole city."

"The third thing..."

Polpo paused slightly, and specially instructed:

"Inform the Bugarati squad and tell them that the organization needs their strength now."

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Naples, a seemingly unremarkable tea restaurant.

This is actually the permanent base of the Bugarati team.

The Bugarati squad is a combat squad under Polpo's command composed entirely of stand-in messengers, responsible for maintaining order in the Neapolitan underground and doing some dirty work by the way.

Of course, it's a squad....

In fact, there are only three people in total now, and they are basically minors:

18-year-old Bruno Bugalati.

14-year-old Panakoda Fogar.

15-year-old Naranga Gilka.

Although these three people are too young to speak, as the highest combat force that Polpo trusts the most, their own strength is of course beyond doubt.

However, this number is still a little less.

The leader of the team, Bugarati, has also been selecting suitable stand-in messengers to enrich his team.

And today, it is just the time for a newcomer to join the team:

"Leo Apaqui, 19..."

"Former occupation as a police officer?"

"Hey, hey... If you don't have a good policeman, why do you come to gangster with us? Are you here to be an undercover agent? ”

Looking at the newcomer to the team named Apaki, who had just finished introducing himself, Fogg, who had a little temper, was the first to question.

At this time, the captain Bugarati was outside to receive a temporary call from a boss.

The responsibility of "getting to know each other" with newcomers naturally falls on Fogg, who is only 14 years old but is the second veteran to join the team.

"19?"

"Older than Bugalati... It's a whole year older than me..."

"One, two, three, four... Four years old! ”

"Older than Fugar... One, two, three..."

Naranga, the 'genius child' who didn't have any skills added to math, wrenched his fingers and counted the age gap between the newcomer Apaki and them with a serious face.

Of course, no matter what Naranga is doing...

He didn't even look at the so-called newcomer.

"Do you want to give the newcomer a disgrace?"

"It's boring..."

Apache pursed the corners of his lips imperceptibly, and instead answered Fugar's question calmly:

"I told Bugarati before I joined the team."

"That's right... I used to be a police officer, but I left the police force for some reason, and now I'm going to work as a gangster. ”

"As for whether I'm undercover?"

"Hehe..."

He shrugged helplessly and smiled:

"When I was a police officer, I knew that this country called Italy was rotten from the inside out."

"Isn't the so-called 'police force' a branch run by you mafia?"

"Whose bottom am I lying in?"

"Hahahaha."

Hearing this, Fogg immediately restrained his violent temper and laughed exaggeratedly:

"Just kidding, I'm just kidding."

"You're a newcomer, we're definitely going to take care of you!"

"Come!"

"I drank this cup of tea first, and then I will be my own people!"

With that, Fogg rose from the table and kindly poured Apaki a steaming cup of black tea.

And then...

In front of Apaji, he leaned over and pulled out a lump of black mud from under his shoes, threw it into his teacup, and stirred it with his fingers.

"Come on!"

"Apachi, drink it!"

Fogg shoved the blackened cup of tea in front of Apaji, smiling heavily.

"Cut... Pediatrics. ”

"All organizations have the means to welcome new people, and now it seems .... Compared to the police force, you gangsters are not black enough! ”

Apachi made no secret of his disdain.

As he spoke, he picked up the cup of freshly baked muddy water and drank it all without changing his face.

"Isn't it..."

"Did he really drink it?"

Both Fogg and Naranga were overwhelmed by this hand.

"What a ruthless character."

"This kind of guy is in the team, and the newcomers who join in the future will definitely be sad, right?"

Seeing Apaji's skillful performance in 'newcomer hospitality', they couldn't help but worry about the newcomers who might join the team next.

At this time, Bugarati came back after making a phone call.

This man who is only 18 years old can always reveal a special temperament like an adult who is as calm as an adult and as an elderly person as a spring breeze:

"Apaki."

"How's it going, how are you running in with Fuge and Naranga?"

"It's good."

Apaki said lightly: "These two 'little' seniors are very good at taking care of people. ”

"That's good..."

Bugarati's slightly suspicious gaze swirled back and forth on the sinister faces of Fogg and Naranga, but in the end he didn't say anything more:

"Now that everyone knows each other, let's get to the point!"

"It was a bit sudden, but..."

"Apaki."

He deliberately glanced at the newcomer who had just joined the squad: "Your first mission after becoming a gangster is here." ”

"Oh?"

Apaki asked with interest, "What is the mission?" ”

Bugarati took a deep breath and slowly replied, "Kill." ”