Late at night, half past eleven.

General Colt had already finished a call, and Li Qing and his companions were still stuck in the highway outside Rome.

It was blocked for a long time, and Giorno and the others, who were supposed to take a nap, woke up.

Their mental and physical strength had been replenished, but they had not eaten all night on the march, and they were inevitably a little hungry.

Eventually, they decided to stop at the service area on the side of the road and take a break before leaving.

Although it was late at night, the service area did not seem deserted at all.

Countless car owners who fled north from the stricken areas of Naples have gathered on this highway, adding to the popularity of many places that are not usually available.

When Li Qing and the others casually walked into a McDonald's to prepare for dinner, there were already many diners sitting inside.

Most of them are drivers who don't eat in time because of traffic jams, and they can't help but gobble up a little when they eat, which looks very ungraceful.

But there is one person who is different:

The man was about thirty years old, dressed in a decent suit, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, eating without making a sound at all, and his temperament was very elegant.

This alone, of course, can't attract Li Qing's attention.

What made Li Qing inadvertently cast his eyes was that it was actually a tome of books in front of the man.

He sat alone by the window, looking through the books in front of him and sipping the drinks on the table.

This temperament, this attitude, seems to make this reader transcend the surrounding noise and have a transcendent and elegant temperament.

Seeing such a scene, Li Qing couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

"What a fucking pretend!"

"McDonald's is so noisy, you can read a book here..."

He couldn't help but speculate viciously about the man's intentions in reading in the fast-food restaurant, and the man seemed to notice him.

The two strangers glanced at each other slightly, each smiling back.

Li Qing didn't pay much attention to him, but just sat down at the table next to him with Giorno and the others.

Bugarati went up to order food alone, while the rest of the people sat at the table and discussed the trip to Pisa:

"Isn't it too slow to drive to Rome after a night of walking?"

"Why don't we get off the highway and change planes and trains?"

Naranga suggested with some anxiety.

"It was said in the news that trains in the central and southern parts of Italy have been suspended due to the paralysis of the lines caused by the earthquake."

"As for the plane... Not to mention if there are any suitable flights right now..."

Li Qing thought back to the means of transportation that died in the line of duty today, and found that he couldn't count the number of victims for a while.

"Forget it."

"The car is a little slower, but at least it's safe."

Giorno understood Li Qing's thoughts, and he helped and said:

"Once you get past Rome, the transport hub, the rest of the road will be much easier."

"There are just over 400 kilometers left to get from Rome to Pisa, and as long as there is no traffic jam in the next place, our car can drive smoothly to 120 kilometers."

"That's it!"

Naranga's anxiety eased slightly.

He couldn't hold back, and he pulled his fingers and calculated the rest of the way:

"400 km/h, speed 120 km/h, 400 divided by 120..."

"Uh.... Erasing the odds should make it a little better..."

"400 divided by 100... It's only available in 4 hours! ”

It took Naranga half a minute, with great difficulty, to come up with an answer.

He knew that he was not good at math, but in order to better assist Bugarati, Naranga was still looking for opportunities to practice this ability.

Several of his companions in the room knew about his habits, so they didn't overreact even when they heard such a wrong answer.

However, there was a shrill laughter from the side:

"Hahahaha!"

"400 divided by 120... No one knows how to do this kind of elementary school problem? ”

It was the middle-aged man who was reading a book in his seat who was laughing.

As Li Qing maliciously guessed, this guy really wasn't reading seriously.

Hearing Naranga say such a false answer, he closed the book and couldn't help laughing:

"400 divided by 120 equals 4... Hahaha..."

"This kind of guy who is not even as good as a primary school student, what's the use of having a brain!"

"What did you say?"

Fogg glared at the guy very irritablely:

He also often gets angry and swears while teaching Naranga math.

But it's one thing to be scolded by one's own brother, it's another to be maliciously humiliated by a stranger.

Hearing the middle-aged man so blatantly mock his friend's IQ, Fogg immediately slapped the table in anger:

"You can say one more thing?!"

"Huh."

The middle-aged man was not at all intimidated by Fugg's irascible side.

He sneered and stared at Naranga and Fuge, and said without flinching:

"You want to use force to bring me to my knees?"

"Even if you do, does that change the fact that you're stupid?"

"Tens of thousands of years ago, Neanderthals were physically stronger than Homo sapiens and had bigger fists than Homo sapiens, but what about later?"

"It's not because they can't grasp the knowledge that they have been exterminated by Homo sapiens with better minds!"

The middle-aged man pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose, his eyes filled with deep disdain.

This look is like looking at a dirty pig arched on a dung heap, and the disgust and disgust contained in it are almost completely undisguised:

"I can't even grasp the most basic knowledge..."

"I don't think you should live in the world and pollute the next generation with your inferior genes!"

"Bastard!"

Fogg rushed forward, barely hitting the guy in the face.

Fortunately, Apaji, who was calm after all, pulled him by the side, otherwise this meal would not have been able to eat well.

And the middle-aged man was so frightened by this that he held his head and trembled, but after relieving himself, he was still very hard-mouthed:

"Barbarians, they know how to use knives and guns."

"If you want me to bow my head and change my words, if you have the ability, you can beat me in 'knowledge'!"

"Defeat you with knowledge?"

Fogg calmed down a little.

As a prodigy who was admitted to university at the age of 13 and has the ability to never forget, he couldn't help but be a little interested in this proposal.

Thinking about it, Fogg couldn't help but look at the middle-aged man's eyes with a little mockery:

"Compare wisdom with me? Huh..."

"Say it, how do you want to play!"

"It's simple."

The middle-aged man tidied up his slightly messy collar, and said solemnly:

"It's more knowledgeable than anyone else."

"Everyone asks each other questions, one asks, one answers."

"Whoever fails to answer the other person's question first, and is unable to ask another question that will stump the other person, loses.".

"Of course, you have to know the answer to the question you ask someone."

The rules are simple, just a very ordinary quiz game.

Anyway, the meal hasn't been served yet, and if you're idle, you're idle, so Fu Ge simply played with this self-righteous stinky man to the end:

"Okay, let's play this quiz game!"

"But..."

Fogg asked very seriously:

"Ask any question? There is no limit to the subject matter, no limit to the category? ”

"That's right, there is no limit to the subject matter, and there is no limit to the category."

The middle-aged man also held back his strength:

"The only requirement is that the question you ask must be within the narrow meaning of 'knowledge.'"

"Astronomy and geography, physical chemistry, economic history... These are fine. ”

"But if you ask me to answer what your mother's birthday is and what your father likes to eat, you're making a fuss."

"Cut, I'm not going to use such a boring trick!"

Fogg snorted disdainfully:

"Don't look at me at my young age and think I can win."

"I, Fuge, will defeat you with knowledge today!"

"Good!"

"If you can really ask a question that I can't answer, then I'll get on my knees and confess to you and your friends."

"And if you lose... Huh..."

The middle-aged man excitedly pressed the tome on the table with his hand and fixed his gaze on Fuge's face:

"So, do you dare to formally accept the challenge?"

"Hey, hey..."

Li Qing always felt that something was wrong.

He grabbed Fogg's arm and reminded softly:

"We're still being hunted down and killed, so there's no need to grudge against people for no reason."

"Let him have a bad mouth, let's just ignore him."

"It's fine!"

Fogg waved his hand impatiently, he had already been aroused by the middle-aged man:

"Since he thinks that his wisdom is superior to others, and he thinks that stupid people are not qualified to survive in the world, then I have to defeat him in the field he is best at!"

"Besides... Just play a quiz game, and nothing will happen. ”

As he spoke, Fogg replied solemnly:

"Uncle Four-Eyes, I accept your challenge!"

"Okay."

"The challenge is established—"

The middle-aged man laughed and dragged out a long tail note, and the tome in front of him suddenly floated into the air.

It hovered in front of Fogg, the pages of the book moving automatically without wind, and even shimmering with a dazzling light.

"W-Is this..."

Fuge's face suddenly collapsed: "Stand-in?!" ”

"That's right."

The middle-aged man sat back in his seat on the ground and smiled meaningfully:

"Dear challenger, let's get to know each other:"

"Tech Group, Adam Cheever."

As he spoke, the man named Adam pointed to the book floating in front of him:

"This is my stand-in, and its name is 'Know or Not.'"