Chapter 140 Question and Answer Challenge

Late at night, half past eleven.

General Colt had completed a phone call, but Li Qing and his companions were still stuck on the highway outside Rome.

The traffic jam lasted for a long time, and Giorno and others who were originally taking a nap woke up.

Their mental and physical strength had been replenished, but they couldn't help feeling a little hungry as they hadn't eaten all night on the march.

Finally, they decided to stop at a roadside service area, take a break, and then continue on their journey.

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

Countless car owners fleeing northward from the disaster area in Naples gathered on this highway, adding a lot of popularity to this place that it doesn't usually have.

When Li Qing and others walked into a McDonald's to eat, there were already quite a few diners sitting inside.

Most of them are drivers who failed to eat on time due to traffic jams, so they eat in a hurry, which looks very ungraceful.

There was one person who was different:

The man was about thirty years old, wearing a well-fitting suit and gold-rimmed glasses. He ate without making any noise and had a very elegant temperament.

This alone certainly couldn't attract Li Qing's attention.

What caught Li Qing's attention inadvertently was actually a large book placed in front of the man.

He sat alone by the window, carefully flipping through the book in front of him while leisurely sipping the drink on the table.

This temperament and this demeanor seem to allow the reader to transcend the chaos and noise around him and possess an elegant temperament that is detached from the world.

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

"What a damn good pretender!"

"It's so noisy in McDonald's, you'll be in trouble if you can read a book here..."

He couldn't help but speculate maliciously about the man's intention of reading in the fast food restaurant, and the man seemed to notice him.

The two strangers looked at each other briefly, then looked away with a smile.

Li Qing ignored him and just sat down at the table next to him with Giorno and the others.

Bucciarati went up alone to order food, while the rest of the group sat at the table and discussed their trip to Pisa:

"It took us all night to get to Rome. Isn't driving too slow?"

"How about we get off the highway and switch to planes and trains?"

Naranja suggested anxiously.

"The news said that because of the paralysis caused by the earthquake, all trains in central and southern Italy have stopped running."

"As for the plane... let's not talk about whether there are suitable flights now..."

Li Qing thought about the vehicles that died in the line of duty today, and found that he couldn't count how many victims there were at the moment.

"Let's just forget it."

“The car is slower, but at least it’s safe.”

Giorno understood Li Qing's idea, and he said helpfully:

"Once we pass through Rome, the transportation hub, the journey will be much easier."

"There are only 400 kilometers left from Rome to Pisa. As long as there is no traffic jam, we can drive 120 kilometers smoothly."

“I see!”

Narancia's anxiety was slightly relieved .

He couldn't help but count the remaining distance on his fingers:

"400 kilometers, the speed is 120 kilometers per hour, 400 divided by 120..."

"Um... it would be easier to calculate if I remove the decimals..."

“400 divided by 100…it’ll be there in 4 hours!”

Narancia spent half a minute and came up with the answer with difficulty.

He knew that he was not good at math, but in order to better assist Bucciarati, Narancia was always looking for opportunities to hone his abilities in this area.

The companions present all knew his habits, so even after hearing such a wrong answer, they did not react excessively.

However, there was a burst of harsh laughter from the side:

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"400 divided by 120... Is there anyone who can't solve this elementary school problem?"

The one who laughed was the middle-aged man who was reading a book in his seat.

Just as Li Qing maliciously guessed, this guy was not reading the book seriously.

Hearing Naranja's erroneous answer, he closed the book and couldn't help laughing:

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

"What's the point of having a brain for a guy who's not even as good as an elementary school student?"

"What did you say?"

Fugo glared at the guy angrily:

He also often got angry and cursed when teaching Naranja Mathematics.

But being scolded by your own brothers is one thing, and being maliciously humiliated by strangers is another.

Hearing the middle-aged man blatantly mocking his friend's intelligence, Fugo immediately slammed the table in anger:

"Try to say that again?!"

"hehe."

The middle-aged man was not at all frightened by the violent side of Fugo.

He stared at Narancia and Fugo with a sneer, and said without flinching:

"You want to force me to surrender?"

"Even if you did it, so what? Does that change the fact that you're idiots?"

"Neanderthals tens of thousands of years ago were physically stronger than Homo sapiens, and their fists were bigger than Homo sapiens, but what happened later?"

"They were exterminated by the smarter Homo sapiens because they were unable to master knowledge!"

The middle-aged man pushed the frame of his glasses on his nose, his tone full of disdain.

His eyes were like he was looking down at a group of dirty pigs huddled together in a pile of manure, full of disdain:

“I can’t even master the most basic knowledge…”

"I think you should stop living in this world and pollute the next generation of human beings with your inferior genes!"

"Asshole!"

Fugo rushed forward and almost punched the guy in the face.

Fortunately, the calm Apache was there to hold him back, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to enjoy the meal properly.

The middle-aged man was so frightened that he held his head and trembled. After he recovered, he still said stubbornly:

"Barbarians only know how to use knives and guns."

"No matter how big your fists are, I will never give in. If you want me to bow my head and change my words, you have to defeat me in 'knowledge'!"

"Defeat you with knowledge?"

Fugo calmed down immediately.

As a child prodigy who was admitted to university at the age of 13 and a genius with a photographic memory, he couldn't help but become interested in this proposal.

As he thought about it, Fu Ge looked at the middle-aged man with a hint of teasing in his eyes:

"Comparing wisdom with me? Haha... Tell me, how do you want to play!"

“It’s very simple.”

The middle-aged man straightened his slightly messy collar and said seriously:

"It's about who has more knowledge."

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

"Whoever fails to answer the other person's question first and cannot come up with another question that stumps the other person loses."

"Of course, you have to know the answers to the questions you ask others."

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

Since the meal wasn't served yet and he had nothing to do anyway, Fugo decided to play with this self-righteous and foul-mouthed man to the end:

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

"but…"

Fugo asked very seriously:

"You can ask any questions you want. No restrictions on subject matter or category?"

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

The middle-aged man also held back his energy:

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

"Astronomy, geography, physics, chemistry, economics, history... all of these are fine."

"But if you ask me to answer your mother's birthday or your father's favorite dish, that would be unreasonable."

"Tsk, I wouldn't use such a boring trick!"

Fugo snorted disdainfully:

"Don't think I can win just because I'm young."

"I, Fugo, will defeat you fair and square with my knowledge today!"

"good!"

"If you can really ask me a question that I can't answer, then I will kneel on the ground and admit my mistake to you and your friends."

"And if you lose... hehe..."

The middle-aged man excitedly pressed down the large book on the table with his hands and fixed his eyes on Fugo's face:

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

“Hello…”

Li Qing always felt something was wrong.

He pulled Fugo's arm and reminded him softly:

"We are still being hunted by someone, there is no need to make enemies with them for no reason."

"Let him talk stinky, we just ignore him."

"fine!"

Fugo waved his hand impatiently. He had been inspired by the middle-aged man.

"Since he thinks that he is smarter than others and that stupid people have no right to live in this world, I will definitely defeat him in the field where he is best at!"

"Besides... it's just a quiz game, nothing serious will happen."

Then, Fugo replied seriously:

"Uncle Four Eyes, I accept your challenge!"

"good."

"Challenge established—"

The middle-aged man laughed and let out a long tail sound. The huge book placed in front of him suddenly floated into the air.

It was suspended in front of Fugo, the pages moved without wind, and even flashed a dazzling light.

"Is this…"

Fugo's face fell immediately: "Substitute?!"

"That's right."

The middle-aged man calmly sat back in his seat and said with a meaningful smile:

"Dear challenger, let us get to know each other again."