Chapter 183 Speed Competition
Rome at night.
This ancient and prosperous city is still brightly lit.
Diablo sat in an ordinary little bar, in a shadowy corner where the lights could not reach, facing the computer screen that was glowing with a faint blue light, waiting quietly.
He is waiting for the starting gun to sound:
Perhaps to ensure safety, Polnareff only told Li Qing to arrive in Rome as soon as possible on the phone in the morning, but did not specify the specific meeting time and place in advance.
In order to know the exact time and place, Li Qing needs to wait patiently in Rome and wait for Polnareff's next notification.
At the same time, Diavolo had already arrived in Rome.
Not only that, he even used the secret door program to monitor the whereabouts of Li Qing and his group throughout the entire process, and then quietly hid near them.
Li Qing had no idea that Diablo was not far from him, and Diablo had no intention of attacking Li Qing and the others right now.
Because Diablo knew that this was actually an alternative racing game.
Polnareff is the "end" of this racing game, and the arrow containing mysterious power is the championship trophy.
The finish line has not yet been determined, but Diablo and Lee Sin, the two contestants, have already stood silently at the same starting point.
What we have to wait for next is Polnareff's call, which is the "starting gun" of this game.
"boss."
"It's me, Sandro."
After a long wait, Diablo's phone rang.
The person on the other end of the line was a member of the Royal Guard named Sandro, one of the few remaining confidants under Diablo.
The fall of the Technology Group caused Diablo to completely lose control of the Passion organization. He could no longer mobilize the organization's huge resources and manpower. Even those staff officers who were considered loyal to him were difficult to contact. Once he contacted them and told them the situation, the fact that he was driven off the throne of the boss would be completely exposed.
Therefore, the only chess piece left in Diablo's hand now is the personal guard that is almost independent of the organization and directly obeys his orders.
After a series of battles in Naples yesterday, most of the Royal Guards, which were already small in number, had been lost.
If they were asked to fight another tough battle, Diablo would most likely become a commander without any troops.
This was a very sad thing for a dark emperor who had once enjoyed great glory, but now that war was imminent and no one was available, Diavolo had no choice but to transfer all of the dilapidated guards to Rome.
"The weapons are ready."
"Then we just have to wait for them to set off so we can go on stage."
One of the last members of the Royal Guard, Sandro, was reporting carefully to Diablo over the phone.
After completing his report dutifully, Sandro couldn't help but ask:
"Boss, hasn't the organization's internal network issued a notice officially revoking the wanted order for Li Qing and others?"
"We thought they had been dealt with, how come... they are still here?"
The real name of the wanted order within the organization is "kill order", and it will basically only be revoked when the wanted person is dead.
Generally speaking, if the wanted warrant is gone, the target is probably dead.
But now, not only did Li Qing and others not die, but they also made the boss wait here for a long time as if he was facing a great enemy.
Sandro was very puzzled.
Diablo was also very embarrassed when his subordinates asked him such a question:
Of course, he was not the one who withdrew the wanted warrant.
Because now the de facto boss of the organization is Li Qing, not him.
"Do your job well and don't talk nonsense."
"I revoked the wanted order just to prevent those minions from getting in the way - I must kill those who get in my way myself!"
Diablo spoke in a frightening tone and frightened his subordinates, who had vaguely sensed the change in the situation, into shutting up temporarily.
Sandro hung up the phone carefully and continued to wait in the dark obediently.
However, Diablo's mood suddenly became much worse:
“Damn it…”
"I have actually fallen to the point where I have to rely on lying to intimidate my subordinates."
“Shame…This is a shame…!”
He clenched his fists tightly, and his tense muscles showed tangled meridians.
A huge sense of shame surged in his heart, and Diablo was angry about it, and he couldn't help but gradually become anxious:
"Polnareff..."
"Why hasn't he shown up yet?!"
Diablo was getting a little impatient waiting for the starting gun.
Because the later the time goes, the closer the invincible man who flies from the other side of the earth will be to Rome.
If Jotaro Kujo didn't know where Polnareff would appear until he landed in Rome, restarted his phone, and saw the missed call from Lee Sin... then everything would be over.
With two powerful enemies joining forces, he has absolutely no hope of turning the tables.
He will sink deeper and deeper into the shame of being a stray dog, and will never be able to turn over.
"Polnareff...Polnareff..."
"Where the hell are you?"
Diablo kept calling the enemy's name in his heart, acting more anxious than Lee Sin and more friendly than Jotaro.
Finally, in his eager anticipation, Polnareff finally appeared.
He once again contacted Li Qing by hacking into the computer.
At the same time, all of this was heard by Diablo and the others:
"Hey, you guys should all be in Rome now, right?"
Polnareff asked over the phone.
"arrive."
Li Qing's tone was somewhat helpless:
"We arrived in Rome in the afternoon and have been waiting until now."
"No matter what you've been through, you've been a little too cautious - I said, we now have indirect control of the Passion Organization."
"Yeah?"
The voice on the other end of the phone became a little suspicious:
"If that's the case, then you should be able to contact Jotaro easily."
"So, any news from Jotaro ?"
"This... no."
"The guy's phone was always turned off, so we couldn't get in touch with him at all."
Li Qing's voice became even more helpless, and also seemed a little embarrassed:
He had previously claimed that he had everything under control and there was no need to be afraid of being monitored.
But after most of the day, they couldn't even get through to a number given by the other party - it was as if they deliberately didn't contact each other, or didn't dare to contact each other.
Although it is true that Jotaro's phone has been turned off, from the perspective of the "mysterious man" on the other end of the phone, their inconsistent words and actions are indeed very suspicious.
"All right…"
Polnareff hesitated for a while, but finally decided to try to trust Li Qing.
There was no way, he had been trapped here for too long.
It is not easy to wait for someone who dares to resist Diablo and can come all the way here.
As long as there was a chance to escape from the cage, he had to choose to believe it even if it was a little suspicious.
"Then come meet me at the Colosseum."
"No matter where you are in Rome, I will only wait at the Colosseum for 30 minutes."
"Please come here as soon as possible. I want to confirm your identities and attitudes in person before considering whether to entrust this secret to others."
"30 minutes, Colosseum?"
Li Qing memorized the address and answered without hesitation:
"No problem, we'll be there soon."
After agreeing on the meeting place, the phone was hung up immediately.
Diablo could only hear a busy tone. He knew that Li Qing should have set off by now.
"The Colosseum?"
"It's a little far, but, hehe... I will definitely reach the finish line before Li Qing and the others."
Diablo stood up suddenly and threw the laptop aside casually.
He walked straight out of the bar to the roadside and got into the car he had prepared long ago.
At the same time, Li Qing and his group walked out of a nearby restaurant and walked quickly towards their means of transportation without anyone noticing.
Diablo watched all this quietly.
He looked at the receding figures of Li Qing and the others, and used the key to start the engine's roar, with a blazing fire in his pupils:
"The starting gun has been fired..."
"Then, let the game begin!"
