Chapter 220: Diablo's Legacy

"Want my treasure?"

"I can give you everything if you want it. Go find it! I put all the treasures there!"

Although this is not the original text of Diablo's "last words", its main content is almost the same as the famous quote above.

Now everyone who has read that will knows two things:

1. The dark cloud hanging over the heads of all ambitious people has passed away with the old king, and the person who now steals the throne is Li Qing, who has been wanted nationwide since yesterday.

2. The boss left his legacy, and everyone has the opportunity to inherit it.

And this legacy is...

"Boss's bank account?"

Li Qing read this will carefully, and he had a bad feeling in his heart:

"How much money is in his account?"

"More than that..."

Bucciarati's rather solemn voice rang out from the side:

"Before, the most basic survival problem had not been solved, so I have not told everyone about this matter."

"If you want to control the entire organization, controlling the technology team that manages the organization's intranet can only play half the role."

"If the intranet account is the throne that represents the king's status, then the boss's personal bank account is the treasury that supports the operation of the kingdom."

Like all rich people, Diablo doesn't love money.

But in order to prevent money from corrupting the pure and beautiful fighting spirit of the working people, Diablo, like all wealthy people, is doing his best to reduce bonuses for cadres and cut employee wages.

The organization developed in his hands like the legendary glutton, who only eats and doesn't poop.

In this way, after the Passion organization had been operating at high profits and low costs for more than a decade, the accumulated cash surplus had become an astronomical figure.

The vast majority of this amount was stored in Diablo's personal account opened under a fake identity.

The amount of money above is unimaginable. Even the funds needed for the operation of the organization have to be transferred from this account regularly.

"That is to say..."

“If we don’t get this bank account, the organization we take over will be an empty shell with dry cash flow, unable to pay salaries, and prone to bankruptcy at any time?”

Li Qing finally figured things out:

Diablo does not control this underground kingdom simply through accounts on the organization's intranet.

He also has a firm grasp on the real lifeblood of a large organization - money.

But now, Diablo actually threw away the money he had accumulated for many years, the gold pool that supported the operation of this underground kingdom, without any reluctance.

He packaged his personal bank account and the fake ID that controlled it into a rare treasure trove and hid it in an unknown part of the country.

As long as you get this treasure, you can get the huge amount of cash accumulated by the Passion organization over the years.

"If you want to inherit my legacy, go to Venice!"

"Tomorrow morning at 6 o'clock, in the waiting room of the Venice train station, there will be the final clue to my legacy."

This is what the last words said.

“…”

"This is clearly a monkey trick!"

Li Qing had great doubts about the authenticity of Diablo's so-called last words:

"That guy is now seriously injured and fleeing in a panic. How can he have the time to go to Venice and arrange a treasure hunt?"

"He's clearly trying to make up a so-called treasure so that we don't have time to track down his current whereabouts."

"No... not necessarily."

"This treasure may very well be real."

Bucciarati pondered:

"Although we have taken over the organization, there must still be some diehards who are willing to sacrifice their lives for Diablo."

"It may not be convenient for him to act, but if Diablo gives orders to such assassins, it will not be difficult to set up such a treasure hunt in Venice."

"And more importantly..."

"There's no need for him to cheat now."

"Not only can he not falsify the information, Diablo must also leave a sufficient, real, and credible clue at the Venice train station so that people can truly believe the authenticity of the suicide note."

Diablo's prestige in the organization is too high.

The word "boss" is like an invisible mountain that can never be crossed, always standing in front of all members of the organization.

In the past decade or so, anyone who tried to challenge it, approach it, or even spy on it, all turned into dry bones in a grave in an extremely tragic way.

Diablo did his best to create an untouchable god out of himself.

Then, something funny happened:

When God speaks, no one can be sure whether he is really God.

No one can be sure whether the suicide note that flashed across the intranet was true or false.

Is the poster who calls himself the boss really the boss himself?

It might just be a farce hastily staged by a rebel to stir up confusion, or it could even be a phishing post from the boss himself.

It's not impossible.

After all...the boss is a "God", how can a God die?

If there was only such a bland last word, those traitors who had been suppressed by the boss's reputation for more than ten years would probably not dare to show up easily.

Just like an elephant that grew up in a circus, even though the thin iron chain can no longer restrain its increasingly large body, it dares not risk being whipped and try to break free.

so…

"There must be something in Venice tomorrow morning to prove the authenticity of his last words."

"For example... the personal bank account that only the boss can access and that controls the financial power of the organization."

"Only in this way can Diablo convince those ambitious people in the organization that he is truly dead, and that the one leading the organization now is no longer the invincible boss, but the 'thieves' who have already revealed their Stand abilities to the public and have no deterrent or ruling ."

Bucciarati carefully analyzed the current situation, his expression becoming increasingly serious:

"Then the situation will be troublesome."

“Those ambitious people don’t dare to challenge the boss who always hides in the dark, but they definitely have the courage to compete with us who are completely exposed in the light.”

"Ambitious people who are unwilling to be lonely will challenge the throne one after another. The mafia families and local forces that were once conquered by the organization will revive in order to fight for a bigger piece of the pie. The whole of Italy will fall into chaos."

"unless…"

He paused slightly and remained silent.

But Li Qing still keenly smelled the bloody smell hidden in Bucciarati's words:

"Unless we go to Venice now and kill all those ambitious people who try to 'inherit the legacy'."

"Put out the flames of rebellion before they are defeated, and use their heads to intimidate those rebels who haven't had time to jump out yet."

"Just like Diablo did in the past."

"almost."

Bucciarati took a deep breath.

The dragon had just been driven away, and now these "brave men" had to go on stage and play the role of the dragon.

Such a plot is absurd.

But they have to do it now.

After breaking the old order, as just challengers, they must ensure that they can maintain a stable and orderly new order.

Otherwise, once the world falls into chaos, the living environment of ordinary people will be far worse than in the past Diablo era.

“Venice…”

Li Qing sighed helplessly:

"It looks like we have to go there."

This was an open conspiracy, they had to go.

Even though they knew Diablo was playing tricks on them.

"Let me go too."

An extremely serious voice suddenly sounded in Li Qing's ears.

It was Polnareff who spoke.

This strange uncle, whose personality became cheerful and outgoing after his old injuries healed, unconsciously changed back to his original mature and steady temperament when talking about serious matters.

He said to Li Qing very seriously:

"I have been fighting on this land for ten years."

"I can relate to your pure feeling of wanting to fundamentally change this country."

Polnareff treated Li Qing and others as his companions.

Of course he couldn't just sit back and watch his companions get into trouble.

"Count me in, too."

Polnareff's impassioned voice had just faded away when another extremely reassuring voice slowly sounded beside him.

Jotaro stroked the brim of his hat and hid his sharp eyes in the dark shadow:

"Polnareff's fight is my fight."

"I won't leave until I find Diablo."

"Very good!"

Li Qing naturally agreed readily to the sudden appearance of two powerful fighters.