Chapter 35: Bucciarati Team

Although Diablo thought he was in control of the situation, Scribe was eventually shot and killed, just as Rolling Stone had predicted.

"destiny…"

"Is it really impossible to resist?"

Facing these two extremely heavy words, Diablo foresaw his own death.

Whatever you do is in vain...

We are all just slaves of fate...

Scribe's pessimistic words kept echoing in his mind, making him uneasy.

"No!"

"I am Diablo! I have never changed!"

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

"What about fate?"

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

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

Why would the Rolling Stones reveal his impending death? Was there anything that could threaten this dark emperor who had been invincible for more than a decade?

"Li Qing."

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

"Scribbe seemed to have said that [the Stones] suddenly sensed his and my impending death at around eight o'clock this morning."

"Around eight in the morning..."

"Isn't this the time when that damn bald guy showed up in my room?!"

"Yes...it was at that time..."

"My Diablo's fate has been changed!"

At this moment, the unfamiliar oriental name "Lee Sin" suddenly became a poisonous snake that coiled around Diablo's heart and refused to leave.

Diablo no longer thought of him as just a disgusting sewer rat, nor did he regard him as a bug that could be easily strangled - Li Qing had become his destined enemy and a nightmare that he had to eliminate!

"We can't continue to be so casual."

"I must use every possible means and mobilize all the forces I can to kill this bald guy as soon as possible!"

Diablo thought so.

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

But now, Diablo can no longer care about so much.

He knew that he had to take some small risks and mobilize all the forces that the Passion Organization could mobilize in Naples to put an end to this fateful enemy before it rose up.

Of course…

One's true identity and substitute abilities must not be exposed.

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

"Today..." A chill gradually emerged from Diavolo's yellow-green eyes: "I'm afraid many people will die."

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Deep inside Naples Prison, VIP suite.

That’s right…

In this prison that holds serious criminals, there is actually a VIP suite that is well decorated and fully equipped with internet access, phone calls, a refrigerator, a TV, fresh food supplies, and 24-hour attentive service by waiters (prison guards).

Living here is Polpo, the organizational cadre of Passion who is in charge of local affairs in Naples.

We can see a clue from this VIP suite which is obviously not in compliance with the rules...

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

As a well-known figure in the Passion organization, this entire Naples prison, no, this entire city of Naples is Polpo's territory.

A tall tree attracts the wind. While Polpo holds enormous power, he also attracts endless enemies.

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

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

"Someone come!"

"Come here quickly... I have something important to tell you!"

Polpo rang the bell in the room, calling for the prison guard to come to his house like he was calling a hotel waiter:

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

"Lord Polpo?"

"What can I do for you?"

She looked like a righteous police officer, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she acknowledged the criminal Polpo as her boss.

Polpo is no drag either.

This fat man, who was about two meters five or six meters tall and as bloated as a giant bear that had gained weight from eating a lot before hibernation, slowly stood up from his luxurious sofa.

He looked down at the female prison guard:

"The first thing to do is open the door and prepare the car. The boss has given the order, so I have to go out myself this time."

"The second thing is to notify all members of the organization in Naples, especially those gangsters at the outermost edge of the organization who are responsible for collecting street intelligence."

"Tell them to use all means to search the entire city for a bald Oriental man named 'Li Qing'."

"The third thing..."

Polpo paused for a moment and specifically instructed:

"Notify the Bucciarati team and tell them that the organization needs their strength now."

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Naples, a seemingly ordinary tea restaurant.

This is actually the permanent base of the Bucciarati team.

The Bucciarati Squad is a combat team under Polpo, composed entirely of Stand users. They are responsible for maintaining the underground order of Naples and doing some dirty work.

Of course, we say a team...

In fact, there are only three people now, and most of them are minors:

Bruno Bucciarati at the age of 18.

Pannacoda Fogle, 14 years old.

Naranja Ghilka, 15 years old.

Although these three people are incredibly young, as the most trusted and top fighting force of Polpo, their own strength is certainly beyond doubt.

However, this number is still a little too small.

The team's leader, Bucciarati, has also been selecting suitable Stand users to enrich his team.

And today, a new member joins the team:

"Leo Abbazi, 19 years old..."

"Your previous occupation was a police officer?"

"Hey, hey... Why are you not a good police officer? Why are you joining our gang? Are you here to be an undercover agent?"

Looking at the new member of the team named Abbasi who had just introduced himself, Fugo, who had a slightly bad temper, was the first to raise questions.

At this time, Captain Bucciarati was outside answering a sudden call from the boss .

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

"19?"

"Older than Bucciarati... a whole year older than me..."

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

"Bigger than Fugo... one, two, three..."

Naranja, the 'genius child' who had no skill points in mathematics, counted the age difference between the newcomer Abbaki and them with his fingers, looking very serious.

Of course, whatever Naranja is doing...

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

"Is it to show the newcomers how powerful they are?"

“How boring…”

Abbaki curled his lips slightly, then calmly answered Fugo's question:

"I told Bucciarati everything I needed to say before I joined the team."

"That's right... I used to be a policeman, but I left the police force for some reason, and now I want to switch to being a gangster."

"As for whether I am undercover?"

"hehe…"

He shrugged helplessly and said with a smile:

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

"Isn't the so-called 'police force' a branch of you mafia guys?"

"Who am I spying on?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Hearing this, Fugo immediately restrained his irritable temper and laughed exaggeratedly:

"Just kidding, I was just joking."

"You are the newcomer here, we must take care of you!"

"Come!"

"Drink this cup of tea first, and we will all be family from now on!"

As he said this, Fugo stood up from the table and poured Abbasi a cup of steaming hot black tea in a friendly voice.

Then…

In front of Abbasi, he bent over and picked out a ball of black mud from under his leather shoes, threw it into the teacup, and stirred it with his fingers.

“Come on!”

"Apache, drink it!"

Fugo pushed the cup of tea that had been stirred into a black color in front of Apache with a smile on his face.

"That's just...pediatrics."

"All organizations have ways to welcome new members. Now it seems... compared to the police force, you gangsters are not evil enough!"

Apache made no secret of his disdain.

As he said this, he picked up the cup of freshly made mud water and drank it all without changing his expression.

"No way..."

"Did he really drink it?"

Fuge and Narancia were both stunned by this move.

"What a tough guy."

"With this kind of guy in the team, new members who join in the future will definitely be sad, right?"

Seeing how skilled Apache was in "welcoming new members", they couldn't help but worry about the new members who might join the team next.

At this time, Bucciarati came back from his phone call.

This man, who is only 18 years old, always reveals a special temperament when talking to his own people, as steady and dignified as an adult, and as gentle and carefree as an elder:

"Apache."

"How's it going? Are you getting along well with Fugo and Naranja?"

"fine."

Apaki said casually: "These two 'young' seniors are very good at taking care of people."

"That's good…"

Bucciarati looked suspiciously at the guilty faces of Fugo and Narancia, but in the end he didn't say anything more:

"Now that everyone knows each other, let's get down to business!"

"It happened a little suddenly, but..."

"Apache."

He took a special look at the newcomer who had just joined the team and said, "Here comes your first mission as a gangster."

"oh?"

Apache asked with interest: "What is the mission?"