Chapter 80 The Boss's Phone Call

After understanding the wonderful feature of "teammates are unharmed" as a kind of substitute ability, Orlanto finally understood Li Qing's explanation.

He instinctively wanted to do something, but it was too late.

The positioning mark of Tianyinbo had been firmly imprinted on Giorno long before the conversation began. No, to be more precise, it was imprinted on his head.

The moment Orlanto realized the danger, Li Qing had already disappeared from his original position:

"Echo Shot!"

There was no air wave, no sound, only an illusion that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

The phantom suddenly drew a straight track in the air and continued to expand in Orlanto's vision at a speed that was unexpected.

Finally, a punch to the brain.

Li Qing's fist, which was powerful enough to shatter rocks, hit Giorno's head without reservation.

But Giorno, who was hit by this heavy punch, was safe and sound.

He stood there motionless, still feeling the vast force of the fist spreading and impacting his brain like a flood or tsunami.

This shock wave continued to wreak havoc inside the most vulnerable and critical part of the human body, the brain, and Orlanto's panicked roar suddenly ceased.

After a brief silence, Giorno asked:

"Dead?"

"Dead."

Li Qing paid attention to the kill notification sent by the system and confirmed:

"It seems this guy is not as 'senior' as he says."

"His brain center is as fragile as that of a human. It can't withstand the direct bombardment of the echo slam."

"but…"

He glanced at Giorno hesitantly:

"Are you okay?"

"Although that thing is dead, its 'corpse' seems to still be in your body."

"It doesn't matter."

Giorno responded calmly.

Orlanto's parasitic ability is not to make an extra piece of flesh grow inside the host, but to make his body and the host become one.

Therefore, even if there is no way to expel the "corpse", there will be no foreign matter left in Giorno's body, and he will not get sick because of it.

On the contrary, after fusing with Orlanto's flesh and blood, his body became much stronger.

The only thing to note is…

Giorno looked at the face growing on his arm with some disgust:

"This thing needs to be cleaned up."

As he said this, he took out the dagger without hesitation and cut off Orlanto's face, which was forever frozen in fear, cleanly and neatly.

The process was naturally a bit painful, but as a qualified Stand user, Giorno did not make any unnecessary noises throughout the entire process.

With a wave of the knife and a chop of the meat, the golden experience was used to help add new flesh and skin, and a major surgical operation was completed.

"Win?"

Bucciarati and the others heaved a sigh of relief.

Fugo suddenly came to his senses after a long period of shock:

"Come over here quickly if you win!"

He tried to move his head on the ball of flesh, staring at Giorno with an extremely resentful look:

"My head is still on this meat ball..."

"Hurry up and build a body for me!"

"clear."

Giorno smiled, a rare smile.

Although he had no choice but to put Fugo's head on the meat ball, he had to admit that the guy looked really funny now.

He tried to suppress his smile, and ran to the headless "corpse" left by Fugo and touched it:

“It’s still hot.”

"There's no need to build a new body. You can just cut off the face and attach the head to it and use it again."

As he spoke, Giorno picked up the dagger, called out the Golden Experience, and concentrated on reshaping Fugo's headless "corpse" .

Abbaki and Narancia on the side were stunned, and Fuge's eyes twitched. He wanted to curse but couldn't.

Bucciarati did not waste his time watching the show.

He turned around and discussed with Li Qing very seriously the possible follow-up effects of this encounter.

On the other side…

In a corner that no one noticed.

Mista, leaning against the old willow tree, opened his eyes groggily.

He was thrown on the side of the road by Li Qing from the very beginning, and never woke up, nor was he affected by the battle.

And now, Mista finally regained consciousness a little:

“It hurts… it hurts so much…”

"Am I still alive?"

He opened his eyes with difficulty, his brain aching.

There is nothing we can do about it.

The piece of meat that was replayed by Melancholy Blues had a weight comparable to that of a truck and a speed exceeding that of a motorcycle. It would be a miracle for an ordinary person not to die if he was hit head-on by such a thing.

Mista was unconscious for only a few dozen minutes before waking up.

He used his still blurry eyes to look around him:

Strange roads, strange cars, strange willow trees, strange corpses...

ah?!

Mista was suddenly shocked: "Corpse?!"

That's right, as soon as he opened his eyes, he noticed a horrific corpse lying on the road a few meters away from him.

The corpse was covered in ulcers and pus, and looked like it had been infected by some horrible plague.

“What are you doing!”

Mista instinctively shrank back.

As he shrank back, his arm that was supporting the ground accidentally pressed against something hard:

"cell phone?"

"Who dropped it here?"

Mista picked up the phone curiously and tried to open his eyes wide to take a look:

"Hey...how did the call go through? Did I just accidentally touch the dial button?"

"Calling...Boss?"

"Who is the boss? Whose phone is this? And where am I?"

His consciousness was dizzy with this series of doubts, and his headache became more severe.

At this time, the phone has been dialed:

"Hello?"

An extremely oppressive voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Fernando?"

Fernando is a member of the boss's personal guard, so he naturally consulted with Diablo before arriving at the scene.

Therefore, without waiting for Fernando to speak, Diablo could not help but ask:

"The Bucciarati team should have arrived at the scene before you, but they haven't reported to me yet."

"Come on, what's going on?"

"ah?"

Mista's mind was groggy, and he answered subconsciously:

"Fernando?"

"Who is it... Oh... By the way, you are the 'boss'?"

“I just picked up this phone…”

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the other party's shocked, angry, and even slightly manic roar:

"You're not Fernando!"

"Who the hell are you?!"

"I?"

Mista answered in a trance: "Guido Mista!"

"Geddo Mista?"

The voice on the other end of the phone turned cold: "Are you Li Qing's companion ?"

"Li Qing..."

Mista recalled with difficulty, and finally remembered why he fainted before:

Oh... it's that bald guy... I was beaten by terrorists because I helped this guy

Before he could , the voice on the other end of the phone became even more terrifying:

"Fernando was dealt with so quickly... and Bucciarati has not responded yet..."

"hateful!"

"The man who killed me actually dared to call me!"

"You are the first one who dares to humiliate me like this!"

Diablo was extremely angry:

"Guido Mista, right..."

"Wash your neck and wait for me. I will chop you into human slices, soak you in formalin, embed you into tempered glass, and then mail you back to your hometown using the world's crappiest FedEx!!"

"ah?"

Although his mind was not very clear, Mista still instinctively became angry:

"Why are you yelling so loudly?"

"Everyone can say something cruel!"

"I will kill you within three days. Do you hear me? I will scatter my ashes for you!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he started swearing like a street thug, which made Diablo so angry that he trembled all over.

Finally, the call was hung up harshly.

At this moment, Li Qing's voice suddenly sounded from the side:

"Hmm? You're awake already?"

"Hmm..."

Mista put down his phone blankly, then looked up:

"Li Qing?!"