Quiz Challenge

It's 11:30 p. m.

General Colt had already finished a call, while Li Qing and his companions were still stuck in traffic on the highway outside Rome.

The traffic jam lasted so long that Giorno and the others, who had been taking a short rest, woke up.

They had replenished their mental and physical strength, but after a night of marching without eating, they were starting to feel hungry.

Ultimately, they decided to stop at a roadside service area to rest before continuing their journey.

Although it was late at night, the service area was by no means deserted.

Countless drivers fleeing the disaster-stricken area of Naples converged on this highway, adding a much-needed vibrancy to the area.

When Li Qing and his group casually walked into a McDonald's to have a meal, there were already quite a few diners inside.

Most of them were drivers who hadn't had time to eat due to traffic jams, so they inevitably wolfed down their food, which was quite inelegant.

However, one person was different:

The man was around thirty years old, dressed in a well-fitting suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He ate without making a sound, appearing very civilized.

That alone wouldn't attract Li Qing's attention.

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

He sat alone by the window, carefully flipping through the books in front of him while leisurely enjoying the food on the table.

This temperament and demeanor seem to have allowed this reader to transcend the surrounding chaos and noise, possessing a refined and detached air.

Seeing this scene, Li Qing couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

"What a damn good actor!"

"It's so noisy in McDonald's, there's no way you can concentrate on reading here."

He couldn't help but make a rather cynical guess about the man's purpose in reading in the fast food restaurant, and the man seemed to have noticed him as well.

The two strangers exchanged a brief glance, then looked away with smiles on their faces.

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

Bucciarati went up to order, while the rest of the group sat at the table discussing their trip to Pisa:

"It took us all night to get to Rome, wasn't driving too slow?"

"How about we get off the highway and take a plane or train instead?"

Narancia suggested somewhat anxiously.

"The news reported that train services throughout Italy and southern Italy have been suspended due to the power outage caused by the earthquake."

As for airplanes, let's not even discuss whether there are any suitable flights available right now.

Li Qing thought back on the vehicles that died in the line of duty today and found that he couldn't quite count them all at once.

"Let's forget about it."

"The car is a bit slow, but at least it's safe."

Giorno understood Li Qing's thoughts and chimed in:

"Once you get past Rome, the journey will be much easier."

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

"I see!"

Narancia's anxiety was somewhat relieved.

Unable to contain himself, he started counting the remaining distance on his fingers:

"400 kilometers, speed 120 kilometers per hour, 400 divided by 120"

"Rounding down the amount would make it easier to calculate."

"400 divided by 1004 hours will get you there!"

Narancia spent half a minute struggling to arrive at the answer.

He knew he wasn't good at math, but in order to better assist Bucciarati, Narancia kept looking for opportunities to improve his math skills.

His companions were all familiar with his habits, so even when they heard such an incorrect answer, they did not react excessively.

However, a burst of shrill laughter came from the side:

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Some people can't even do a basic elementary school problem like dividing 400 by 120?"

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

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

Upon hearing Narancia's erroneous answer, he closed the book and couldn't help but burst into laughter:

"400 divided by 120 equals 4, hahaha."

"What's the use of a brain on someone who's not even as good as an elementary school student!"

"What did you say?"

Fugo glared at the guy with extreme agitation:

He also often got angry and cursed when teaching Narancia mathematics.

But being scolded by your own brother is one thing, being maliciously humiliated by a stranger is quite another.

Upon hearing the middle-aged man so blatantly mock his friend's intelligence, Fugo immediately slammed his fist on the table in a fit of rage:

"Try saying that again?!"

"Hehe."

The middle-aged man was not intimidated at all by Fugo's display of rage.

He stared at Narancia and Fugo with a cold smile, and said without backing down:

"You want to force me to submit?"

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

"Tens of thousands of years ago, Neanderthals were physically stronger than Homo sapiens, and their Riot Games were bigger. But what happened later?"

"They were wiped out by Homo sapiens, who had better minds, because they couldn't acquire knowledge!"

The middle-aged man pushed up his glasses, his tone filled with disdain.

His gaze was like that of someone looking down on a group of filthy pigs huddled together in a dung heap, utterly filled with disgust.

"They can't even grasp the most basic knowledge."

"I think you shouldn't live in this world anymore, and you'll just pollute the next generation of humanity with your inferior genes!"

"You bastard!"

Fugo rushed forward and nearly Riot Games the guy in the face.

Fortunately, the calm Abbacchio pulled him back, otherwise the meal would have been ruined.

The middle-aged man was so frightened by this that he covered his head and trembled. After recovering, he remained stubborn and refused to admit it.

"Barbarians, all they know is how to use knives and guns."

"No matter how big my Riot Games is, I will never yield in my heart. If you want me to bow down and change my mind, then you have to defeat me in terms of 'knowledge'!"

"Defeat you with knowledge?"

Fugo calmed down considerably.

As a child prodigy who entered university at the age of 13 and a genius with a photographic memory, he couldn't help but take a liking to the suggestion.

As Fugo pondered this, a hint of mockery crept into his eyes as he looked at the middle-aged man:

"Trying to outsmart me? Ha! Tell me, how do you want to play this game?"

"It's very simple."

The middle-aged man straightened his slightly disheveled collar and then said in a serious tone:

"It comes down to who has more knowledge."

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

"Whoever is unable to answer the other's question first, and cannot come up with another question that can stump the other, loses."

"Of course, you must know the answer to the questions you ask others."

The rules are simple; it's just a typical question-and-answer game.

Since the food hadn't been served yet, and he had nothing better to do, Fugo decided to play along with this arrogant, foul-mouthed man to the very end.

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

"But."

Fugo pressed on very seriously:

"Any question is welcome. No restrictions on topic or subject matter."

"That's right, there are no restrictions on subject matter or category."

The middle-aged man also harbored a strong desire:

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

"Astronomy, geography, physics, chemistry, economics, history. These are all acceptable."

"But if you ask me to answer what your mother's birthday is or what your father's favorite dishes are, then that's just being unreasonable."

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

Fugo gave a disdainful snort:

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

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

"Good!"

"If you can really ask me a question that I can't answer, then I'll kneel down and apologize to you and your friends."

"And if you lose... hehe."

The middle-aged man pressed down on the large book on the table with his hand, his gaze fixed intently on Fugo's face:

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

"Hey, hey."

Li Qing felt that something was wrong.

He grabbed Fugo's arm and whispered a reminder:

"We're still being hunted down, there's no need to make enemies for no reason."

"Let him have his foul mouth, we'll just ignore him."

"Fine!"

Fugo waved his hand impatiently; the middle-aged man had already ignited his fighting spirit.

"Since he thinks he's superior in intelligence and that stupid people don't deserve to live, then I'm going to defeat him in his area of expertise!"

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

Then, Fugo answered in a very serious tone:

"Four-Eyes Uncle, I accept your challenge!"

"Good."

"Challenge established—"

The middle-aged man chuckled, drawing out a long, drawn-out sound, and the large book in front of him suddenly floated into the air.

It hovered in front of Fugo, its pages moving without wind, and even shimmering with a dazzling light.

"This... this could be..."

Fugo's face immediately fell. "A Stand?!"

"That's right."

The middle-aged man calmly sat back down in his seat and smiled meaningfully:

"Dear challengers, let's get to know each other again:"

"Technology team, Adam Cheever."

As he spoke, the man named Adam pointed to the books floating in front of him:

"This is my stand-in, and its name is 'Do You Know?' (Quora)."

I can't take it anymore, I might as well just fast forward to the Stand battle (/ω)