Carne

"Squalo is dead."

Diavolo impatiently dismissed Dichano, who was crying on the phone and demanding revenge for his partner, and fell into silence.

He wasn't grieving for his fallen subordinate, of course, but felt shame for himself:

Half an hour, it had been over half an hour!

Someone had managed to survive for over half an hour after sneakily peeking at his throne!

It felt like being suddenly bitten by a dirty, lowly, treacherous, cunning, bald rat, and not only failing to kill the beast on the spot, but also letting it slip away into a dark corner of the room.

It was disgusting.

Diavolo's eyes burned with killing intent, his rose-red hair moving in the wind from his rage:

"Kill him, I must kill this bug!"

"So what if you escaped once?"

"The entire of Italy is under my control, let's see how long you can keep running!"

Although Li Qing had escaped, there were still two pieces of good news that could temporarily comfort Diavolo:

First, when Li Qing met him, he was blind and had no idea of Diavolo's true appearance.

Second, both the yacht Li Qing had taken previously and the speedboat Squalo was driving were equipped with GPS tracking devices.

Given Passion's overwhelming dominance in Italy, Diavolo could easily obtain the real-time location information of all vessels at sea.

"The battle took place here."

Diavolo opened his laptop and brought up the vessel tracking system:

"After the two ships met in this sea area, the yacht the bald guy was on stopped moving."

"He must have taken Squalo's speedboat, and then drove the speedboat to..."

He carefully examined the maritime map of southern Italy on the screen and, following the data points of the speedboat's movement, roughly outlined its course:

"Naples?"

"This direction, is he going to Naples?"

Because there were countless scattered small islands at sea, this judgment could not be fully confirmed.

But no matter what, judging by Li Qing's current general direction, his destination was indeed the southern Italian port city, the ancient city of Naples, situated beneath Mount Vesuvius.

"What is he doing in Naples?"

"Could it be that he has companions waiting for him there?"

There was too little intelligence, and Diavolo couldn't deduce Li Qing's intentions for the moment.

He thought for a moment and finally decided to deal with Li Qing first:

"It takes at least six or seven hours to get from this sea area to Naples."

"And my personal guard members are scattered across Italy on missions, how many can reach Naples this afternoon..."

Although the organization had many cadres and capable individuals, Diavolo could only think of his personal guard, who were directly subordinate to him.

Because pursuing Li Qing involved his true identity and Stand abilities, he didn't want to deploy those organizational cadres who he couldn't fully trust and who often played the 'subordinate overthrowing superior' game, unless absolutely necessary.

Diavolo carefully recalled the whereabouts of his personal guard members and found that only one personal guard member was currently on a mission near Naples:

"Carne?"

"Him?"

Diavolo frowned tightly:

Carne's Stand ability was very weak.

If not for Carne's almost insane loyalty that made him a tool that could be used with peace of mind, Diavolo would never have recruited this mediocre fat man into his personal guard.

However...

Carne had also told him that his Stand could only unleash its true power after his true self died.

At that time, his Stand would be invincible.

It was true that some special Stands had extremely harsh activation conditions, and Stands that could still exist in the world after their master's death were not unheard of.

However, Diavolo always remained skeptical of the word "invincible" that Carne mentioned:

After all...

You haven't died, how can you guarantee your Stand will be invincible after death?

Even knowing that Carne's Stand had a powerful trump card that could only be activated after death, Diavolo still didn't dare to fully believe that his combat power was enough to defeat Li Qing.

After much deliberation, he ultimately chose to trust himself:

"The flight from Palermo to Naples only takes an hour."

"If I depart now from Punta Raisi Airport by plane, I should be able to reach Naples port before that bald guy and intercept him as he lands."

"I was careless last time and let you escape, but I won't make the same mistake again this time."

"However."

"Just in case, I still need to give Carne an order first."

Outside Naples, in an inconspicuous inn.

"Mr. Carne, please…"

"Don't kill me."

A man lay limply in his own blood, his voice hoarse with agony:

"The explosives and weapons were all ordered by the boss to be moved to Naples; it wasn't my personal decision."

"Believe me…"

"I've quietly hidden that batch of supplies in a port warehouse in Naples, I never sold them."

"You can go check me now. I really didn't betray the organization!"

He strained to lift his head, begging for mercy from the fat man in front of him.

But Carne remained unmoved:

"The boss ordered you to do it?"

"Heh heh."

"You're just a nobody from the logistics team, yet you've become so arrogant as to dare to impersonate the boss and steal the organization's supplies!"

Carne lifted his thick, pillar-like thigh and stomped on the traitor's blood-stained head:

"Damn it! Damn it!"

"Do you think I'll forgive your crimes just because you're spitting out the stolen goods now!"

"That's the boss, the supreme boss…"

"You despicable, shameless maggot, how dare you desecrate the boss's sacred name with that dirty hole on your head that only devours the ingredients for shit!"

As if seeing his own god, whom he worshipped day and night, being profaned by another, Carne was furious to the point of madness.

The excess fat on his body trembled with rage:

"Speak!"

"Who were you trading with? Do you have any accomplices!"

"Speak! Speak! Speak!"

Carne's voice was filled with madness, and the thigh that was firmly planted on the traitor's head unknowingly tightened its grip.

Finally, BANG!

The mortal's head, after all, could not withstand the weight of a grizzly bear.

"Ugh…"

Carne's expression froze.

Then, he abruptly lifted his foot and stomped hard on the now unidentifiable mass:

"Damn it! Damn it!"

"Who allowed you to die…"

"I haven't even asked for your accomplice's name yet, and I haven't completed the mission the boss gave me, how dare you die!!"

"Damn it…"

"This is a mission the boss personally gave me!"

Carne's furious roar echoed in the room. Just then, his phone suddenly rang.

Carne picked up his phone and glanced at it. A fanatical look immediately appeared on his distorted, chubby face:

"The boss?"

"Why… why are you calling me personally?"

At this moment, his tone was as respectful as a follower praying to a deity:

"Reporting, boss!"

"I've dealt with that worm who impersonated you to steal the organization's supplies. Please forgive me, I couldn't find out his accomplice. But the weapons and explosives he stole seem to be hidden in a port warehouse in Naples."

"That's not important."

"He's just a petty thief, you don't need to investigate further."

"Now, I have a more important mission to entrust to you, Carne. You must do your utmost to accomplish it."

Diavolo's oppressive voice rang out.

To Carne, this voice sounded as sacred as the vows recited by a king bestowing knighthood upon a knight:

"Do my utmost. Do my utmost…"

"Boss…"

He asked, unable to contain his eagerness and anticipation, "Do you mean to say you will finally make use of my insignificant life?"

Diavolo paused for a moment.

Although the loyal Carne was a useful tool, the situation had spiraled out of control to this extent, and he had no reason to mourn the loss of a tool:

"That's right."

"For me, please go and die."