Diavolo's Legacy

"Want my treasure?"

"You can have it all if you want it, go find it! I've left all my treasure there!"

Although this is not Diavolo's original "last words," its main content is very similar to the famous quote above.

Now everyone who has read that last message knows two things:

1. The dark cloud hanging over all ambitious men has already passed away with the old king, and the one who has now usurped the throne is none other than Li Qing, who has been wanted by the whole country since yesterday.

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

And that inheritance is...

"The boss's bank account?"

Li Qing read the last words carefully, a sense of foreboding already creeping into her heart:

"Does he have a lot of money in his account?"

"More than just a lot."

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

"The most basic survival problem hadn't been solved yet, so I haven't told everyone about this."

"To control the entire organization, the technology group that controls and manages the organization's internal network can only play half the role."

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

Like all wealthy people, Diavolo doesn't love money.

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

Under his leadership, the organization developed like a legendary mythical creature, only consuming and never excreting.

Thus, after Passion Organization operated 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 personal accounts that Diavolo opened using a false identity.

The amount of money in this account is unimaginable; even the funds needed for the organization's operation are regularly drawn from this account.

In other words...

"If we don't get this bank account, the organization we take over will be an empty shell with dried-up cash flow, unable to pay salaries, and on the verge of bankruptcy?"

Li Qing finally figured things out:

Diavolo does not control this underground kingdom solely through accounts on the organization's intranet.

He also firmly grasped the true lifeline of a large organization—money.

But now, Diavolo has unceremoniously thrown away the gold he had accumulated over the years, the very gold pool that sustained this underground kingdom.

He packaged his personal bank account and the fake identity documents that controlled the account into a rare treasure and hid it in some unknown part of the country.

By obtaining this treasure, one can acquire a massive amount of cash accumulated by the Passion Organization over many years.

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

"Tomorrow morning at 6 a. m., in the waiting room of the Venice train station, there will be the last clues about my estate."

That's what he said at the end of his last words.

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"This is clearly a monkey show!"

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

"That guy is seriously injured and on the run, how could he possibly have the time to go to Venice and arrange some kind of treasure hunt?"

"He's clearly trying to fabricate some kind of treasure to keep us from tracking down his whereabouts for the time being."

"Not necessarily."

"This treasure is very likely real."

Bucciarati pondered for a moment:

"Although we have taken over the organization, there must still be some die-hard loyalists within it who are willing to give their lives for Diavolo."

"He himself may be unable to act, but if Diavolo gives orders to such assassins, it would not be difficult for him to set up such a treasure hunt in Venice."

"And more importantly..."

"He has no need to fabricate anything now."

"Not only could Diavolo not fabricate anything, he also had to leave a sufficiently substantial, authentic, and credible clue at the Venice train station in order to make people truly believe in the authenticity of the last words."

Diavolo's prestige within the organization was simply too high.

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

Over the past decade or so, all those who have tried to challenge it, approach it, or even spy on it have turned into skeletons in a grave in an extremely tragic way.

Diavolo went to great lengths to portray himself as an untouchable god.

Then, something ridiculous happened:

When God speaks, no one can be sure if he is truly God.

No one can be sure whether the last message that flashed across the intranet was real or fake.

Is the person who posted the message claiming to be the boss really the boss himself?

That might just be a farce hastily staged by some rebel to muddy the waters, or even a phishing post from the boss himself.

This is not impossible.

After all, the boss is a "god," and how could a god die?

If it were just such a lukewarm last message, those rebellious elements who had been suppressed by the boss's reputation for over a decade probably wouldn't dare to show their faces easily.

Like an elephant raised in a circus, even though the thin iron chain can no longer restrain its increasingly large body, it dares not risk being whipped to try to break free.

So.

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

"For example, that personal bank account that only the boss can access, which controls the organization's finances."

"Only in this way can Diavolo convince those ambitious people within the organization that he is truly dead, and that the one now in charge of the organization is no longer the invincible boss, but rather us 'thieves' whose Stand abilities have long been made public and who have no deterrent or ruling power."

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

"Things could get complicated then."

"Those ambitious people don't dare to challenge the boss who always stays in the shadows, but they definitely have the guts to compete with us who are completely exposed in the open."

"Ambitious individuals who are unwilling to remain idle will challenge the throne one after another. The underworld families and local forces that were once subdued by the organization will rise from the ashes to fight for a bigger share, plunging the entire Italy into chaos."

"Unless."

He paused slightly, then remained silent.

But Li Qing still keenly sensed the bloody undercurrent in Bucciarati's words:

"Unless we go to Venice now and wipe out all the ambitious people trying to 'inherit the legacy'."

"Stop the flames of rebellion before victory is achieved, and use their heads to deter those traitors who haven't yet had a chance to jump out."

"Just like Diavolo did in the past."

"Almost."

Bucciarati took a deep breath.

The dragon had just been driven away when these "heroes" had to step in and play the role of the dragon themselves.

Such a plot is utterly absurd.

But now they have no choice but to do it.

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

Otherwise, if the world descends into chaos, the living conditions of ordinary people will be far worse than in the time of Diavolo.

Venice

Li Qing sighed deeply in resignation:

"It seems we have no choice but to make a trip."

This was an open conspiracy, and they had no choice but to go along with it.

Even if they knew Diavolo was playing a trick on them.

"Let me go too."

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

It was Polnareff spoke.

This strange uncle, whose personality became cheerful and carefree after his old injuries healed, unconsciously reverted to his original mature and steady demeanor when he got down to business.

He said to Li Qing very solemnly:

"I have fought on this land for a full ten years."

"I can empathize with your desire to fundamentally change the pure feelings of this country."

Polnareff clearly regarded Li Qing and the others as his companions.

He couldn't just sit idly by when his companions were in trouble.

"Count me in too."

Polnareff's impassioned voice had barely faded when another reassuring voice slowly rose from the side.

Jotaro gently touched the brim of his hat, concealing his sharp gaze in the dark shadows:

"Polnareff's battle is my battle."

"I will not leave easily until I find Diavolo."

"Very good!"

With two powerful henchmen suddenly appearing out of nowhere, Li Qing naturally agreed without hesitation.

He didn't waste any time on pleasantries, but went straight to preparing for the trip to Venice:

"Then let's set off now."

"That being said, it's almost midnight now, and there are less than 7 hours left until 6 a. m. tomorrow."

"Time is precious. Should I ask Thomas to arrange another helicopter?"

Novice pilot Li Qing said eagerly.

"Flying again?"

Fugo and Mista gasped.

"No need."

Abbacchio and Narancia declined the offer.

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Giorno and Bucciarati fell silent, seemingly lost in thought.

"This."

Jotaro and Polnareff both reminisced about their glorious youth.

Recalling their trip to Egypt that crossed half the globe, they answered in unison:

No, I won't take a plane.

The second update will be later (if I can finish it today).

When I actually started brainstorming, I realized that coming up with the plot was even harder than coming up with the battles.

A battle can be turned into a few plot twists if you hold back for a while, but the story of the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather is just too difficult to write.

The original work's trope of characters from the next street being unable to hear each other and close-ups of faces causing collective stupidity definitely won't work in the novel. I've been racking my brains these past few days trying to make the two groups separate and fight independently as plausibly as possible.

I guess I can barely pass.