Last Words Confirmed

March 28, 6 a. m., Venice.

Li Qing finally welcomed his third morning in this world.

As dawn gradually illuminates the sky, the azure sea is quietly draped in a dreamy golden veil.

Countless residents and tourists bustled through the ancient streets in the morning mist, and this world-famous ancient water city gradually revealed its enduring prosperity after a night of silence.

But Li Qing and the others certainly had no interest in enjoying such a spectacle.

The bustling crowds of Venice this morning only made those who had just driven thousands of miles to the train station on the main island of Venice feel uneasy:

There are too many people.

Everyone frowned slightly, as if by unspoken agreement.

This train station could very well become a battlefield, and the fewer innocent civilians near the battlefield, the better.

Not to mention, using civilians as shields and relying on sheer numbers to conceal their true forms are the specialty of the Stand User within the organization.

Every passerby could suddenly attack you in the next second.

And, even worse:

Just as the time approached 6 o'clock as predicted, and Li Qing and his team urgently needed intelligence support from the technology team, the various surveillance cameras in the train station also demonstrated their traditional skill in the camera world—they record clear footage normally, but break down at crucial moments.

Clearly, this was done intentionally.

The Venice train station is now outside the monitoring of the technology team.

Li Qing and the others naturally had no idea who had entered the train station during this time, or what the other party had arranged inside.

"The other side clearly knows that the technology team is on our side now, so they must be Diavolo's people."

"The sabotage of surveillance was likely to set up the so-called 'treasure clues' without our knowledge, or..."

Bucciarati habitually began to analyze the enemy's intentions:

"They've set a trap for us."

Diavolo's past is too mysterious, and no one knows whether he has any other hidden strength.

If he still has Stand User at his disposal, then this Venice treasure is very likely a trap set for them.

"In that case..."

Li Qing stepped forward voluntarily:

"Let me go in and scout ahead by myself."

Are you alone?

Jotaro and Polnareff slightly:

At times like these, acting alone and separating from the main force is not a wise move.

"Yes, just let me in alone."

"You two may not know me well enough. The thing I'm least afraid of is 'risking my life'."

Li Qing smiled confidently.

He immediately activated the Digitization Mode, his steel-like muscles tensed in an instant, and his hands suddenly clenched into a pair of diamond-hard Riot Games.

This simple grasping motion in mid-air even produced two faint vibrations in the air.

"This power."

"They no longer resemble humans at all."

A flicker of surprise flashed in Jotaro and Polnareff's eyes:

If Li Qing weren't currently sunbathing unharmed, they would have suspected that the guy in front of them was a remnant of the vampires they hadn't killed off.

Or... did this bald guy also practice Ripple?

The others, however, were already used to Li Qing's superhuman performance.

Even though Li Qing said that his special ability was not actually a Stand ability, but a mysterious Chinese martial art, they reluctantly believed him.

How you acquire a skill is not important, as long as it's useful.

Li Qing is immune to injury and disability, and possesses a displacement ability of up to 300 meters, making him the perfect candidate to serve as a pathfinder.

Just like last time at the Pig Farm, if Li Qing hadn't gone ahead to scout ahead, they would all have fallen into the enemy's ambush.

This time is no different.

While rushing in en masse can provide mutual support, it also carries the risk of being wiped out by the enemy.

"Since that's the case..."

Everyone quickly agreed to Li Qing's plan:

"We'll be waiting for you in the parking lot outside. Keep in touch by phone."

"If something happens, use your abilities immediately."

Li Qing nodded.

He then dialed Giorno's number and put the phone, which was still on the line, into his jacket pocket.

"I'm going in."

Following the bustling crowds, Li Qing entered the train station.

The train station, waiting hall.

Two figures, looking hurried, walked briskly through the crowd.

The man in the lead was tall and imposing, with a resolute and handsome appearance. He wore a well-fitting double-breasted suit and had a mature and stylish short blond haircut.

He walked briskly, but there was not a trace of impatience in his purple pupils.

His gaze was calm as still water, reflecting the man's temperament as steady and profound as a rock.

"Brother Prosciutto."

"Have the others not arrived yet?"

The other person in the group cautiously called out the leader's name.

This henchman was also tall and imposing, with broad shoulders, a full waist, and a fierce face; he clearly had the talent to be a thug and bully.

However, at this moment, the man following behind Prosciutto remained tense, his neck hunched, his body stooped, and he even unconsciously started playing with his fingers, which he didn't know where to put.

His timid and hesitant demeanor, coupled with his thick, straight neck like an ear of corn and his green hair like a cabbage stalk, made him look incredibly comical.

"Pesci".

Prosciutto glanced at his underling with some displeasure:

"I've already said that."

"The boss and the others won't arrive for a while, so it's just the two of us for now."

The Assassination Team was already scattered all over the country carrying out missions, and the decision to march on Venice was only made at midnight yesterday, so it was certainly not easy for all members to be present by dawn today.

So, with the agreed time approaching 6 o'clock, only Prosciutto and Pesci, who were relatively close to Venice, were able to make it to the scene.

"Just the two of us?"

Pesci swallowed hard, much to her dismay.

This rookie, who had only been in the Assassination Team for less than two months, clearly lacked the composure and calmness of his older brother.

In fact, his current performance is worse than that of an ordinary mafia member:

"You are afraid."

"Your heart is running away, so your eyes have no power."

"Pesci."

Prosciutto's eyes were as cold and sharp as a blade:

"You can't fight like this."

"If you want to run away, it's not too late—I won't stop you."

"I"

Pesci's face flushed and paled in turns.

He stiffened his thick neck, and the fat on his chin trembled slightly with excitement.

Under the Prosciutto, and amidst a fierce internal struggle, Pesci ultimately made the following decision:

"I... I want to stay."

"Since my elder brother is here, I must stay here too."

"Very good."

"I hope to see you grow, Pesci."

Prosciutto's gaze softened subtly:

Although this younger brother was somewhat weak-willed, he at least possessed one of the most important qualities of a comrade: loyalty.

Only such people are trustworthy and can become comrades-in-arms to whom you can entrust your back.

Even if this comrade is still a noob.

"Pesci is still too inexperienced."

"If we could spend another two years nurturing him, he might become a powerful figure with unlimited potential."

Prosciutto thought to himself with a touch of regret.

It is indeed a bit of a stretch to involve a rookie who has only been on the team for two months in such a life-or-death battle.

But now that the die is cast, he has no choice but to entrust his trust to the still immature Pesci.

"Fine."

"Let's focus on finding 'clues'."

Prosciutto quickly dismissed these useless thoughts.

He began to focus his attention on the seemingly ordinary waiting hall, searching for the so-called "treasure clues" left in the last words.

The last words only vaguely mentioned that there would be clues about the treasure at the Venice train station, but did not specify what the clues were or where they would appear.

Prosciutto glanced at it briefly, but the result was unsatisfactory.

It's already 6 o'clock.

"What exactly is this so-called clue?"

"Could this dying message really just be a prank by the rebels, and the boss himself isn't dead at all?"

Prosciutto couldn't help but have such doubts.

However, at this moment

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared at the entrance of the waiting hall.

Saying they were familiar with each other is a bit of a stretch, because they had never met before.

But that guy has been under intense pursuit within the organization since yesterday. He was first dismissed by the organization's higher-ups on the grounds that he had been "killed," but then a boss's last words revealed that he was not dead.

He is Li Qing, the "star" that everyone in the organization is paying attention to.

"Li Qing is not dead!"

"That last message was true!"

Prosciutto's eyes were sharp:

Li Qing's appearance explains everything.

The previous announcement about withdrawing the arrest warrant was fake. Since Li Qing was able to issue such an announcement using the boss's account, it means that he has indeed taken control of the organization from behind the scenes.

That invincible and mysterious boss is probably really dead.

Thinking of this, Prosciutto subconsciously clenched his Riot Games.

He immediately observed the environment inside the waiting hall and then issued an order at the first opportunity:

"Pesci".

"Go and get all the ice from that breakfast restaurant. Destroy any that you can't carry on your person."

"The battle is probably about to begin."

The second update will be very late.