The Real Clue

Li Qing entered the waiting hall alone.

Like Prosciutto, who arrived earlier, he also failed to find the so-called "clue".

All you can hear is the cacophony of countless people whispering to each other, and the deafening roar of trains rolling onto the tracks as they enter the adjacent platform area.

Looking beyond the data, all you see are ordinary seating arrangements, along with the comings and goings of staff and travelers.

As for the clues to the treasure mentioned in the will...

"How am I supposed to find it if I don't even know what the clue is?"

Li Qing couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed.

He had come in with the determination to brave the dangers of the enemy, but he not only failed to find the enemies and traps he had imagined, but he also became a headless fly without any direction.

Did Diavolo not leave any clues here at all?

Was this just a simple prank?

No.

Li Qing quickly dismissed this overly simplistic idea in his mind.

He began to use his brain, putting himself in others' shoes:

"Diavolo's goal is to use one enemy to devour another, thus inciting a large-scale rebellion within the organization."

"Just as Bucciarati said, Diavolo must have planted some evidence here to prove the authenticity of that last will and testament in order to make those ambitious people believe it to be true."

"For example, that bank account that only the boss himself can show off."

"If that's the case, then he has absolutely no need to hide that evidence. Instead, he should put the clues out in the open, the more conspicuous the better."

As he pondered this, Li Qing began to sense that something was amiss.

At this time...

Just as he was pondering what the so-called clue was and where it was, the "clue" came knocking on his door:

"Mr. Li Qing?"

An old voice suddenly rang in Li Qing's ears.

The speaker was an old man, an old man who had been sitting nearby and looked like an ordinary traveler.

He was short in stature, with white hair and beard. There was a large black briefcase on the seat next to him, and he was holding an inconspicuous stainless steel storage box in his hand.

The old man was so old that he sat there wearing a hat and was completely invisible, making it hard to believe he could be an enemy.

However, he now spoke Li Qing's name calmly, as if he had been waiting for this moment:

"Mr. Li Qing, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Who goes there?!"

Li Qing suddenly turned around and looked over, instantly bringing the data back to the forefront.

"Don't be nervous."

The old man slowly waved his hand:

"My name is Belicoro, an officer in the organization. That little guy Bucciarati should have seen me before."

"Don't worry, I'm just an ordinary person, not some kind of Stand User."

"Ordinary people?"

Li Qing's vigilance remained unwavering.

An ordinary person can actually rise to a high position in Passion Organization that only Stand User are allowed to enter.

That means the other party either needs some extraordinary business skills, or they must be a loyal and trusted confidant of the boss.

"Are you one of the boss's men?" Li Qing asked bluntly.

"That's right."

The old cadre named Belicoro made no attempt to hide himself:

"I am the boss's subordinate."

"Now, he should be his last subordinate."

Belicoro's weathered voice was filled with sighs.

From his tone, Li Qing could tell that the old man held an unwavering loyalty to Diavolo.

Even though Diavolo is such a mean, ungrateful, cold-blooded, and ruthless human trash, there are still people willing to fight for him to the last moment—even after he is already "dead".

Li Qing was genuinely surprised by this.

He remained cautiously on guard against Belicoro's every move, then tentatively asked:

"So, you're the lead the boss assigned?"

"Does that so-called treasure actually exist?"

Diavolo's bank account is crucial to the financial lifeline of the Passion Organization, which is also the main reason why Li Qing and others traveled all this way here.

In order to help Giorno become a mafia superstar and help Bucciarati reform the organization and save his hometown, even though Li Qing doesn't care much for money, he has no choice but to focus all his attention on the so-called treasure.

Now that he saw that the "treasure clue" was actually a real person, Li Qing realized that Diavolo's legacy was probably not so easy to obtain.

However, Belicoro's answer did not disappoint him at all.

His answer was even more surprisingly straightforward:

"The treasure certainly exists."

"And right here."

Belicoro opened the stainless steel storage box in his hand.

The small box was stuffed with a stack of paper documents.

Then, it's unclear who they wanted to show it to.

Like a host on an antique appraisal show Belicoro carefully took out the documents from the box, spread them out, straightened them, and laid them out generously in front of Li Qing, the blind man:

"This box contains the account opening certificate, bank card, and bank key."

"There are also fake ID documents that the boss used to open accounts."

"As long as you get this box, you can inherit the boss's estate and obtain the cash surplus accumulated by the Passion Organization over the past decade, a huge fortune of more than 500 billion lira."

"And I"

Belicoro then neatly stacked the documents and placed them back into the storage box, tightly closing the lid.

"It's the executor of the will that the boss arranged before he died."

"This"

"He actually carried the 'treasure' with him?"

Li Qing's senses were firmly locked onto Belicoro:

"What trick is this old man playing?"

He didn't believe that this ordinary old man would appear before him so unguardedly with such a treasure.

Would Diavolo hand over his inheritance so easily?

This must be a trap.

Who knows, just as I'm about to reach for the box, Belicoro suddenly smash it as a signal.

Given the size and quality of this treasure, it wouldn't be surprising if five hundred axemen suddenly appeared nearby.

With these thoughts in mind, Li Qing's expression grew increasingly wary.

However.

Just as Li Qing held his breath and waited for the battle to begin.

Belicoro suddenly shoved the stainless steel storage box in his hand into his:

"It's for you."

"Ha?"

Li Qing stared in disbelief at the treasure that had been delivered into his hands:

"You just gave it to me directly?"

"What do you mean? Are the documents in this box fake? Or is the box coated with some kind of deadly poison?"

Alarm bells rang in his mind, and he even subconsciously wanted to throw away the treasure box that had come too easily.

But Belicoro said calmly:

"Don't be nervous, everything in the box is real."

"This is the last order the boss entrusted to me: to give his inheritance to you, Li Qing, the boss's mortal enemy."

"It's true."

A sudden, ominous premonition rose in Li Qing's heart:

"The treasure was handed over to me so easily."

"What exactly are the clues Diavolo has provided? What is he planning to use to incite those ambitious people to cause me trouble?"

"If the 'clue' isn't this treasure, then..."

Upon realizing this, Li Qing's expression changed drastically.

He suddenly realized what the so-called "clues" Diavolo had used to verify the authenticity of his last words and incite a wave of rebellion were.

That clue is

"It's you, Mr. Li Qing."

Belicoro looked at Li Qing with eyes as calm as still water:

"You made the foolish choice to fake your death to escape the wanted list, and the consequences of doing so are:"

"As long as people know you're still alive, everyone will understand that the boss is dead."

"They will know that the last words were true."

"And you, the 'new boss' who has seized control of the organization and the boss's account, will become the enemy of all ambitious people."

"In other words, the conflict between you and the ambitious people has been completely escalated—those restless traitors will naturally seek revenge for their dead boss."

With a soft sigh, Belicoro slowly stood up from his seat.

Then, he opened the large briefcase that had been lying next to him:

"When I arrived at the train station, I sabotaged the station's security cameras so I could secretly do some small things here."

"This briefcase contains a laptop and a hidden camera."

"The camera was pointed directly at you, and behind that camera, the audience who witnessed your 'resurrection' were..."

"I am in charge of 19 local officials in 20 first-level administrative regions across the country, as well as all the formal organization members I can contact now, spread across 110 provinces nationwide."

"Mr. Li Qing."

Belicoro bowed slightly to Li Qing:

"My mission is over."

"The boss's legacy is entrusted to you—if you can protect it."

As he spoke, he took out a pre-prepared poison capsule from his pocket and calmly put it into his mouth.

After swallowing the poison, Belicoro slowly sat back down, straightened his cuffs, and finally closed his eyes quietly.

He fell into a deep sleep without making a sound.