Who Dares Kill Me
Neither Li Qing nor Belicoro realized that there was actually a live audience member in this inheritance reality show:
Prosciutto, he carefully concealed his aura, hiding silently to the side like an inconspicuous stone.
He has always been a calm and collected person.
Whether they are allies or enemies, when Prosciutto is mentioned, what they will always think of is that cold, icy, and resolute face.
However, at this moment, this man, who was as steady as a mountain, was unusually flustered.
His expression underwent an uncontrollable, subtle, and complex change:
"More than 500 billion lira in cash."
"This huge sum of money, which is the lifeblood of the organization, is now in that bald man's hands."
Prosciutto's gaze gradually sharpened.
He was pleasantly surprised to discover that he was only one step away from fulfilling the Assassination Team's shared wish:
Once we get that money, everyone's dreams and ambitions can be realized!
And this treasure is now right in front of him, in the hands of a bald man whose Stand abilities have already been exposed and who poses no threat whatsoever.
"Li Qing hasn't had time to hide the box yet, and he hasn't reunited with his companions."
"If we're going to take action, now is the best opportunity!"
Although only he and Pesci remained of the Assassination Team present, Prosciutto keenly sensed an opportunity:
The treasure is right in front of us, plain and simple.
There was still no sign of Bucciarati and the others in the waiting room, so Li Qing was temporarily alone.
Of course, Li Qing's companions might be nearby, but that doesn't matter:
Prosciutto confident he could end the battle before reinforcements arrived—at least, he was confident he could quickly seize the box.
"Big brother, I got the ice!"
He was deep in thought when Pesci came running back, panting, with a large bag of ice.
"You've got the ice?"
Without turning his head, Prosciutto praised him once:
"Very good, well done."
"To be able to snatch the ice so quickly, and without causing any attention-grabbing commotion."
"Pesci, it seems you've made progress on the path of scoundrels."
"Um"
Pesci, clutching the large bag of ice in her arms, shivered from the cold.
He said somewhat embarrassedly:
"Brother, I didn't steal it."
"I bought the ice."
"Buy it? You actually spent money to buy it?"
"Wait a minute. Did you buy all the ice in the store?"
Prosciutto's face stiffened, and he blurted out:
"Asshole!"
"How much of our operational funds did you actually use?!"
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He habitually scolded his good-for-nothing underling, but then quickly realized what he had done:
"Forget it. Now is not the time to save money."
"Once we get that 500 billion, we'll never have to worry about these kinds of things again."
"Pesci— "
Prosciutto's gaze gradually sharpened into a knife:
"Put all the ice cubes in your pockets, get ready for battle!"
"Well!"
Pesci stammered a reply, a lingering look of panic on her face.
He frantically started stuffing ice from the large bag into his pockets, and soon his shirt and pants pockets were stuffed full.
But his pockets were stuffed full, and the bag in his arms still had more than half a block of ice left unused.
"Pesci".
Prosciutto's voice suddenly turned stern:
"Didn't I tell you? Just fill the pockets, and destroy all the extra ice!"
"Ice can temporarily resist my Stand ability. Are you carrying so much ice with you because you're worried the enemy won't be able to find it later?"
"Ah"
Pesci instinctively held onto the large bag of ice tightly.
"Brother, I... I'm worried that we won't have enough ice if we run out."
"Your Stand ability doesn't distinguish between friend and foe. If the ice runs out, I'll also be affected by the 'The Grateful Dead' ability."
"Enough!"
A soft shout rang in Pesci's ears.
To avoid alerting the enemy, Prosciutto lowered his voice and suppressed his menacing aura.
Even so, the fierce glint in his eyes still made Pesci tremble with fear:
"You've really angered me, Pesci."
"But I'm not angry at your stupidity, I'm angry at your inner weakness!"
Prosciutto grabbed Pesci by the collar:
"If it were any of the other members of the team, they certainly wouldn't be worried about how to save their own lives in a situation like this."
"Even if they are 'aged' by my the Grateful Dead, even if their hands are broken and their legs are chopped off, they will not give the enemy an opportunity out of fear!"
"Pesci, Pesci"
Pesci's forehead was covered in a thin layer of cold sweat.
His elder brother's reprimand was like a nail, deeply piercing his fragile heart:
"You absolutely must grow—"
"We cannot achieve the glory of victory without being prepared to die."
"It's me, I understand."
Pesci swallowed nervously, her hand holding the ice pack trembling slightly.
Prosciutto gave him a cold glance:
"Throw away the excess ice, then..."
"To risk one's life!"
Belicoro is dead.
The box containing the boss's inheritance has fallen into Li Qing's hands.
Li Qing stood before Belicoro's corpse, clutching the box worth hundreds of billions, staring at the security camera that seemed to be watching from behind countless eyes.
He smiled calmly.
"Ha, so that's the kind of trick they're playing."
"If you just throw the meat bone into my hand, those vicious dogs will pounce on it without hesitation."
"This is really..."
The smile on Li Qing's lips subtly widened:
"Perfect!"
Anyway, the truth will be revealed sooner or later.
Since Diavolo himself didn't die, and he wasn't killed, his voice couldn't be silenced either.
Bucciarati's original plan was simply to keep the truth hidden for as long as possible, ideally consolidating his control over the organization before the truth was exposed, and quietly eliminating Diavolo, this unstable factor.
This plan to make a fortune quietly is clearly no longer feasible.
On the other hand, the inheritance was directly handed over to Li Qing, which saved them a lot of effort in "treasure hunting".
As for those ambitious people...
Bucciarati and his group might worry about the threat of those traitors, and that the world would descend into chaos as a result, but Li Qing was not afraid.
He knew his abilities would steadily improve, and the more enemies he faced, the faster he would level up.
As long as he keeps fighting and leveling up, Li Qing will soon become the second invincible boss—with absolute power, the world won't descend into chaos.
"Bring it on!"
"You vermin who only dare to hide behind your screens!"
Li Qing's arrogance was extremely overbearing.
He made no attempt to hide his face, placing it directly in front of the camera that was still broadcasting live.
He even waved the box, worth hundreds of billions, in front of the camera, just like a dog owner teasing a dog with a sausage.
"The boss's inheritance is with me. Come and take it if you dare!"
"Hehe.."
"You fear Diavolo, oh, I've forgotten. You cowards don't even know your boss's real name."
Li Qing's voice was full of mockery.
Compared to his companions who were carefully trying to avoid conflict, he now seemed to thrive on chaos.
"Fools, your boss, whom you fear like a tiger, has already lost."
"Do you think you, who bowed down and acted like dogs in front of that guy, still have the guts to bark at me?"
Li Qing unleashed his old skills from his past "laning" days in the Rift, launching a barrage of taunts in the public chat:
"Come on, let's not hold back if we have any ideas!"
"I'd like to see--"
"Who dares to kill me?!"
As soon as he finished speaking
A fishhook suddenly appeared under Li Qing's feet.
PS: Substitute Panel
The stand-in's name is "The Grateful Dead".
Ontology—— Prosciutto
Destructive power: B
Speed: E
Range: B (Sufficient to affect the entire train station)
Endurance: A
Motion precision: E
Growth potential: C
A humanoid stand-in with no feet and eyes covering its body.
Abilities: Causes rapid aging; distinguishes gender based on body temperature; aging is slower for women.
Ice can be used to lower body temperature and alleviate the symptoms. The closer one is to the Stand, the faster the aging process will accelerate.