An Unexpected Guest

Li Qing has confirmed that Yoshikage Kira is a pervert.

But what he didn't expect was that this seemingly very self-disciplined movie star's instinctive desires would be so strong:

"Miyuki."

"This hand looks just like Miyuki's!"

Li Qing had barely put down the Mona Lisa's Hand when Yoshikage Kira, who was practically bursting with craving, immediately put on an acting performance and burst into tears.

He cried loudly, putting on an overwhelmedly sorrowful appearance, while excitedly hugging the severed hand that "looked a lot like Miyuki".

To others, this might just be a pitiful man reminiscing about his girlfriend over an object.

But Li Qing's lips twitched violently once again, unable to contain themselves.

"That's insane!"

"Are you really that craving it?"

Li Qing naturally couldn't understand Yoshikage Kira's feelings.

He killed 46 people in the past 15 years, which is an average of only 3 people per year—such a figure would be the worst in the Passion Organization and would result in a pay cut.

He would only break his peaceful life and kill to vent his desires when he could no longer hold back.

But this time, Yoshikage Kira had just succeeded and hadn't even had a chance to get close to his girlfriend when Diavolo ruthlessly snatched her away halfway.

His long-suppressed desire was like a night's worth of urine that had been held in all night; finally, when there was a chance to release it, it was forcibly forced back into his bladder.

Now, right before me lies the Mona Lisa's Hand, a dream come true.

How could Yoshikage Kira possibly suppress the rage within him?

"He couldn't control his desires at all; instead, he was dominated by them."

"In that case, it would not be surprising if he did something terrible."

"That makes sense."

"That hand was actually created by Yoshikage Kira, but Diavolo is now using it as leverage against him."

"Since he's using this as leverage to threaten Yoshikage Kira, he must be trying to gain some benefit from Yoshikage Kira— "

"These two guys will be in contact again sooner or later."

Li Qing saw it more and more clearly.

He had already decided in his heart that he would keep a close eye on Yoshikage Kira for the next two days.

This Yoshikage Kira should be the one who can help them find a breakthrough with Diavolo.

With that thought in mind, Li Qing pretended nothing was wrong and didn't look at Yoshikage Kira.

He stood there, tears streaming down his face, clutching a severed hand, "missing his deceased wife," while Li Qing sat down attentively to eat and drink tea.

The silent confrontation has come to a temporary end.

Everyone sat down to eat, and no one questioned Yoshikage Kira, who was "overwhelmed with grief," and the atmosphere gradually became peaceful.

However, at this moment

Suddenly, the doorbell rang at the Higashikata Family's house.

"We don't need to subscribe to a newspaper!"

Josuke Higashikata habitually yelled at the door.

Because his family rarely has guests, those who come at this time are mostly salespeople.

"I'm not a salesperson."

"Could you please open the door? I need to speak with you here."

A gentle and refined male voice came from outside the door.

The voice was both young and steady, making you imagine a vibrant young person.

"Hmm?" Josuke Higashikata got up and opened the door, puzzled.

Li Qing and the others exchanged glances, then put down their chopsticks and cautiously followed Jōsuke out to greet the guests.

Of course, Yoshikage Kira remained at the restaurant.

It's good that everyone's gone; he can now have even more fun with that severed hand.

Li Qing and the others ignored Yoshikage Kira and walked to the entrance with Josuke Higashikata, standing behind the door to wait.

So, as soon as the door opened, the young man outside saw a group of strangely dressed, muscular men, as if he had just walked into the Shaolin Temple's Eighteen Bronze Men Formation.

But he showed no signs of nervousness whatsoever.

"Hello everyone."

"My name is Rohan Kishibe, I am 20 years old, and I am a manga artist."

"Can I come in and have a seat?"

The young man with flowing, short green hair introduced himself directly.

He also carried paintbrushes and sketchbooks with him, which certainly gave him the air of a cartoonist.

And Che, perhaps because his shiny bald head was too conspicuous among the group of strange hairstyles, this man named Rohan Kishibe kept staring intently at Li Qing in the crowd while he was speaking.

Li Qing felt a little uneasy under their gaze, and said in a deep voice:

"Rohan Kishibe?"

I don't care if you're an old man from the Northwest or the Northeast.

"We don't know you at all, why should we invite you in?"

"I'm sorry to bother you."

Rohan Kishibe was very friendly.

"Actually, I've been traveling Morioh lately gathering material, so I'm collecting all sorts of interesting stories."

"I was a little curious when I saw you foreigners driving by on the street in such a hurry today."

"You must have come all this way to Morioh for a special reason, so I came here specifically to have a good chat with you all."

He gave an unbelievable reason.

Then, without waiting for Li Qing to question him, Rohan Kishibe confidently said to Giorno and the others:

"Are you Italy?"

"I've always been interested in Italy. Can we talk about it?"

He said this in pure Italy.

This made Giorno and Abbacchio feel a little more favorably toward this stranger.

But more than anything, there is vigilance:

After all, at such a sensitive time, one needs to be wary of any stranger who approaches.

"What do you want to talk about?"

Li Qing, playing the stern face, helped everyone shoo people away and see guests off:

"What kind of reason is it to follow someone here after bumping into them on the street?"

"Think about it yourself, isn't this strange?"

"No, I'm really just a cartoonist who came out to gather material."

"Rohan Kishibe, you guys really haven't heard of this name at all?"

Rohan Kishibe reiterated his identity as a manga artist.

"Rohan Kishibe".

Josuke Higashikata was the first to react. "It seems there is such a manga artist here."

"My classmates are all reading his comics, but what's the name of that comic again?"

"The Pink Dark Boy".

Rohan Kishibe proudly introduced himself.

"The Pink Dark Boy?"

Giorno could also understand Japanese to a limited extent, and the titles of manga often had globally recognized pronunciations:

"This is indeed a very famous long-running serialized work!"

"I read this manga when Italy school in Italy. The Pink Dark Boy is a very influential manga in the world."

"Oh? Is it that famous?"

Li Qing looked completely bewildered: He had no idea about a globally renowned long-running comic book series 20 years later.

Was it completely submerged by the river of time, or is this comic actually a unique product that only exists in this other world?

Li Qing didn't quite understand.

But judging from Giorno's eager expression, this 13-year-old gangster boss seems to be a little manga fan in secret.

"I am Rohan Kishibe."

"You can see my picture if you just buy any comic book on the street."

"So please believe me, I'm really not a suspicious person."

Rohan Kishibe earnestly emphasized his purpose for coming.

With the added advantage of his status as a famous cartoonist, people have gradually stopped rejecting him.

Li Qing was the only one who wasn't really interested, since he had never heard of the famous manga artist Rohan Kishibe, let alone seen that so-called phenomenal work.

"I still think this guy is very suspicious."

"They came to our door out of nowhere; that's a really flimsy excuse."

Just as Li Qing was about to shoo them away, he heard Rohan Kishibe say calmly:

"I have Akira Toriyama's original manuscripts at home."

"If you let me in to talk, I can give you the original manuscript."

"Akira Toriyama's original manuscript?"

Li Qing's expression changed instantly.

At that moment, he had a strange feeling that someone had seen right through him:

Because he grew up watching "Dragon Ball," he can be considered a die-hard fan of Akira Toriyama due to his childhood nostalgia.

Now, Rohan Kishibe has actually managed to pull out Akira Toriyama's original manuscript right off the bat, which can be said to have completely hit his weak spot.

"Hahaha"

"Are you going to give me something so valuable?"

Without saying a word, Li Qing made way for him:

"Please come in, Mr. Cartoonist."

Rohan Kishibe chuckled and nodded, then walked into the gate of the Higashikata Family without hesitation.

The group entered the living room, Rohan Kishibe casually found a seat on the sofa, his movements as relaxed and at ease as if he were in his own home.

Li Qing and the others took their seats and surrounded the Rohan Kishibe.

Yoshikage Kira, who was hiding in the restaurant next door playing with his hands, was also attracted by the commotion and quietly cast an inquiring glance from behind the door.

"Um, Mr. Cartoonist, what would you like to talk to us about?"

Li Qing asked tentatively, still remaining wary.

Rohan Kishibe didn't answer directly, but instead picked up his paintbrush and started sketching in his sketchbook, seemingly recording what he was looking for.

"Just tell me your stories."

"What do you Italy for? Why did you come to Morioh?"

The Rohan Kishibe raised this question.

Li Qing and the others all looked somewhat troubled:

Their purpose in coming to Morioh was a secret; they couldn't just tell any passerby.

"But."

Li Qing, however, vaguely noticed something strange:

"You said we Italy as soon as we met. How did you figure that out?"

Li Qing is from China, Polnareff is French, and Giorno, after activating his father's bloodline, has a completely British appearance.

Only Abbacchio is a pure Italy, but this guy is dressed strangely and has a head of loose silver hair, so it's really hard to tell his nationality from his appearance.

How could Rohan Kishibe tell at a glance that they came with Italy?

"I heard you speaking Italy on the street."

"Rohan Kishibe," came the reply.

But Li Qing always felt that such an answer was somewhat perfunctory:

"We were in the car the whole time, how could our voices still carry onto the street?"

"Sure."

"If I said I heard it, then of course I heard it."

Rohan Kishibe sensed the atmosphere of interrogating prisoners.

He stopped painting and said somewhat impatiently:

"Mr. Li Qing, can't you speak to me calmly?"

"Cannot!"

Li Qing's expression suddenly changed.

His muscles tensed instantly, and he instinctively stood up and stepped back.

"Mr. Li Qing?"

"Great cartoonist, can you tell me?"

When did I tell you my name?