Diavolo

The mastermind behind the Passion organization is named Diavolo.

In Spanish, that name means "devil" or "demon."

His mother was a lowly prisoner, and his father's identity is unknown. He was raised to adulthood by a gentle and benevolent priest.

Strangely, though the priest was a devout follower of God, he gave his adopted son a demonic name.

But it must be said, the name was not ill-chosen—

Diavolo is a demon by nature.

When he made his debut as a youth, he emotionlessly killed the birth mother who gave him life, the adoptive father who raised him, and incidentally, all his neighbors who knew him. He then burned down the village he had lived in for nineteen years.

After establishing the Passion organization, the number of innocent people who died by his hand became even more countless.

Most villains commit murder and evil deeds merely to satisfy their desires, to contend for two vulgar things: women and wealth.

But Diavolo enjoyed neither of these.

To prevent enemies from discovering his secrets and to firmly secure his throne as the king of the underworld, he lived a low-key, anonymous life from the moment he founded the Passion organization.

He needed women, but he feared leaving any trace of his existence. He dared not let any rumors leak, nor did he dare to have offspring.

Therefore, before indulging his desires each time, he had to scout suitable targets in advance, prepare safety measures and post-coital cleanup. Going to bed was more exhausting for him than others going to work.

Diavolo certainly possessed immense wealth.

However, he himself was busy constantly hiding and evading. To maintain his low profile, he only took the most ordinary public transportation and stayed in the cheapest common inns.

He didn't marry, buy land, or have children. He didn't love money at all; money was meaningless to him.

So then, For what purpose did this man commit evil?

He committed evil for the sake of committing evil.

Just as people eat food, dogs eat shit, and Dio eats bread, Diavolo is a natural god of destruction. To him, killing and doing evil was like an instinct.

As long as he could firmly occupy the position of the organization's boss, he could drive the Passion organization to continuously expand, bringing more pain and more chaos to this world.

And those enemies who dared to usurp his position, strike at his endeavors, and stop his wicked deeds would ultimately become sacrifices buried beneath Diavolo's throne:

Just like today—

A bald Stand User, ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, had unknowingly appeared in the room where he had recently left his mark.

Without a doubt, this was an act of transgression that deserved the most extreme penalty.

And this bald man, who attempted to investigate his true identity, although possessing a seemingly powerful Stand ability, was still far from reaching a level where he could pose a threat to him.

Because Diavolo knew his Stand was invincible:

"King Crimson!"

A fist, a fist whose speed seemed faster than a bullet, suddenly erupted from behind Li Qing.

Li Qing had already sensed this punch.

However, he could not dodge it.

The speed of that fist was so fast, so fast that it was enough to plunge Li Qing into despair.

Ultimately, this punch blasted open his back, pierced his heart, and even burst through his chest.

Li Qing, like a chá pierced by a pitchfork in a watermelon field under the moonlight, was impaled on that fist, unable to move.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and bones and flesh were crushed into mud by this punch.

Perhaps because the punch was too fast, Li Qing didn't even feel pain at this moment, only a slight difficulty in breathing.

"Ugh..."

He widened his eyes, clinging to the last shred of clarity in his mind.

Then, at this critical juncture, Li Qing timely activated his "Stand ability":

"the Blind Monk!"

Digitization Mode instantly activated, the surging blood solidified in an instant, and his shattered body began to rapidly recover.

Li Qing successfully saved his life.

But even so, his health bar, which had been restored to 100% after leveling up, plummeted to 53% due to this punch.

Two more hits like that, and he would have died on the spot.

It should be noted that Li Qing's health and defense had both been greatly increased after leveling up.

This meant...

Under the System's damage calculation, this punch inflicted damage on him several times greater than a handgun fired at close range.

"Is this even human?"

Li Qing exclaimed this in his mind, but immediately arrived at the answer:

Clearly not.

His acute senses told him that the guy who punched through his chest from behind was like a dead man, with no heartbeat and no breathing.

Strangely, Li Qing could also sense an incredibly powerful mental force from the guy.

And the man he had previously sensed, with a heartbeat and breathing, was still standing behind that guy, about two meters away from "him".

"The one attacking me isn't human, it's a Stand, the Stand of the man two meters away!"

"This is a Stand attack!"

Fortunately, having watched a couple of episodes of JOJO, Li Qing could immediately find an explanation for this bizarre situation.

And he was indeed correct.

If Li Qing still had his sight, he would turn around and see this:

Two meters away, a middle-aged man with a youthful appearance, sharp eyes, an evil aura, and a head of striking rose-red hair, stood with one hand on his hip, legs slightly bent, and body leaning forward in a peculiar and fashionable pose.

That was Diavolo, Diavolo in his "Boss" persona.

And the guy standing two meters in front of him, pressed tightly against Li Qing's back, was a tall, burly, muscle-bound humanoid Stand—

King Crimson!

A "Stand" is like a phantom, an embodiment of pure spiritual energy.

The appearance of a Stand can, to some extent, reflect the true inner world of its user.

And King Crimson's appearance perfectly represented Diavolo's evil and terror:

It was nearly two meters tall, with a ferocious and terrifying expression, a small face like a mask on its forehead, and its body covered in red and white patterns, exuding an air of malevolence.

It was like a muscular humanoid beast, or a cold and ruthless killing machine.

Simply standing beside it, Li Qing instinctively felt an indescribable pressure.

"So strong..."

Considering the thick arm still firmly embedded in his body, Li Qing deeply recognized the crisis.

He hastily moved his body forward, trying to break free from the fist that had pierced his chest.

King Crimson also did not stop Li Qing's movement.

Because its user, Diavolo, was standing unmoving not far away, watching Li Qing's feeble struggles with the cold gaze of someone looking at a dead man:

"He's not dead yet?"

"It seems your Stand ability is more powerful than I imagined."

Thanks to Amor's efforts, Diavolo had beforehand obtained a lot of important information about Li Qing's "Stand ability".

He knew that a "blood gauge" would appear above Li Qing's head when he used his Stand ability. By simply observing whether that strange red frame appeared above Li Qing's head, one could determine if he was using his Stand ability.

Therefore, Diavolo had been waiting nearby for the best moment to strike, aiming to kill Li Qing with a single blow when he wasn't using his "Stand ability".

The plan had succeeded, but Li Qing had still survived by a narrow margin.

"A mistake."

"I should have aimed for the head just now."

Diavolo spoke words of reflection, but his tone held no sincerity.

He was scrutinizing Li Qing, whose chest had just been pierced by a fist but was now not bleeding even a drop, as if observing a rare animal:

"To have his heart crushed by King Crimson's punch and still be able to move freely without being affected."

"And after breaking free from King Crimson's fist, the gaping hole in your chest instantly healed, becoming perfectly intact."

"Amor's report was correct. You can only 'take damage', but you don't 'get injured'."

"Not bad, your Stand ability is very strong."

"It's more than enough to deal with mortals like Amor."

"What a pity."

A hint of condescending arrogance suddenly filled his voice:

"The one standing before you now..."

"Is me, Diavolo!"