Chocola

Not long after.

In a corner of Naples, Diavolo, with a cold expression, dialed a phone:

"Demolition team, I have a mission for you:"

"Go to the Sergieta neighborhood on the coast of Palermo and blow that place up."

"Yes, boss!"

"Our demolition team guarantees to complete the mission!"

"But boss, could you tell me more specifically what the mission objective is?"

"Didn't I tell you? The Sergieta neighborhood in Palermo."

"Then what?"

"Which street and building in the Sergieta district is the target of this mission?"

"No, you idiot!"

Diavolo's voice sounded slightly out of control.

He suppressed the turmoil surging within him and growled in a low, authoritative voice:

"Don't make me say it a third time—I want you to blow up not just buildings, but the whole neighborhood, the entire neighborhood!"

"Bring out all the explosives you can use and raze that entire block to the ground!"

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The subordinate on the other end of the phone was terrified by this insane order:

"Bomb... bomb an entire block?"

"Boss, isn't this going too far? If this gets out of control, we won't be able to contain it!"

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"I don't care what you think, I care what I think!"

"I don't care what you think, today, I want to see the news of that neighborhood completely disappearing on the top headline of the evening news!"

Before the demolition team could even utter a sound, Diavolo had already angrily hung up the phone.

He gripped his phone tightly, a lingering killing intent flickering in his eerie, yellow-green pupils.

"Damn it! Absolutely awful!"

"Moody Blues. Why does such a terrible stand-in exist in the world!"

Moody Blues can be recreated with just two elements: time and place.

Diavolo's greatest aversion and sensitivity stems from the ability of someone to investigate his past.

The thought of having Moody Blues as a Stand made Diavolo feel like a little girl with a skirt that was too short, always feeling like someone was secretly staring at her private parts wherever she went.

And what's worse is

When other personnel arrived at the scene, only Fernando's body was found.

He realized that he had died from some kind of deadly virus, and there just happened to be a Stand User in Bucciarati Team who could release the deadly virus.

Diavolo later couldn't contain himself and called Bucciarati to inquire about the situation, but no one answered.

All signs indicate that Abbacchio is very likely, no, the entire Bucciarati Team is highly suspected of betraying the organization.

"Abbacchio Li Qing"

"One of them knows my Stand ability, and the other has the ability to go back in time to find out my true identity."

"If they really do get together."

"Even if I could erase all traces of my presence in Port of Palermo this morning, I certainly couldn't erase all the traces I left behind in the past, present, and future. They will definitely find a loophole!"

Of course, putting all that aside, what Diavolo cares about most is the simple yet weighty word "fate":

"Is it really just such a coincidence?"

"In just one day, first a cockroach appeared that could know my Stand ability and still survive, and then a bug that could spy on other people's past emerged."

His face stiffened as he calculated the enemy's inexplicably surging combat strength:

"And there's Bucciarati, Fugo, Narancia, that Mista who dared to call and humiliate me. And that blond brat who appeared with Li Qing on Mount Vesuvius."

"Li Qing's forces are growing stronger!"

"And the person who brought them together."

"It is indeed me, Diavolo!"

Diavolo felt like a fly caught in a spider's web; the more he struggled, the tighter the web entangled him.

"If I hadn't seen that damn rock, I wouldn't have been careful enough to need the help of the lower-level organizations."

"If I don't use the power of the lower-level organizations, Bucciarati and the others will never have been able to meet with Li Qing."

"Fate, is this fate?"

Although he didn't yet know the true outcome of Bucciarati and the others' pursuit of Li Qing, he instinctively sensed that the situation might be extremely dire.

"Damn it!!"

"This damned fate, is it really not on my side?"

Consumed by fear and anger, Diavolo longed to rush to Li Qing's side and eliminate this major threat.

But reason told him he couldn't act impulsively.

After all

The ability to be Moody Blues is just too troublesome.

If he acts rashly without a sure chance of victory, his true colors will be exposed to his opponent due to his recklessness.

In this way, the enemy can simply replay the battle footage, saving them the trouble of searching for traces of his past.

"Calm."

"Observe the situation first and then make a calm judgment. This is the right thing to do."

Diavolo tried his best to adjust his mindset, but unknowingly, he squeezed the sturdy Nokia phone so hard that a shocking crack appeared in his hand.

Just when this unfortunate phone was about to break down, a sudden ringtone saved it.

"Hello?"

Diavolo answered the phone, and soon an annoying voice came from the other end.

The voice was full of excitement, exhilaration, and joy, but it lacked any respect or awe for Diavolo, the powerful boss.

"Boss, is this the boss?"

"I have taken note of your order!"

"Although the journey is quite long and time is a bit tight."

"But in order to help my dear boss solve his problem, Secco and I still went through all the trouble of flying over in a helicopter."

"Ha ha ha ha."

That voice became increasingly repulsive:

"How's it going, boss?"

"Considering how loyal I Chocola, will you let me kill freely this time?"

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Diavolo fell silent for a moment:

Chocola, one of his Royal Guard.

It's no exaggeration to say that this guy is the most "skilled" member of his Royal Guard.

However, Chocola is a bloodthirsty madman with a penchant for killing, a biological waste that even Diavolo, this "scumbag boss," despises.

Diavolo at least had a purpose in killing, while Jokulrat killed simply for the thrill.

It's certainly a good thing that dogs bite.

But if the dog goes crazy and bites people randomly, the owner will be very unhappy.

"Damn it! Why did this mad dog come here?"

Diavolo thought to himself with displeasure:

"This is a densely populated city."

"If I let this mad dog out and let it bite people indiscriminately, I don't know how much effort I'll have to put into cleaning up its mess afterwards!"

Thinking this, he replied in an icy tone:

"Chocola, you're not needed here."

"Go back to where you came from!"

"Etc."

Diavolo was about to chase away Chocola, who had come all this way just to have his fill of killing, when he suddenly changed his mind halfway through his sentence:

He even blew up the Palermo port area to cover his tracks.

Destroying another Naples doesn't seem like a big deal.

"You should stay."

Diavolo gave the order in a very dangerous tone.

"Oh?" The voice on the other end of the phone was almost distorted with excitement. "Can we go all out and kill?"

"Can."

With so many lice, Diavolo wasn't afraid of being bitten anymore, so he simply let the mad dog out.

"Perfect."

Mista, Abbacchio, Bucciarati, Fugo, Narancia, Li Qing, and an unnamed blond brat.

A string of names flashed through his mind. "Too many suicidal guys."