The Petty Man

If someone is timid for too long, it becomes hard for others to be afraid of them.

Seeing the amazing Stand ability that Willy displayed, the thugs did not develop the concept of "not provoking superpowered people," but instead had the subtle thought that "superpowered people are nothing special."

Especially the burly thug whose wife was transformed by Willy.

Feeling the mocking gazes of his companions, this "gangster boss," who usually cultivated a ruthless and merciless persona, was now so ashamed and enraged that he was on the verge of madness.

"You bastard!"

"Willy Coward, I'm going to kill you right now!"

As he spoke, he grabbed a thick steel pipe and slammed it hard into Willy's chest.

This hammer blow was incredibly powerful; if it had landed squarely, the person would have been either killed or severely injured.

Moreover, even if a Stand is used to block it, it's useless:

The woman created by Willy's Stand is even more fragile than Willie himself. Using her as a human shield would only increase the damage to Willie's main body.

"I'll die. I really will die."

Willy was filled with despair and fear, and of course, a long-suppressed hatred.

At that moment, everyone who had ever hurt him flashed through his mind.

He hated his parents and brothers, his former teachers and classmates, the gangsters who had humiliated and beaten him, and he also hated Bucciarati.

Yes, he hates Bucciarati.

"Damn it. Damn it."

"It's all because of your irresponsible and reckless defection that I've ended up in this state!"

"And why did you look down on me back then? Why didn't you let me take the test?"

"You blocked my path to advancement, robbed me of the opportunity to become stronger, and even let that blond brat beat me up and send me to the hospital!"

Recalling his miserable past of being "ruthlessly targeted by Bucciarati," Willy's eyes were filled with intense hatred:

You are just like everyone else.

They all deserve to die!

He cursed his countless enemies in his mind before closing his eyes in despair.

And at this time...

Bang!

The thick steel pipe suddenly made a dull hum as it struck something in mid-air.

The thugs couldn't see what was blocking the steel pipe, but Willy could—it was a blue arm.

"Steel Chain Fingers!"

Bucciarati unzipped the wall and emerged from the alternate dimension along with his Stand.

At the same time, Steel Chain Fingers easily snatched the steel pipe from the thugs and casually tossed it aside, causing it to embed itself directly into the wall.

"Well"

Fugo appeared helplessly, saying, "Seriously, why save such a piece of trash?"

Although somewhat reluctant, he was familiar with Bucciarati's kind nature and had actually anticipated the current situation.

"No way."

"Since Bucciarati has already made his move, let's finish this quickly."

Li Qing followed closely behind and climbed out of the alternate dimension, then flexed his arm in a rather threatening manner in front of the dumbfounded thugs.

Soon after, Giorno, Narancia, and Abbacchio also appeared.

In this dimly lit alley where there was no one else, six living people suddenly appeared.

Upon seeing this, the dozen or so henchmen's expressions changed drastically:

"Boss Bucciarati?!"

Bucciarati has long managed street affairs in Naples and enjoys prestige within the organization that rivals that of Naples cadre Polpo.

These lackeys certainly recognized him:

"What are you doing here?"

Upon seeing Bucciarati suddenly appear, they were all trembling with fear.

Willy has been falsely claiming to be "Bucciarati's confidant," and now Bucciarati has actually come out to support Willy.

Thinking about what they had just done, the thugs all felt a chill run down their spines.

"Boss Bucciarati, it was all an accident."

They subconsciously offered feeble excuses.

A few of the more astute thugs reacted instantly:

"Boss, no matter what the organization says, we are loyal to you."

"We will absolutely not report your presence here to our superiors."

While exaggerating their loyalty, they shrank back towards the alleyway.

But Bucciarati showed no mercy:

"Feel sorry."

"Putting everything else aside, I can't risk revealing my whereabouts by letting you go."

"Steel Chain Fingers!"

The blue humanoid avatar roared out, unleashing a flurry of punches. "Knock them out!"

"Oh, just knock them out?"

The henchmen, on the contrary, breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Bucciarati's reputation had long been known throughout Naples, and they dared not put up any resistance, so they obediently let the Steel Chain Fingers knock them unconscious one by one.

In just a few seconds, more than a dozen unconscious "wooden figures" appeared on the ground.

Is that all?

Fugo snorted somewhat discontentedly:

"As soon as these guys wake up, they'll definitely start reporting us to their superiors."

"We can't kill them all, can we?" Bucciarati sighed. "They are all subordinates I've dealt with before, and I even know the parents of many of them."

As he spoke, he deliberately turned back to look at Willy, who was slumped on the ground:

"Are you alright?" Bucciarati asked softly.

Willy seemed stunned and terrified from the beating, only now reacting with a startled frenzy:

"Ah?"

"Boo- Bucciarati, what are you doing here?!"

"It's me."

Bucciarati responded calmly.

He looked at Willy with a complex expression of pity for his misfortune and anger at his lack of self-confidence:

"Willy, I can't save you one more time."

"Face reality. With your personality and abilities, there's absolutely no way you can survive in the underworld."

"It's not too late to go home now."

Bucciarati said earnestly:

"Go back to your studies, go to university, and live a good life as an ordinary person."

"The lives of ordinary people."

Willy clenched his teeth, his mind flashing back to those tragic scenes from the past.

For some reason, Bucciarati's gaze, which was not malicious but contained a hint of contempt, inexplicably turned into a sharp dagger in his heart.

The bayonet pierced straight into his heart, severing the heartstring that could no longer bear the weight.

"What do you know? What do you know!"

"If I could have lived a peaceful and ordinary life, how could I have gotten to where I am today!"

"Bucciarati."

He gritted his teeth and muttered Bucciarati's name:

"I know you've always looked down on me!"

"They wouldn't let me take the test, they had me severely beaten, and in the end, they just gave me a low-level henchman job."

"In your eyes, I'm just the kind of dog you can easily dismiss, right?!"

"Tsk tsk."

Before Bucciarati could even speak, Li Qing couldn't help but voice his disdain:

"Give them a little encouragement and they'll really take off?"

"If you have such a temper, why didn't you say anything when you were hit just now?"

If you get too close, they become disrespectful; if you keep your distance, they resent you.

Li Qing hates these spineless yet temperamental scoundrels the most.

Calling you a dog is an understatement.

"Even a well-trained dog knows to protect its owner; how could it speak so disrespectfully to its savior like you?!"

"Bucciarati".

He frowned deeply and said with some dissatisfaction, "You shouldn't have shown yourself in the first place."

"Hmm"

Bucciarati's expression was also not good.

He never imagined that behind Willy's timid and cowardly exterior lay such a disgusting ugliness.

If Bucciarati had known that Willy was such a hopeless guy, even with his kind heart, he would never have helped him.

And now.

Since we've already saved him, we can't just kill him ourselves.

"Well"

Bucciarati let out a long sigh, his voice gradually turning cold:

"I've said everything I needed to say."

"Willy, you'd better watch yourself!"

With that, he prepared to lead Li Qing and the others straight away to meet up with Mista in the underground parking garage.

But Willy had completely gone mad.

Because he never dared to get angry at the people who bullied him, Willy never showed the emotion of "anger" in his life.

Now, the gentleness that Bucciarati subconsciously displayed gave him an outlet for his emotions.

The long-suppressed negative emotions have finally erupted completely.

Bucciarati had only walked a few meters when he lunged forward like a mad dog and grabbed Bucciarati's leg.

"It's all your fault!!"

He roared hysterically:

"Saying I'm not capable of working in the underworld. In the end, it's all because you look down on me and ruined my chance to become stronger!"

"Neuropathy!"

Li Qing felt so disgusted that she almost vomited, and nearly kicked this human trash away.

And just then...

A huge, dark shadow suddenly appeared beside Willy.

P. S.: Here's an extra chapter to make up for the missed break. I tried my best. _(:з"∠)_

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