Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Although Diavolo thought he was in control of the situation, Scribe was killed by a gun just as Rolling Stone predicted.

destiny.

Are you really unable to resist?

In the face of these two extremely heavy words, Diavolo foresaw his own death.

No matter what you do, it's all in vain

We are all just slaves of fate

Scolibee's pessimistic words kept echoing in his mind, making him uneasy.

No!

The Emperor is me, Diavolo! Still never changed!

Diavolo gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with infinite fire:

What about fate?

Since fate has destined me to die soon, then I will smash this damn fate with my own hands!

At this moment, he couldn't help but start thinking about a question:

Why does Rolling Stone show his impending death? What could threaten him, the dark emperor who has been invincible for more than ten years?

Li Qing.

Diablo immediately thought of the bald man who suddenly broke into his low-key life.

Scolibie seems to have said that Rolling Stone suddenly sensed his and my impending death around eight o'clock this morning.

Around eight o'clock in the morning.

Isn't this when that damn bald man appeared in my room?!

Yes. It was at that time.

My, Diavolo's destiny has been changed!

At this moment, the unfamiliar oriental name 'Li Qing' suddenly became a poisonous snake entangled in Diavolo's heart and refused to leave.

Diavolo no longer thinks of him as just a disgusting sewer rat, nor does he regard him as a bed bug that can be easily strangled - Lee Sin has become his destined enemy, the one he must eliminate. nightmare!

We can't continue to be so casual.

I must use every possible means and mobilize all available forces to kill this bald man as soon as possible!

Diavolo thought so.

Prior to this, because he was worried that information about his stand-in ability would be leaked to organizational cadres whose loyalty was doubtful, he only mobilized the most trustworthy members of the Guards to snipe Li Qing.

But now, Diavolo can't care so much anymore.

He knew that he had to take some small risks and mobilize all the power that the Passion organization could mobilize in Naples to extinguish this fateful enemy before it could rise.

Of course.

His true identity and substitute abilities must never be exposed.

If those organization cadres heard something they shouldn't have heard while dealing with Li Qing, then...

Today. A coldness gradually emerged from Diavolo's magical eyes that blended yellow and green: I'm afraid many people will die.

Deep inside Naples prison, VIP suite.

That's right

In this prison where serious prisoners are held, there is actually a VIP suite that is well-decorated and fully equipped with Internet access, phone calls, a refrigerator, a TV, a supply of fresh food, and 24-hour attentive waiters (prison guards).

The person living here is Polpo, an organizational cadre of Passion in charge of local affairs in Naples.

You can see some clues from this obviously irregular VIP suite.

He lives here not because he was caught committing a crime, but because he wants to live here.

As a prominent figure in the Passion organization, the entire Naples prison, no, the entire city of Naples, is Bolbo's territory.

A big tree attracts the wind. While Polbo controlled huge power, he also attracted endless enemies to himself.

Rather than risk living outside, it is better to live directly in this prison, which is heavily guarded at all times.

Anyway, for Bolbo, going to prison feels like going home. The feeling in prison is much better than at home. Everyone in prison is his little brother and they speak nicely.

Somebody come!

Come here quickly. I have something important to tell you!

Bolbo rang the bell in the room and called the prison guards to come and serve him like a hotel waiter:

Soon, a neatly dressed and serious-looking female prison guard pushed in the door:

Lord Bolpo?

Any orders?

She may look like an upright police officer, but she immediately recognizes Bolbo, the criminal, as the boss.

Porpo was no slouch either.

This fat man, who was a full two and a half meters tall and as bloated as a giant bear that had gained weight by eating sea food before hibernating, slowly stood up from his luxurious sofa.

He looked down at the female prison guard:

The first thing is to open the door and prepare the car. The boss has an order, and I will go out personally this time.

The second thing is to inform all the members of the organization in Naples, especially the gangsters on the outermost edge of the organization who are responsible for collecting street intelligence:

Let them use all means to hunt down a bald Eastern man named 'Li Qing' throughout the city.

The third thing.

Bolbo paused for a moment and then specifically asked:

Inform Team Bucciarati and tell them that the organization needs their strength now.

Naples, a seemingly ordinary tea restaurant.

This is actually the permanent base of the Bucciarati team.

The Bucciarati Team is a combat team under Polpo composed entirely of stand-ins, responsible for maintaining underground order in Naples and doing some dirty work.

Of course, it's a team

In fact, there are only three people in total now, and most of them are still minors:

18-year-old Bruno Bucciarati.

14-year-old Panakoda Fugo.

15-year-old Naranga Gilka.

Although these three people are ridiculously young, as the top combat force that Bolbo trusts most, their own strength is undoubtedly beyond doubt.

However, this number is still a bit small.

The leader of the team, Bucciarati, has also been selecting suitable substitute messengers to enrich his team.

And today, it happens to be the time when a new member joins the team:

Leo Apache, 19 years old.

Your previous occupation was a police officer?

Hey, why are you here to join us as a gangster if you leave a good policeman alone? Are you here to be an undercover agent?

Looking at the new member of the team named Apache who had just introduced himself, Fuge, who was a little grumpy, was the first to question.

At this time, Captain Bucciarati was outside receiving an impromptu call from the boss.

The responsibility of getting to know each other with the newcomers naturally falls on Fuge, who is only 14 years old and is the second veteran to join the team.

19 years old?

He's older than Bucciarati. He's a whole lot older than me.

One, two, three, four or four years old!

One, two, three bigger than Fugo

The 'genius child' Nalanjia, who had no skill points in mathematics, stretched his fingers and counted the age gap between the newcomer Apaki and them seriously.

Of course, no matter what Naranja is doing.

He didn't even look at the so-called newcomer.

Are you going to give the newcomers a thumbs up?

It's so boring.

Apache curled his lips inconspicuously, and then answered Fugo's question calmly:

If I need to say anything, I told Bucciarati before joining the team.

That's right. I used to be a policeman. I left the police force for some reasons, and now I want to change my career to a gangster.

As for whether I'm an undercover agent?

hehe.

He shrugged helplessly and smiled:

I knew when I was a police officer that this country called Italy was rotten from the inside out.

Isn't the so-called 'police force' a branch opened by you mafia gangs?

Whose fault am I lying under?

Ha ha ha ha.

Upon hearing this, Fugo immediately restrained his violent temper and laughed exaggeratedly:

Just kidding, I was just joking.

You are the new guy here, we must take care of you!

Come!

Drink this cup of tea first, and from now on you will be our own!

With that said, Fuge stood up from the table and poured Apaki a cup of steaming black tea in a friendly voice.

Then

In front of Apache, he leaned over and dug out a ball of black mud from under his leather shoes, threw it into the teacup, and stirred it with his fingers.

come!

Apache, drink it!

Fuge pushed the darkened cup of tea in front of Apaki with a smile on his face.

Pediatrics.

All organizations have ways to welcome newcomers. Now it seems that compared to the police force, you gangsters are not dark enough!

Apache made no secret of his disdain.

As he spoke, he picked up the cup of freshly baked muddy water and drank it without changing his expression.

No

Did he really drink it?

Fuge and Nalanjia were both stunned by this hand.

What a ruthless character.

With a guy like this in the team, the newcomers who join in the future will definitely have a hard time, right?

Seeing Apache's skillful performance in 'welcoming newcomers', they couldn't help but worry about the newcomers who might join the team next.

At this time, Bucciarati came back from the phone call.

This man, who is only 18 years old, always reveals a special temperament as calm and steady as an adult, as refreshing as an elder when talking to his friends:

Apache.

How's it going? Are you getting along well with Fuge and Nalanja?

fine.

Apaki said lightly: These two 'little' seniors are very good at taking care of others.

That's good

Bucciarati's slightly suspicious eyes flickered back and forth on the guilty faces of Fugo and Nalanja, but in the end he said nothing more:

Now that everyone knows each other, let's get down to business!

Things are a little sudden, but

Apache.

He took a special look at the newcomer who had just joined the team: Here comes your first mission after becoming a gangster.

oh?

Apache asked with great interest: What is the mission?

Bucciarati took a deep breath and answered slowly: Kill.