Although Diapolo thought he was in control of the situation, Scrolibi was still dead at the gun as the "Rolling Stone" predicted.

"destiny"

"Is it really impossible to resist?"

In front of these two extremely heavy words, Diapolo foresaw his own death.

No matter what you do, it will be futile

We are all just slaves to fate

Scolibi's pessimistic words kept echoing in his mind, making him restless.

"No!"

"The "Emperor" is me, Diapolo! It has never changed!"

Diapolo gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with endless fire:

"So what about fate?"

"Since fate is destined to die soon, 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 destiny of death? What can threaten him, the dark emperor who has been invincible for more than ten years?

"Li Qing."

Diaporo immediately thought of this bald man who suddenly broke into his low-key life.

"Scrollby seemed to have said that "Rolling Stone" was around 8 o'clock this morning, and suddenly he and I were dying."

“Around 8 o’clock in the morning”

"Isn't this the damn bald man when he showed up in my room?!"

“That’s right, it was at that time”

"My Destiny of Diapolo has been changed!"

At this moment, the strange oriental name "Li Qing" suddenly became a poisonous snake that was wrapped around Diapolo's heart and refused to leave.

Diapolo no longer felt that he was just a disgusting sewer rat, nor did he treat him as a bed bug that could be strangled to death with his own fingers. Li Qing has become his destined enemy and a nightmare that he must erase!

"You can't continue like this anymore."

"I must do everything possible to mobilize all the power that can be mobilized and erase this bald man as soon as possible!"

Diapolo thought so.

Before this, he was worried that information about his substitute ability would be leaked to those organizational cadres with doubts about loyalty, so he only mobilized the most trusted members of the personal guard to come and snipe Li Qing.

And now, Diapolo can no longer care about so much.

He knew that he had to take some small risks and mobilize all the forces that the Passion organization could mobilize in Naples, and put out this fateful enemy before it rose.

Of course

Your true identity and substitute abilities must not be exposed.

If those organizational cadres heard something they shouldn't have heard when dealing with Li Qing, then

"Today" a cold feeling gradually emerged from Diapolona's mysterious pupils that blended yellow and green: "I'm afraid many people will die."

Deep in the Naples Prison, VIP Suite.

That's right

In this prison where severely sentenced prisoners are imprisoned, there is a VIP suite with well-decorated, complete facilities, Internet access, telephone calls, refrigerator, TV, fresh food, and waiters (jail guards) caring for 24 hours.

Living here is Boerbo, the organizational cadre in charge of local affairs in Naples.

You can see a clue from this obviously unruly VIP suite

The reason why he lived here was not because of a crime, but because he wanted to live there himself.

As a well-known figure in the password organization, the entire Naples prison, no, the entire Naples city is the territory of Polpo.

The big tree attracts wind. While Boerbo is in control of huge power, he also provokes endless enemies for himself.

Instead of taking the risk of living outside, it is better to live directly in a prison where there are heavy troops guarding at all times.

Anyway, for Boerbo, going to prison feels like going home. The feeling in prison is much better than at home. Everyone is full of his younger brothers, and he speaks nicely.

"Come!"

"Come here quickly and I have something to tell you!"

Boerbo shook the bell in the room and greeted the prison guards to serve as he was greeting the hotel waiter:

Soon, a well-dressed and serious-looking female prison guard pushed the door open:

"Master Boerbo?"

"Are there any instructions?"

She obviously looked like a righteous policeman, but she recognized the criminal Polbo as the boss as soon as she opened her mouth.

Boerbo is not slow at all.

This fat man, who was two meters tall and five meters tall and was as bloated as a giant bear who had a fat body, slowly stood up from his luxurious sofa.

He looked at the female prison guard condescendingly:

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

"The second thing is to inform all members of Naples, especially those gangsters who are responsible for collecting street intelligence at the most periphery of the organization:"

"Let them use all means to search for a bald oriental man named 'Li Qing' in the city."

"The third thing"

Boerbo paused slightly and specifically instructed:

"Notify the Bugalati team and tell them that the organization needs their strength now."

Naples, a seemingly ordinary tea restaurant.

This is actually the permanent base of the Bugalati Squad.

The Bugalati team is a combat team under Boerbo, which is composed of substitute envoys, responsible for maintaining underground order in Naples and doing some dirty and tiring work.

Of course, it's a team

In fact, there are only three people in total, and they are basically minors:

18-year-old Bruno Bugalati.

14-year-old Pannakoda Fog.

15-year-old Naranga Gilka.

Although these three people are so young that they are unremarkable, their own strength is certainly unquestionable, as the highest combat power that Boerbo trusts the most.

However, the number of people is still a little less.

The team leader Bugalati has also been selecting the right stand-in messengers to enrich his team.

And today, it happened to be the time when a newcomer joined the team:

"Leo Apaki, 19"

"Is my former profession a policeman?"

"Hey, hey, hey, the police are not properly placed, why are you here to join us in a gangster? Are you here to be an undercover agent?"

Looking at the new team named Apaki who had just finished introducing himself, Fuge, who had a little irritable temper, was the first to question it.

At this time, the captain Bugalati was receiving a call from the boss outside.

The responsibility of "knowing each other" with the newcomers naturally fell on Fuge's qualifications at the age of only 14, but he was the second veteran to join the team.

"19 years old?"

"I'm older than Bugalati and I'm completely older than me."

"One, two, three, four, four, four!"

"One, two, three bigger than Fuge"

Nalanga, the genius child who did not add any skills to mathematics, held his finger and counted the age gap between the newcomer Apaki and them with a serious look on his face.

Of course, no matter what Nalanga is doing

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

"Do you give the newcomer a warning?"

“It’s so boring”

Apaki curled his lips slightly, and then answered Fuge's question calmly:

"I said everything I should say to Bugalati before joining the team."
To be continued...