Lee Sin’s Bizzare Adventure Chapter 80: Boss’s phone number

After understanding the wonderful feature of ‘teammates being invulnerable’ as a substitute ability, Olanto finally understood Li Qing’s explanation.

He instinctively wanted to do something, but it was too late.

Tian Yinbo’s positioning mark had been firmly imprinted on Giorno long before the conversation began. No, to be precise, it was imprinted on his head.

The moment Olanto realized the danger, Li Qing in front of him had disappeared from the place:

"Echo Strike!"

There was no air wave, no sound, just a phantom that was difficult to see clearly with the naked eye.

This phantom suddenly drew a straight trajectory in the air, and continued to expand in Olanto's field of vision at a speed that caught people off guard.

Finally, a punch to the brain.

Li Qing’s fist, which was powerful enough to break rocks, struck Giorno’s head without reservation.

But Giorno, who was hit by this heavy punch, was unharmed.

He stood there happily, still feeling the overwhelming impact of the fist force in his brain like a flood and tsunami.

This shock wave continued to wreak havoc inside the brain, the most fragile and critical part of the human body, and Olanto's panicked roar suddenly ceased.

After a brief silence, Giorno asked:

"Dead?"

"Dead."

Li Qing paid attention to the kill notification sent by the system and confirmed:

"It seems that this guy is not as 'advanced' as he said."

"His brain center is as fragile as a human being, and cannot withstand the direct bombardment of the echo bomb."

"But"

He glanced at Giorno hesitantly:

"Are you okay?"

"Although that thing is dead, its 'body' seems to still be in your body."

"It doesn't matter."

Giorno responded calmly.

Olanto's parasitic ability is not to make an extra piece of flesh grow in the host's body, but to make his body and the host become one.

So, even if there is no way to expel the 'corpse', Giorno will not have any foreign matter left in his body, let alone get sick from it.

On the contrary, after being fused with Olanto's flesh and blood, his body became much stronger.

The only thing to note is

Giorno looked at the human face growing on his arm with disgust:

"This thing needs cleaning."

As he spoke, he took out the dagger without hesitation and cleanly sliced ​​off Olanto's face, which was always frozen in fear.

The process was naturally a bit painful, but as a qualified stand-in messenger, Giorno made no unnecessary noise throughout the process.

With a wave of the knife, the flesh was chopped, and then the golden experience was used to help replace it with new flesh, flesh and skin. A major surgical operation was completed just like that.

"Won?"

Bucciarati and others breathed a long sigh of relief.

And Fuge suddenly reacted after being shocked for a long time:

"If you win, come here quickly!"

He tried hard to move his head, which was on a ball of flesh, and stared at Giorno with extremely resentful eyes:

"My head is still on this meat ball"

"Hurry up and create a body for me!"

"Understood."

Giorno gave a rare smile.

Although it was his last resort to place Fugo's head on the meat ball, I have to say that this guy's current appearance is indeed very funny.

He reluctantly suppressed his smile and ran to the headless "body" left by Fugo and touched it:

"Still hot."

"There is no need to make a new body. If you cut off the face on it, you can still reattach the head and use it again."

With that said, Giorno picked up the dagger, called out the golden experience, and concentrated on reshaping Fugo's headless "corpse".

Apaji and Nalanjia on the side looked dumbfounded, and Fuge even saw the corners of his eyes twitching. He wanted to curse but couldn't.

Bucciarati didn't waste time watching the show.

He turned around and discussed with Li Qing very seriously the possible consequences of this encounter.

And on the other side

In the corner that no one noticed.

Mista, who was leaning against the old willow tree, opened his eyes drowsily.

He was thrown on the side of the road by Li Qing from the beginning. He never woke up and was not affected by the battle.

Now, Mista has finally regained consciousness:

"It hurts so much"

"Am I still alive?"

He opened his eyes with difficulty, his brain splitting in pain.

There is nothing we can do about this.

The piece of meat that Melancholic Blues replayed back then had a weight comparable to that of a truck and a speed that exceeded that of a motorcycle. If an ordinary person was hit head-on by such a thing, it would be a miracle that he could survive.

Mista only woke up after being unconscious for a few dozen minutes.

He used his still somewhat blurry eyes to look at the surrounding environment vaguely:

Strange roads, strange cars, strange willow trees, strange corpses

Huh? !

Mista was suddenly startled: "Corpse?!"

That's right, as soon as he opened his eyes, he noticed a corpse lying on the road a few meters away from him with a horrible death appearance.

The body was covered in ulcers and pus, and it looked like it had some terrible plague.

"What, what are you doing!"

Mista shrank back instinctively.

As he shrank, his arm on the ground accidentally pressed down on something hard:

"Mobile phone?"

"Who fell here?"

Mista picked up the phone curiously and tried to open his eyes to take a look:

"Hey, why did you call me? Did I accidentally touch the dial button just now?"

"Calling the boss?"

"Who is the boss? Whose mobile phone is this? Where am I?"

His consciousness was dizzy in this series of doubts, and his headache became more severe.

At this time, the phone number was dialed:

"Hello?"

A very oppressive voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Fernando?"

Fernando is a member of the personal bodyguard directly affiliated with the boss. Naturally, he was angry with Diavolo before arriving at the scene.

So, without waiting for "Fernando" over there to speak, Diablo immediately asked uncontrollably:

"The Bucciarati team should have arrived at the scene before you, but they haven't reported to me yet."

"Tell me, what's going on?"

"Huh?"

Mista's mind was groggy and he subconsciously replied:

"Fernando?"

"Who is it? By the way, you are the 'boss'?"

"I just picked up this phone"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the other party's shocked, angry and even faintly manic roar:

"You are not Fernando!"

"Who the **** are you?!"

"Me?"

Mista answered in a daze: "Gedo Mista!"

"Gedo Mista?"

The voice on the other end of the phone became colder: "Are you that Li Qing's companion?"

"Li Qing"

Mista struggled to recall, and then finally remembered why he fainted before:

Oh, it’s the bald guy. I was beaten by terrorists just because I helped this guy

But before he could say anything, the voice on the other end of the phone became even more terrifying:

"Fernando was dealt with so quickly and Bucciarati has not replied yet"

"Damn it!"

"The person who killed me actually dared to call me!"

"You are the first person who dares to humiliate me like this!"

Diablo is extremely angry:

"Gedo Mista, right?"

"Wash your neck and wait for me. I will definitely chop you into human body slices, soak you in formalin, embed it in tempered glass, and then mail it back to your hometown using the world's most **** FedEx!! ”

"Huh?"

Although his mind was not very bright, Mista was still a little angry instinctively:

"Why are you shouting so loudly!"

"Who wouldn't be able to speak harshly!"

"I xxxx raped you within three days. If you hear xxxx, my ashes will be spread out for you!"

He cursed a lot of street gangsters in one sentence, which made Diavolo tremble with anger.

In the end, the call was hung up harshly.

At this moment, Li Qing’s voice suddenly sounded from the side:

"Huh? You've woken up?"

"Hmm"

Mista put down the phone blankly and looked up again:

"Li Qing?!"

His head was not working well just now, and his senses were also very confused. He actually did not notice that Li Qing and others were standing brightly not far away.

Li Qing was just discussing things with Bucciarati, and he also didn't notice Mista here.

"It's okay to wake up and go to the hospital by yourself."

"It's too dangerous here, please don't get involved anymore."

Li Qing gave a few casual instructions and prepared to send Mista away directly.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt that something was wrong:

"Wait"

"Boy, who were you talking to on the phone just now?"