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Chapter 303 Diablo Takes the Bait

In Rome at night, the ancient cobblestone streets are bathed in moonlight, turning a cold, silvery-gray hue.

In the narrow alley, the heavy stench of blood mingled with the smell of rotting garbage, making one want to vomit.

Dmitry Makarov felt as if his lungs were being torn apart by a broken bellows, each breath accompanied by a burning, excruciating pain.

He pressed his hand tightly against the wound on his abdomen, but warm blood still seeped out from between his fingers, taking away his body heat.

Even so, he cannot stop here...

He was the head of the Makarov family, behind whom lay the livelihoods of hundreds of brothers, and the territory that generations of his family had won with blood and glory on this land.

He absolutely could not die such a pathetic death, handing everything over to those crazy "passionate" lunatics.

The massive loss of blood caused his vision to blur intermittently. In his delirium, he seemed to see his brothers covering his retreat, their bodies torn apart by bullets.

Is their sacrifice only enough for him to catch a few more breaths in this filthy alley?
His legs buckled, and Dimitri could no longer support himself, collapsing heavily to the ground.

The cold stone slab stung his cheeks, briefly bringing him to his senses.

"Haha...keep running, old man."

A frivolous yet cruel laugh came from the alleyway entrance.

Several figures, backlit by the light, looked like demons crawling out of hell, slowly approaching.

The leader had a mocking look on his face, like a cat playing with a mouse. He slowly raised the gun in his hand, the dark muzzle pointed at Dimitri.

"hateful!"

Dimitri gritted his teeth, a burning anger of resentment raging in his eyes. He tried to struggle to his feet, but his body wouldn't obey him.

Is this the end?

Just as the man was about to pull the trigger, several scarlet threads, seemingly woven from light, suddenly burst forth from behind, as if they possessed life, and landed precisely on Dimitri's bleeding wound.

"Ok?"

This sudden anomaly caused the expressions of the armed "enthusiastic" members to change drastically.

As members of the organization, even if they were not Stand users, they were vaguely aware of the existence of that power that transcended common sense.

However, they no longer had time to think about it.

The next moment, the astonishment on the faces of these people froze.

Their bodies seemed to be struck by an invisible giant hammer, falling backward without warning and crashing heavily to the ground, whereupon they fell silent.

There were no gunshots, no screams, only deathly silence.

what happened……

Dimitri's pupils suddenly contracted.

He saw an incredibly tall man walking slowly into the alley, backlit by the light.

The feeling just now was extremely strange, like a videotape that was playing was suddenly fast-forwarded, and the most crucial part of the picture was skipped.

One second, the enemy was grinning maliciously; the next, they were corpses, while this man appeared out of thin air in front of him.

The man's steps were steady and quiet, as if he were strolling in his own courtyard rather than walking in a blood-stained alley.

“Let’s make a deal, Dmitry Makarov.”

The tall man spoke, his voice deep and magnetic, yet devoid of any emotion.

As he spoke, he reached out his hand to Dimitri, who was lying on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Dimitri felt an indescribable force envelop him.

The excruciating pain in his abdomen was subsiding at an incredible speed; he could even feel his broken ribs reconnecting on their own, and the muscle tissue torn by the bullet wriggling and healing.

"This this……"

Dimitri instinctively touched his abdomen, where there had been a bloody, mangled hole, but now only intact skin remained, without even a scar.

If it weren't for the dried bloodstains and torn clothes on his body, he might have thought that the chase and serious injury he had just suffered were just a nightmare.

"I can help you destroy the 'Passion' organization."

The man's voice rang out again, pulling Dimitri back to reality from his immense shock.

"But in return, I need you to do me a small favor..."

Half an hour later, at one of the remaining strongholds of the Makarov family.

When Dimitri, covered in blood but unharmed, pushed open the door, the dozen or so remaining family members inside looked as if they had seen a ghost.

"Boss... Boss? Aren't you...?"

One of his trusted confidants said somewhat excitedly.

"I was saved by the gods."

Dimitri surveyed the despairing faces of the crowd, yet his voice was filled with unprecedented power and fervor.

"A god walking among men will grant us the power of vengeance! Those 'passionate' scum will soon learn the mighty being they've provoked! From this moment on, we fight not for territory or money, but for the glory of our lord—Lord Kaz!"

……

in a few days

An unusual chill swept through the entire underground world of Rome.

The Makarov family, which was already on the verge of collapse due to the aggressive expansion of the "Passion" organization, launched a thunderous counterattack overnight.

As if divinely inspired, they precisely destroyed several key strongholds of the "Passion" organization and killed many core members.

Faced with such a counterattack, the "Passion" organization naturally wouldn't sit idly by.

Inside a heavily guarded villa, Dimitri sat in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of red wine, but his eyes were fixed on the peaceful courtyard outside the window.

He knew that the calm was just a facade, and the real power of Passion lay in the fact that its core members were all Stand users with superpowers.

Suddenly, a transparent figure appeared and silently approached Dimitri from behind.

However, the next moment, the person suddenly fell to the ground, and gradually revealed his figure.

"Is this another assassin who can turn invisible?"

"Their methods are really lacking in originality."

Kaz shook his head as he looked at the corpse on the ground.

Dimitri put down his glass, stood up respectfully, and bowed deeply to Katz.

In the past few days, he has witnessed several such "miracles".

No matter how bizarre or powerful the Stand users sent by "Passion" were, they were like ants in front of this man, dying without knowing why.

This man named Katz was like an insurmountable mountain, protecting his family.

All he needed to do was use his family's intelligence network to investigate a name and all clues related to "arrow".

This deal is incredibly good value.

……

Sardinia, deep within a secluded manor.

Diablo sat in the dark room, only the dim light from the computer screen illuminating his sharply defined profile. Behind him lay a corpse dressed in a black suit.

On the screen was a report about the Makarov family's counterattack and the disappearance of several Stand users.

The intelligence was transmitted through an encrypted network and eventually reached him. Every byte was like a needle, pricking his sensitive and obsessive nerves.

"Kaz..."

He murmured the name, a shadow of gloom flashing in his eyes.

This is the culprit he discovered was responsible for all of this.

A Stand user who can instantly heal others and attack in incomprehensible ways, and more importantly, who gained the trust of the Makarov family through incredible means.

Use his power to investigate the whereabouts of the "arrow," and... investigate the origins of Diablo.

This touched a nerve with him.

"Whoever dares to seek out my true face, their end will be... destruction."

Since the pieces he sent out were all easily captured, then he, the "emperor," would personally intervene and completely eliminate this "variable" that dared to disrupt the game...

(End of this chapter)