Fighting you is like being in jail.

Polnareff reacted and shouted excitedly. Looking at Diavolo's corpse on the ground, he was happier than anyone else. Although he hadn't been of any help, how could he not be excited to see Diavolo, whom he had hunted for countless years, die in front of him?

"Hey, are you alright? I'll treat you!"

Josuke ran to Leng Chang, who was lying on the ground, and asked anxiously, quickly activating his ability.

In the blink of an eye, Leng Chang's injuries were healed, but for some reason, Josuke noticed that Leng Chang seemed a little listless.

"Thank you..." Leng Chang sighed sadly and turned to look at the sky beside him.

Wow, the sun is setting, it's so beautiful.

I just feel a bit superfluous.

In the chat group.

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Homura Akemi: What? Why are you acting all wronged?

Madoka Kaname: Hey! I killed Diavolo! Oh—!

Leng Chang: Why did I even come here? I took it and did nothing, and it was over!

Madoka Kaname: No way! You saved my teeth, Leng Chang!

Leng Chang: ...

Did I do that to save you? I did it to save Diavolo, and then... Waaaaah!

Hiratsuka Shizuka: What happened?

Goto Ichiri: Wow! It's over! It's finally over! This time I'm the main character!

Kitahara Iori: Are you... happy or disappointed?

Goto Ichiri: Both...

Homura Akemi: I have to say, Madoka is really cool!

Leng Chang: I should have been the one to take down Diablo!

Madoka Kaname: Anyway, it's not bad! You and I are the same, aren't we?

Leng Chang: I feel like I've come here for nothing... I'm not satisfied.

Bucciarati: Uh... I don't think this kind of thing matters...

Madoka Kaname: Hey! Bucciarati, are you alright?

Bucciarati: How could anything have happened... But I'm more surprised by Giorno. As expected of the protagonist, he managed to hit Diavolo under those circumstances.

Leng Chang: Sigh...

Celia: So what are you struggling with? (Cold)

Leng Chang: It just feels like I'm not the main character.

Celia: This kind of thing doesn't matter, right? Look at me, I'm just a background figure on my own.

Leng Chang: The main reason was that I wanted to make a big splash, but I was outmaneuvered.

Madoka Kaname: You did this to save me, so what's bothering you?

Homura Akemi: I don't think he saved you. It's Diavolo's fault for shooting you out of the blue, completely ruining someone's plans. (Side-eye)

Madoka Kaname: Really?

Leng Chang: Fake.

Madoka Kaname: Hehe!

Homura Akemi: ...

No, you actually believe that?

No one present would believe it, right?

Black and White Hill: As expected of the Creator! He so easily abandoned his original plan to save people—that's incredible! Madoka, my Jesus! YYDS!

Leng Chang: Your exaggerated praise is a bit over the top. Huh? Where's He Zhen?

Kitahara Iori: Are you drunk? I'll go slap him a couple of times and see.

Leng Chang: ...

Kitahara Iori: No reaction, I'm definitely drunk.

Shikame Maroka:...

I think you're about ready too.

No one actually goes up there to smoke...

Bucciarati: Anyway, it's finally over. Now I can take over Passion. Cold Chang, send someone from Hot Yi to liaise with me.

Leng Chang: Okay, I'll go call Aite. What are your plans for the enthusiasm afterwards?

Bucciarati: Cut off the anesthetic industry! I want to prevent any anesthetic from entering Italy! That's my resolve!

Leng Chang: Indeed, that stuff is really worthless. What's valuable are fruits, eggs, rice, and seasonings.

Bucciarati: ......

Hiratsuka Shizuka: I have to say... this world, sigh...

Homura Akemi: Drug dealers aren't as rich as those who smuggle rice, watermelons, and eggs. *facepalm*

Leng Chang: Laughing to death.

Bucciarati: Yeah, although... but I don't know what's going on. Anyway, how are the profits from the eggs divided?

Leng Chang: Let's go our separate ways. I'm planning to go through the SPW consortium's channels.

Bucciarati: Okay, then give me your previous channels.

Goto Ichiri: Actually, what I really want to say is... Bucciarati, are you just going to be a gangster forever?

Bucciarati: Is there a problem?

Goto Ichiri: No, no, what I mean is that Bucciarati gives me the feeling that... he should be even higher.

Bucciarati: Hmm... Now that you mention it...

Leng Chang: Indeed, after that, Bucciarati gained the support of the masses and could have run for president and then used the power of the mafia to reform the country.

Bucciarati: That's definitely a good suggestion. But I'm educated... I remember those required higher education?

Leng Chang: Come on, what degree do you want? I can make one up for you right here, and it's even verifiable. How about Dongda University? It's a prestigious university, after all! Hehehehe!

Bucciarati: You really came prepared. Tokyo University is Tokyo University, at least you have a foundation.

Madoka Kaname: How can Bucciarati manage to be both a godfather and running for office? And he still has to find time to save the world... He's so busy.

Bucciarati: Absolutely no problem, this is what I've always wanted to do. In fact, I feel truly alive now, just like how meeting Giorno made everything else happen.

Bucciarati: Besides, passion has to be given eventually. We'll see whether it's Giorno or Mista, they're both top-notch fighters.

Leng Chang: It seems you already have a plan, hehehe.

Homura Akemi: Why does it feel like you're an evil organization that's quietly infiltrating the country and then taking control of it?

Leng Chang: What do you mean "you"? It's us!

Homura Akemi: Aren't you going to refute the evil group's claims...?

Chapter 183 As expected of Bucciarati!

Leng Chang: Hehehe! I've never considered myself a good person.

Homura Akemi: That's true.

......

One day later, at an Italian airport.

Joseph and the others stood at the airport entrance, preparing to say goodbye to the others. The journey was short but extremely dangerous; Diablo alone almost wiped them all out.

Fortunately, it's all in the past now.

Jotaro looked at Giorno standing next to Bucciarati and sighed deeply. Knowing Giorno as he did, he knew he was definitely not like Dio; he was a good young man.

"Then we'll be leaving now. The SPW Foundation will handle things afterwards. Please feel free to call us if you need anything." Jotaro looked at Leng Chang and the others solemnly and said sincerely.

"That's great," Leng Chang said with a smile.

Then the group waved goodbye.

After Jotaro and the others left, Leng Chang looked at Bucciarati and Giorno.

"Bucciarati, you and Ete can discuss the details now. I need to hide first, since Ete doesn't know who I am yet."

"You... never mind, whatever makes you happy."

Bucciarati thought of Leng Chang's actions and couldn't help but twitch his lips, his eyes full of speechlessness. Wasn't this just like Diavolo's?

"Okay then, let's go have some fun."

After saying that, Leng Chang, Kaname Madoka, Akemi Homura, and Goto Ichiri left without looking back.

Leaving behind a speechless Bucciarati and a bewildered Giorno, Giorno finally asked in confusion, "Bucciarati, what do we do next?"

"I'll embrace the enthusiasm, and then start working on the next step: I want to build up Italy."

Bucciarati's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he calmly covered his chest with a look of reassurance as he spoke.

At this moment, Bucciarati was filled with a sacred light in Giorno's eyes, as if he were a golden road under the night sky.

......

Inside a restaurant in Naples.

Bucciarati disappeared without a word for several days, and Mista, Narancia, Fugo, and Abbacchio all sensed something was wrong. However, when they finally contacted Bucciarati, they were told to wait a few days for the results.

If they hadn't been able to contact Bucciarati, they would have thought he had abandoned them.

However, in some ways, they were indeed abandoned.

"What on earth is Bucciarati doing? And Giorno too..." Narancia said weakly, slumped on the table. These past few days, everyone had sensed that something was wrong with the passion, but they couldn't quite put their finger on what it was.

Mista glanced out the window absentmindedly and said, "It must be something important. Let's wait and see. I'm sure Bucciarati will tell us the answer soon."

"That's true, it doesn't matter what. As long as our team is alright." Abbacchio leaned back in his chair, holding his tea.

"But speaking of which, have you noticed that things have been much quieter inside lately, and there are fewer petty thieves on the streets?" Fugo frowned sullenly, feeling that something was amiss.

At that moment, a gleaming Rolls-Royce pulled up outside the store, clearly a symbol of wealth, perhaps even belonging to the ultra-rich.

Mista saw it and immediately exclaimed, "Oh my god! A Rolls-Royce Phantom! Come and see!"

"Um!?"

"What?!"

"How much does this cost!?"

"One million three hundred thousand euros."

"How much is that in lira... I can't figure it out!"

To the surprise of the group, an elderly man stepped out of the car. He was the enthusiastic senior cadre, Bellicoro, the same old man who had introduced Trish.

He stepped out of the vehicle, a friendly smile on his face, and walked a few steps into the store. Upon seeing Mista and the others, he immediately said:

"Hello, I am an organization cadre named Belicolo. I have received orders from the BOSS to take you to see the BOSS."

"What?! BOSS?!"

"The boss wants to see us!?"

Mista's pupils contracted, her eyes widening in disbelief. The others around her were even more shocked, completely bewildered by what was happening.

“That’s right, the BOSS wants to see you. You’ve all noticed the changes in the organization lately, haven’t you? That’s because the BOSS has changed. The current BOSS is Mr. Bucciarati.”

“Nangdado!!”

"Really!?"