Colosseum.

This ancient building stands silently in the night.

The ring-shaped exterior wall, baptized by time, outlines a classic and elegant form against the backdrop of light.

Everything is so peaceful, like every safe night of countless years.

But at this moment, in the Colosseum where the lights were not shining, in the place where the lights could not shine

A silver-haired man sitting in a wheelchair was listening attentively to all the sounds around him.

His eyes were extremely firm, sharp, and full of vigilance, and he had an indescribable firm momentum, just like the Roman gladiator who had fought in blood in this Colosseum.

Even though he lost his legs and was trapped alone, he, who came from France, did not choose to surrender to reality.

He never gave up resistance or hope.

This is Jane Pierre Porunarev.

He kept the power to fight against evil secretly and safely by his side, only to allow a rebel who dared to fight against Diapolo to inherit this hope.

And now, after so many years of waiting, Porunarev is finally about to see the dawn of victory.

"Li Qing, Gioruno, Bugalati"

He held the arrow with beetle pattern tightly, his eyes full of solemnity:

"Are you guys whom I'm waiting for?"

Porunarev muttered to himself.

At this moment, the lights were dim and there was a burst of rapid footsteps outside the silent Colosseum.

"Here you come."

Porunarev looked around with the sound of footsteps.

One blonde and one brunette, two teenagers appeared in Porunarev's sight with serious expressions

In front of the Colosseum, Diapolo's heart was pounding.

Now the Americans are targeting him, the spw consortium is targeting him, Kotojo Yoshitaro is targeting him, and the "killed" Porunarev suddenly "resurrected", and Li Qing and others have captured half of the organization with unstoppable momentum.

There is no doubt that Diapolo has been forced into a desperate situation.

In this case, his main task has changed from killing Li Qing to destroying the traitors, and unknowingly, to seizing insect arrows and obtaining the so-called "power that can change the world" mentioned by Porunarev.

There is no way, killing Li Qing and Yutaro Kaoru. The enemy he is facing now is so strong that he cannot resist.

Only by gaining crushing power can Diapolo change this terrible situation.

At this moment, that arrow was where he hoped.

"Bolunarev, are you here now?"

“It’s really surprising”

"The mouse that had not been dealt with before would appear again in front of me with such a 'gift'."

Diapolo looked at the Colosseum standing in the darkness in front of him, his eyes full of anticipation.

He took a step slowly, ready to "reconcile" with Porunarev before everyone.

And just now

A car rushed over on the road in the distance, and a tail swung and slammed and crossed the roadside.

Giorno and Misda walked away from the car side by side, and then ran quickly towards the Colosseum.

"Have you arrived?"

"It's all the stupid and troublesome police who have wasted so much time"

Diapolo's face froze instantly, but soon returned to normal:

In fact, because the remaining combat power of the personal guards was pitifully small, he did not expect the defeated generals to stop Li Qing and others from the beginning.

There are one or two fish that misses the net, which has little impact on his actions.

And, if you think about it carefully, the appearance of Giorno and Misda may be a good thing for him:

"Porunarev said on the phone before that he no longer had the ability to fight."

"In other words, what I have to face now is just two little guys who are still stinky and a useless man who I have 'killed' once."

“The pressure on combat is not too great, but the most important thing is”

"I might be able to use these two little devils to help me get that arrow out of Porunarev's mouth."

Diapolo made a quick decision in his heart.

He was forced into a desperate situation and urgently needed to gain more powerful power, so he irrationally regarded the arrow that suddenly appeared as his life-saving straw.

And now that arrow is in the Colosseum, but Diapolo doesn't know how to use this arrow:

After getting the arrow, should you insert yourself, poke a substitute, or draw a magic circle on the ground and hold a sacrificial ceremony?

He is really not sure.

After all, that arrow is a supernatural product beyond human cognition, so who knows what can be done with it?

If he doesn't know how to use it, and the usage of this arrow happens to be very troublesome, it will be useless if he gets the arrow.

But Porunarev is a tough guy, and it is obvious that he will never take the initiative to tell Diapolo the answer.

"Since that's the case"

"Then let me listen carefully by the side and let you tell the answers yourself."

Diapolo gave up the idea of ​​killing and robbing people directly.

He sneaked silently into the darkness, hiding between the ruins of the Colosseum without Giorno and Mista’s notice

Giorno and Misda hurried into the Colosseum.

Unlike the unlucky companions who were targeted by others as soon as they got off the plane, they were very lucky to not encounter the enemy.

After the two of them landed on the ground from the skydiving, they quickly met and borrowed a car from passers-by, and arrived at their destination safely and unimpededly.

Porunarev revealed a face full of caution from behind the stone pillars on the second floor.

He carefully looked at Giorno and Misda's faces, compared them with the personal photos exchanged in advance, and temporarily confirmed their identities:

"Goruno, Misda."

His eyes were on the two of them.

Both of them had nothing unusual in their expressions, and their appearance was consistent with the intelligence.

Although Giorno's tender and immature cheeks always reminded him of an uncomfortable guy for no reason, Porunarev finally ignored the small strangeness and showed up his body:

"You're finally here."

He pushed the wheelchair one step closer and looked down at Giorno and Mista.

"It's you?"

Giorno carefully looked at the strange man who suddenly appeared from the dark:

"You are the mysterious person who contacted us here?"

"Yes, it's me."

Porunarev nodded and asked with caution:

"Where are the others?"

"Your team should have 7 people, why are there only 2 people?"

"We encountered an attack in the city of Rome."

Giorno said with a serious expression:

"Diapolo learned about our itinerary in advance, and he knocked off our helicopter halfway."

“Assault?”

Porunarev couldn't help but hold the insect arrow in his hand tighter:

"How could Diapolo know?"

"According to your previous statement, have you already controlled the intelligence agencies of the Passion organization?"

I had previously swear to say that I had controlled the technology team, but now I suddenly said that the itinerary has been exposed in advance, and such a contradictory situation has to be doubtful.

Maybe the other party is Diapolo's man at all.

They just wanted to create a tense atmosphere with lies and deceive themselves into handing over the huge secrets they had.

Porunarev couldn't help but think so cautiously.

This cannot be blamed for his persecution. If he hadn't acted cautiously, he would have died under the ubiquitous surveillance of the Passion organization.

"Can you still lie to you?"

Faced with Porunarev's doubts, Gioruno had not spoken yet, and Mista couldn't help but growl.

Compared to Gioruno, who always remained calm, Misda's performance was more anxious, but also more realistic:

"Now our five companions are still trapped in this city and their lives are uncertain."

"And we both left our companions and rushed here to protect you, a stranger who refused to even reveal his name from beginning to end."

"You suspect that we have problems, but we still doubt your identity!"

Misda said without backing down:

"Tell me, who are you?"

"Is the so-called power that you claim to be able to 'definitely defeat Diabolo' true or false?"
To be continued...