"Damn it, aren't these gangsters satisfied with just selling drugs?"
"Isn't the continent enough for them to devour?"
The residents of Cagliari watched the recent gang shootout and car explosion. Some even claimed to have seen a giant clam?
A scrawny young boy was pushing through the crowd with effort, then knelt down with difficulty. He didn't look like a local.
"Hey! What are you doing!" A middle-aged man who was watching the commotion shoved him down. "Can't you see it's dangerous here? You little brat."
After being scolded, his face was sullen and sad. He trembled with fear, as if afraid of being beaten. After a few more curses, the middle-aged men left.
He breathed a sigh of relief, got up from the ground, and smiled, pulling out a dying little sparrow from under his bottom—
"Good thing you're okay, little sparrow." He picked up the sparrow, and the wounds on its body suddenly healed. It flew from his hand, and he widened his golden eyes, his pink hair scattering in the air, his smile suddenly fading—
He silently walked into a dark alley, through the long passage, slowly strolling.
The sound of dripping water, from an unfixed tap, echoed in his ears—
[King Crimson]
Like the heavy beat of a drum, time began to decompose before him in an instant, as if an extra-dimensional being was gazing at time. All causes and effects, all destinies, were exposed before him without any concealment—
He was an existence that transcended three-dimensional time. He surpassed time, using King Crimson to erase the process of his personality and body transformation. The entire world thus permanently lost ten seconds.
When he reappeared, he was a completely different person—a man with long, vibrant pink hair, still wearing a sharp suit in late spring/early summer, looking like an industry elite, commanding respect.
"The girl Johnson Joffrey caught is my daughter." He walked, putting on his gentleman's hat to conceal his crimson long hair, then muttered, "I should have known, Una, that's your surname."
"This is the wonder of family blood. I finally feel it; that is my daughter."
"But I really don't want to see her. Let's say goodbye to you first, Aufure, and to my past."
I am no longer myself at all. Now there is only Diavolo, the Emperor of this country, not the Diavolo who was a small-time thug and murderer from the past.
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"Don't underestimate me, okay?! Illuso, you're still so annoying." Ghiaccio cursed, "Don't you understand my strength yet?"
"You're really annoying, I'm going to find Formaggio." Ghiaccio punched Illuso's shoulder, "I'm much stronger than you."
"Go, go! Seriously!"
Illuso watched Ghiaccio get out of the car and then go hail another one.
Illuso didn't even need to look at a map to know where the hospital they were talking about was; he had heard from his neighbors that Trish Una's mother had been admitted.
Because this city, Cagliari, was his nauseating hometown.
He shook his head again, muttering a low curse, calling Ghiaccio an idiot.
He saw Ghiaccio start yelling at the taxi driver and arguing with him about why Japanese orcas were called 'tigers' because they were fierce, and what seals had to do with leopards.
What an idiot; always being with such people, Illuso always felt like he would become stupid too.
He originally didn't want to bother with him, but then he remembered that Formaggio was very weak, and alone, he might really die.
It was better not to let Ghiaccio waste so much time.
"Hey! Ghiaccio, stop wasting time! Do you want Formaggio to die?"
Ghiaccio heard this and slightly restrained himself, getting into the taxi.
Illuso thought to himself, everyone in this team is either an idiot or a pervert, but since he was already on this 'pirate ship,' there was nothing he could do.
He could only blame Johnson Joffrey.
However, he was sometimes quite useful.
Illuso didn't step on the gas and rush to the Hospital until Ghiaccio was safely in the car.
About twenty years ago, Illuso was born into a military family; both his parents were Latin American soldiers.
He grew up in a strict family but carried his grandmother's gentleness and delicate nature.
Because he was overly delicate and arrogant, he was never liked by his parents.
When he was very young, a fortune teller in Olbia said he would die in his hometown, and he always remembered this.
In his teens, he was forced to study various subjects and had to rank first in his grade.
His rebellion reached its peak when his grandmother accidentally died from an overdose of medication.
In a fit of rage, he even killed the private doctor who had diagnosed his grandmother.
He was arrogant, born into a well-off family, and never lacked love, but he always failed to receive complete love.
Until the second before he entered Prison, he still believed that his military father would find a way to get him out.
Betrayal always came fiercely and unexpectedly.
In the end, he was not rescued by his father, whose personality was the exact opposite of his own, as unyielding as steel.
His originally lonely life began this way.
The air conditioning in the Hospital was very cold.
Illuso walked on the white floor, and a whooshing sound came from behind him.
He moved to the side as several doctors and Nurses, looking anxious, pushed someone wrapped in a white blanket past him.
That person had a familiar face.
His purple pupils widened slightly, and his expression froze instantly.
It was that guy, that bastard, his bastard father, who put him in Prison but ignored him out of pride.
Was he going to die? Could such a coincidence happen?
Illuso tugged hard at his low ponytail, thinking,'Serves him right, this is karma,' and then lowered his head.
He had never told anyone that Cagliari, the largest port city in southern Sardinia, was his hometown.
Illuso didn't want to waste too much time.
Since his escape from Prison, he had never seen this man again; perhaps he even thought he was already dead.
And now, he was dying, wasn't he? If he died, he died.
Illuso hated his hometown; it was full of unpleasant memories, always triggering completely tragic memories at unexpected moments.
"I'm looking for Aufure Una; I'm her daughter's Homeroom Teacher," Illuso lied casually.
The beautiful blonde Nurse looked at him, a little strangely, and without even checking the roster, she said directly, "Room 401."
Just as he was about to turn and leave, he suddenly asked again, "What was wrong with that old man who was just pushed past here?"
The blonde Nurse frowned and asked, "How do I know? Who are you to him?"
The Nurse's words pierced his heart like a thorn. After a moment of masking his panic, he quickly walked away.
The blonde Nurse lowered her head and sighed, "So many people have come to see the patient in room 401 today."