Chapter 232 Empty City Strategy

Prosciutto was dying.

His lower body was twisted into a puddle of flesh, and his upper body was twisted and stuck in the wheel. Blood surged into his throat. The severe pain made him unable to speak.

But even so, Prosit's spirit has not faded:

"Bessie, the glory of victory is entrusted to you."

"Kill him and get the box."

"I will always be here to protect you."

With a desperate mood, Prosit struggled to maintain his ability to become a hero.

For Li Qing, the box was the dream of his companions, and for Prosit, it was not the same.

He will never give up, and he will never release his substitute ability until the last moment of his life.

And Prosciut's persistence soon paid off.

His expectations for Bessie were not in vain.

The one-minute agreed time just passed, and Bessie, who sensed something was wrong, quickly rushed over from the waiting hall.

Prosit heard Bessie's hurried footsteps and his heavy breathing that became clearly audible after he arrived at the platform.

"successful"

"Bessie didn't hesitate. He got here before the other party's rescue."

"Li Qing is too old to move, and he is still injured. There is no way he can still break the situation."

Prosit thought happily in his heart:

"Come on, Bessie."

"My legacy and everyone's dreams are all entrusted to you."

He put all his hopes on Bessie, but Bessie's actions were not as decisive and sharp as he expected.

Because Bessie hesitated.

Previously, the train had not arrived at the station and the ticket gate had not yet opened, so there were no passers-by at all on the platform.

There were still many people on Platform 2 opposite, but now they were completely blocked by the arriving train.

There were some passengers in the train, but they were all so old that they could hardly move. They collapsed in the carriage as soon as they arrived at the station.

The most important thing is that Prosit is now stuck in the wheel below, and his perspective is blocked by the towering platform.

If they had not stood on the edge of the platform, the people on the platform would not have been able to see this man who was struggling to persevere in "hell".

So, when Bessie arrived in a hurry, he couldn't see anyone else at all, only Li Qing.

And Li Qing just stood there alone, with his skinny body like a mummy, blood dripping from his waist, and intestines flowing from his belly.

Especially the pair of cloudy eyes with cold light, embedded in the dark and deep-set eye sockets, on the skinny head, it looked very scary.

All the blood on the ground was shed from his body.

It's like a classic scene from a zombie horror movie.

Bessie was immediately startled, and then habitually looked for her parents:

"Where's my eldest brother?"

"Where is my brother Proshute?!"

"Not good."

When he heard Bessie shouting for her mother like a lost tadpole, Prosciut already had a bad premonition.

But now he was too hurt to speak or make Bessie notice his existence.

Immediately afterwards, Li Qing spoke.

This sentence almost made Prosiut so angry that he died on the spot:

"You ask your elder brother?"

"Haha, haven't you noticed yet? He has already abandoned you and run away!"

Li Qing said jokingly.

"Escaped, escaped?"

Bessie's eyes suddenly widened.

Then, the next second, an uncontrollable anger suddenly surged out of his dull eyes:

"Nonsense!"

"Brother Prosit will never, ever abandon me and run away!"

"How dare you insult my elder brother like this."

"Bastard, bastard! I'm going to stab your heart right now!"

Bessie held the fishing rod tightly, and the fishhook inside Li Qing drilled further upward.

Just a little bit away, the fishhook will penetrate the loose flesh and tear out the fatal heart.

"Of course you can kill me!"

Li Qing yelled with all his strength.

Even though his body was old and decaying, and even though his wounds were painful and embarrassing, he still struggled to maintain his apparent composure:

"That's right, you can take my life with just a few clicks of your fingers now."

"But, so what?"

"I have been in constant phone contact with my companions and they will be arriving soon."

"And your brother Proshute was seriously injured in the battle just now. He knows that if he stays for a while longer, he will not be able to leave alive——"

"So, he left you and ran away!"

Li Qing opened his eyes and told lies without blinking.

"you're lying!"

Bessie still persisted and refused to believe that her eldest brother would run away in fear of death.

But his movements still slowed down unconsciously, and even his words contained question marks:

"You are still an old man now, and your eldest brother's heroic spirit is still in effect. How could he escape?"

"He must still be nearby. He must still be fighting somewhere nearby."

"hehe."

Li Qing sneered disdainfully.

The flawless sarcasm on his face made people forget that he was just an old man who was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

"Of course you have to drive a substitute when you escape, otherwise what will happen if you get caught up?"

"That guy has been running away for a while, if I'm not wrong."

"Prosit will probably escape outside the train station within ten seconds. By then, I will be out of the range of influence of his substitute, and the aging on my body will be lifted!"

Just telling lies is not enough to win people's trust. The key is that while telling lies, Li Qing also confidently told the time when Proshit "escaped from the station".

Ten seconds is not a long time.

By then, whether the aging on Li Qing's body has been lifted or not, the results will be very obvious.

Bessie unknowingly touched Li Qing and said:

He began to wonder unconsciously, had Brother Prosit really escaped?

Do you want to wait for these short ten seconds to see if the aging on Li Qing's body will be lifted?

If the aging is really lifted within ten seconds as Li Qing said, and the eldest brother really abandons him and runs away, then...

"Do you still need to persist?"

Li Sin tried his best to maintain a semblance of calm.

Supporting Bessie, a look of wavering appeared on his face, and he began to strike while the iron was hot and said:

"It's easy to kill me, but what happens after you kill me?"

"You will only be captured on the spot by my soon-to-arrive companions, and then die in pain under their wrath!"

"By the way, I forgot to say that."

"Although my friends are good people, it doesn't mean that their methods of killing are not cruel."

Li Qing endured the pain and made strategic threats in a voice that was cold to the bone:

"For example, Bucciarati likes to cut people into pieces when he gets angry. By then, your body will probably be so broken that even the best jigsaw puzzle players can't put it back together."

"For example, Fugo, if his Purple Smoke takes action, your body will quickly fester under the devouring of the virus, and finally melt into a slimy, wet ball."

"And Giorno, don't think that being killed by the golden experience will make it easy——"

"He'll cut off half of your body and turn it into rats, and then let them eat the remaining half of you alive."

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Bessie couldn't help but shudder as these horrific scenes were described.

The eldest brother is gone, and without spiritual support, he gradually becomes fragile.

Li Qing is well versed in negotiation skills. He first told the other party what losses would be incurred if they did not cooperate, and then started throwing sugar-coated bullets at Bessie:

"Bessie, your name is Bessie - I heard the name from your conversation."

"I can see that you are still very immature and should be different from those hopeless villains."

Even though his waist and abdomen were bleeding profusely and his face was as pale as paper, Li Qing could still make a surrender declaration without changing his expression:

"You are full of potential and have a gentle temperament. You are like an uncontaminated piece of white paper. Why should you persist in the darkness?"

“There is an old saying where I come from, those who act in obedience to the will of God will prosper, but those who act in opposition to the guidance of light will perish.”

"My companions and a group of eight people are not far from here now. They have all experienced hundreds of battles and are strong."

"Now you are as dim as a firefly wandering in the rotting grass. How can you dare to compete with the infinite energy goddess Luna in the sky?"

"I advise you to put down your fishing rod, retract your fishing line, and stand on the side of justice in time. You can still get the chance to be appointed as an organization cadre."

"Isn't it a wonderful outcome to give up the rebellion and maintain peace?"

Li Qing's "reasonable" voice echoed on the platform.

And Bessie really stopped temporarily and waited in silence.

In fact, neither threats nor deception really moved him. Now he is still waiting for the ten seconds to end, waiting for the answer to a key question:

Brother Proshute, did you abandon him and run away?

"I see."

"Li Qing, it turns out you haven't given up either."

In a place where Bessie couldn't see, Proshute, who was stuck in the wheel, had waves in his heart:

"I can't speak or move my body now. It's almost impossible for Bessie to notice my presence."

"And with Bessie's coquettish and weak temperament, if I'm 'absent', he will lose the courage to fight."

"But that's not enough."

"So, Li Qing, you are betting."

"You are betting with your life that I, who is seriously injured, will die in these ten seconds!"

"As soon as I die and Zhuangzhe Chengren is released, your lies will be confirmed."

"When the time comes, Bessie will believe that I left him and ran away. His psychological support will collapse and he will definitely give up like a coward."

Prosit understood Li Qing's empty city plan.

This is completely gambling, one side is betting on Bessie's psychology, and the other side is betting on his life.

"If that's the case, then I'll bet with you!"

“The aging on your body will never be lifted—”

"I will live, live through these ten seconds, and live until the moment Bessie fulfills my last wish!"

Prosiut's broken body is still living tenaciously.

On the platform, Li Qing was chattering away, while he was holding on to his last breath.

Soon, ten seconds passed.

Prosciutto is still alive.

Zhuanglie Chengren is still running silently.

He was the winner. He survived these ten seconds and did not let Li Qing's empty-handed strategy succeed.

Prosit was thinking this, and then...

I only heard Bessie's exclamation coming from the platform:

"Ageing lifted?!"