JOJO, The Escape from Real Diavolo

Chapter 127 Qiao Mian Mouse

The emperor did indeed have murderous intent, and it was quite unusual. This murderous intent, combined with anger and fear, became increasingly exaggerated.

Her murderous intent was tangible and obvious in Chen and Diablo's eyes.

They discovered that the Emperor's killing intent was different from that of the human pigs and the bartenders. The human pigs' killing intent was intangible, while the bartenders' killing intent was tangible yet transparent, overflowing from the steps like a limp slime that had squeezed out of a crack in the door.

The Empress's killing intent had reached a certain level. It emerged from beneath the deck, swirling like red mist beneath her feet before condensing into tiny saplings—beautiful yet dangerous, like countless datura flowers growing and blooming on the deck.

"Wow, you're really something...you tomboy."

This was Chen's last clear statement before the battle.

The next moment, all the killing intent rushed towards Chen Miaowen, surging into him from every pore of his body.

So he became twisted, more twisted than ever before, as if he had returned to the madness he had in the desert.

Then they began to clash. The woman glared angrily, and the man laughed wildly. As the barrier and fists collided, a large number of people with golden eyes joined the battle.

......

"Grass!"

The prince crawled out of the cabin and cursed at the sky.

Although the possible presence of Tobio terrified him, he still decided to explore the cabin from the other side of the ship.

Later, he finally managed to find the secret passage and saw the scene that was almost exactly as Hol Hols had described.

He had no disgusting thoughts, or rather, he had no time to think about disgusting things.

The prince also discovered something unusual beyond what was described: a relatively intact female corpse was placed in front of the Rat King, as if it were there for him to admire.

This is a corpse that the rat bastard stole from somewhere not long ago.

Then he saw this, and anger quickly welled up in his lungs, then burst forth from his mouth through his throat.

"You son of a bitch! You bunch of dead rats!"

The roar, filled with fury, was deafening and finally made the rats react.

The little mice were scurrying away, or rather, retreating temporarily behind the Mouse King.

After comforting his cubs out of love for his son, the loving Rat King turned to the ferocious prince and said...

"Who are you? Are you insulting me? Instead of running away from me, you confront me head-on..."

With just that one broken sentence, the Rat King's gaze began to droop. Amidst the dazzling display, it only saw its rat offspring suddenly panicking, and the look of distrust in their eyes...

It was speechless; it was beheaded by Shunmiao, by the prince who was enraged to the extreme, using an exceptionally powerful wind blade.

"Not one, not one of them will escape!"

The prince, driven mad with killing intent, wiped out the entire rat nest in just three minutes, leaving not a single rat alive.

After calming down, he carried the woman's body and prepared to leave, remaining cautious and constantly reinforcing his defenses... He was still afraid of Tobio's sneak attack.

"The rats are all dead... but the corpses of those collateral relatives, not even their fragments remain..."

"Shh, shut up, the prince is already feeling terrible..."

Hol Hols tried to stop Oingo from talking, but Oingo just smiled and approached the prince in his leather shoes.

"Mr. Prince, I have a way to help you..."

The prince didn't particularly trust Eingo's ideas, but since things had come to this point, this was the only way to proceed, and he still had to deal with the Neapolitan nobles first.

"Alright...alright, Mr. Eingo, let's do as you say. The journey to Naples isn't far off...go and make your preparations, and try not to give anything away...I will prepare a generous reward for you, sir."

The prince glanced wistfully at the no-longer-young Eingo, observing his confident demeanor.

"And thank you... sir."

"Mr. Prince... there's a problem with the body over here too!"

"What!?"

What a troublesome day...

Eingo watched as Hol Holson caught up with the prince, shook his head and sighed helplessly, and prepared to head to the cabin. He did need to make some preparations; he needed to obtain the nobles' photographs from the prince's subordinates before anything could proceed.

Oingo turned around and bumped into a masked passenger, and then, as if by unspoken agreement,

"Ah... I'm sorry."

Eingo watched the passenger wearing the fox mask leave and walk towards the ship's railing, then thought for a moment...

"This person has a great physique, and seems to be a bit taller than me?"

Oingo is thirty-one or thirty-two, but his mentality is not much different from before. He is the type who appreciates himself. After meeting the fox man, he will unconsciously compare the other man with himself.

He guessed that the man under the mask must be very handsome, but not as handsome as a single hair on his head.

Joe wouldn't know what Oingo was thinking; he just wanted to get past him and go to his previous hiding place.

"Man-eating rats? What kind of rats could that be?"

Joe was an ordinary person, and he was still curious about certain things. After all, that was where he had lived, and where his favorite books were kept. He felt that it wouldn't be a big deal to go and get that book and take a look.

"Joe...something strange might happen down there, are you ready?"

What strange things could there be? Even if it were a mutated rat, wasn't it killed by the prince?

Joe didn't want to reply to Red Arrow because that dog Arrow always wanted his soul, so he shouldn't listen to anything he said.

"No preparation is needed, nor is it necessary to exchange one's soul for any wish. This is just an ordinary person's ordinary journey home."

That's an exaggeration. He only stayed in that secret passage for a month or two, so calling it going home doesn't make much sense, and there was even less of a connection between them.

"Let's go then."

Joe walked through the same cabin again, passing by groups of masked passengers, moving amidst laughter and bright lights, his face remaining expressionless.

"In my opinion, you're just an ordinary person who loves to show off."

Hongjian chuckled and teased him, rambling on in his mind.

"What ability do I have to show off... Even with a cursed body, I'm just killing people, and I don't like to show off when I kill."

"That sounds really rude."

Joe slipped away from everyone's gaze, quietly returned to the secret passage, and pushed open the hidden door.

"Ugh...it stinks."

Joe covered his nose, and Red Arrow sighed, but it couldn't smell anything. It only saw a pool of black blood in the hidden door and countless decapitated rats. Based on Joe's reaction, it concluded that it stank horribly.

"The prince... he's ruthless. He precisely decapitated every single mouse..."

"That's pretty impressive."

"But take another look, Joe."

Red Arrow told Joe not to look through his hidden books, but instead to watch a strange spectacle.

"Look at this rat king... it has the face of an ordinary person!"

Joe leaned closer and looked at the rat lying behind the recliner. He saw that its face was covered by his own.

"What kind of joke is this?"