Lambo also had a miserable expression on his face. "It's so disgusting; just looking at it once is an insult to me."
The two of them exchanged words, acting as if the people inside were no threat and were already fish on a chopping block.
An older man's mouth curled downward, looking very displeased: "Who do you think you are, daring to come here and cause trouble? It seems you want to become experimental subjects as well."
Another old man spoke up, "What a joke. Even Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru wouldn't dare to face us alone. Who do you think you are?"
There was also an old woman who laughed cacklingly, "How wonderful! I love the skin of young girls most of all. You look so healthy and beautiful; I think I'll peel off your skin to use as my new skin."
The crowded Cursed Spirits inside all turned their heads at once, facing the two of them with whatever side was front or back, barked wildly.
None of the scattered servants dared to leave; they knelt on the ground trembling, not daring to get involved in their battle.
Lambo glanced at the crowd and let out a soft click of his tongue.
In the next second, he raised his hand, the surging flames swept over the small Cursed Spirit at the very front, burning it to ashes, while the house erupted with a series of crackling explosions.
Such a small space, it's nowhere near enough for Lambo to show his full power. If you dare to lay a hand on those under Vongola's jurisdiction, you had better be prepared to be wiped out by Vongola.
Lambo's figure was exposed under the moonlight, a hint of gloom surfacing in the eyes beneath his curly hair. He first extended his thumb, then rotated it ninety degrees, forcefully pressing the inverted thumb downward: "I hate people who cause trouble and worry for Tsuna the most. In five minutes, Lambo can deal with you all."
The future Lambo is so cool!" Lambo said with stars in his eyes. "With this, I should be able to win against Reborn.
Tsuna, come out quickly, come and recognize your boss.
La, la, Lord Lambo is so amazing, Lord Lambo is the coolest!
Lamborghini was overjoyed and delighted; he was probably one of the happiest people in the space. It was a childish temperament, fitting for his young age.
Well, although he was quite casual about things like killing and wasn't afraid of it at all.
After all, he grew up in the Hidden World as the heir to a Mafia family.
Sawada Tsunayoshi: He didn't know whether he was moved or if he should first consider the issue of education—moved that Lambo would defend him, or wondering if he should be receiving a lesson in manners.
Arrogant! You outsiders actually dare to speak so boldly in our presence. What does Vongola even count for? Just a bunch of brutes who only know how to fight and kill. Do you think having a few special abilities gives you the right to act so cocky in Japan, right in front of us? How ridiculous.
The old man gave Lambo and Ipring a sinister look.
Don't blame me for being ruthless; blame yourselves for actually forming an alliance with Gojo Satoru and the others and interfering in the matters of the Jujutsu World. You've come to seek death before we even had the chance to come looking for trouble.
I want that brat's head. Leave his head for me to use as a replacement for my treasure.
The old man's eyes turned fierce, the nine-headed Cursed Spirit rushed forward.
The other Cursed Spirits followed suit, swarming across the moonlight in a massive wave toward the seemingly small and cute Lambo.
Lambo took a leisurely glance at the shadow overhead, suddenly his expression softened. "If it were me ten years ago, I would probably be screaming my head off and hiding behind Tsuna's back. What a shame, I won't be able to show the Tsuna of ten years ago my heroic figure."
I've grown up, I'm no longer that little kid who could only hide behind his brother and cry.
A small square box appeared in Lambo's hands. He tossed it up and down, in the next moment, he raised his hand, using the ring on his finger to align with the notch on the box.
“Time to get to work, Thunder Bull.”
Flames erupted in all directions, accompanied by the rumbling sound of thunder flashing all around. A bull, its entire body shrouded in lightning-attribute flames, appeared on the spot. It reared up its hooves and charged toward the enemies with a roar.
Ipring leaped lightly, performing several flips to reach the top of the building. Looking down at them from his high vantage point, he said with a proud expression, "Lambo is not the Lambo of before, Ipring is not the Ipring of before. I'm starting to feel motivated too, hyup!"
With incredibly powerful martial arts and a flexible body, Ipring moved through the chaos like a fish in water, without harming any of the innocent servants at all; he kicked the old woman in the chest and ducked to avoid the old man's saber attack.
She struck the large blade swinging her way with one hand, while using the other to blast the old woman away with a wave of aura.
It only took two minutes for several adults to end up lying on the ground. Ipring flicked his pigtails, a confident smile on his delicate and elegant face. "Ipring has improved again."
The old woman lay on the ground, her body aching terribly. She clawed at the ground with her nails, glaring at Ipring with hatred. "You little brat, don't get cocky! I don't want your skin anymore! I'll make sure you suffer a death so agonizing that you'll beg for death but be unable to die! I'll tear you apart and turn you into my table, chairs, bowls, chopsticks!"
She reached out her hand to summon the Cursed Spirits back, the two men summoned them as well.
They naturally felt that Lambo could not defeat so many Cursed Spirits; when he and Ipring were fighting, they destroyed many buildings, which happened to block the line of sight and prevented people from seeing the scenery outside.
But as one second passed, they could still think to themselves that it was just because the Cursed Spirits were running too slowly to come back.
Ten seconds passed, they could still comfort themselves by thinking that Lambo had just run a bit too far and the Cursed Spirit had also run far away.
However, half a minute passed, their faces had already turned pale; it was far from being able to comfort themselves that it was an accident.
Could it be? Is it really possible? It's impossible. At such a young age, having one heaven-defying Gojo Satoru and one wild Geto Suguru in the world is already enough; how could a mere foreign external system energy possibly exist!
Ipring tilted her head. She had originally told the servants to run, but they were merely kowtowing incessantly, tears and snot streaming down their faces, refusing to flee no matter what. Feeling a bit troubled, she stopped paying attention to them after seeing their pale faces.
Are you thinking about Lambo? He definitely won.
Impossible! How could my pride and joy, the synthesized Cursed Spirit, possibly..
The old man tried to hold his ground and not show any fear, but in the next moment, a massive head dropped right before his eyes, smashing a large hole.
My, it's so lively in here. What are you all talking about? Are you talking about this?
Tap, tap, tap, the crisp sound of hard-soled shoes hitting the floor echoed as Lambo walked in from outside, stretched, stepped one foot onto the old man's face.
Sorry, they were too fragile, I've already broken them.
If you want me to pay for them, I simply can't afford it.
In that case, I might as well just silence all of you.
The large man's face turned pale in an instant, deathly white, his eyes began to waver: "No, you can't kill us! We are elders of the Board of Directors! If you provoke us, you won't be able to take a single step in Japan!"
That's right, you are just foreigners; you cannot take action on our land. Once you make a move, the entire Board of Directors will mobilize, when that time comes, you won't be able to escape even if you had wings!
Exactly. It's not too late to release us now. Considering how young you all are, I can choose not to hold you accountable, we can all live in peace from now on.
Even with death imminent, these people still hadn't realized their actual situation; they remained intoxicated by their status, maintaining that same condescending attitude and self-assured tone.
Lambo sighed, "That guy Gokudera Hayato always calls me stupid; it's because he hasn't met you lot yet."
It's so strange. I learned the law of the jungle when I was three years old. You are all so much older than me, so how can you still be this naive?
Ipring thought for a moment before answering, "They're probably just real idiots."
Lambo: "Alright, you idiots, I don't want to hear any more of your chatter; it's getting noisy. Now, following the virtue of respecting the elderly and caring for the young as a young person should, I shall send you on your final journey. I promise it won't be painful; I'm not a pervert like Rokudo Mukuro, with a hobby of torturing people."
Lambo walked up to them, the last thing they heard was, "Be grateful, you old men and women, that it wasn't Rokudo Mukuro executing this mission; he hates fusion the most."
The moment he finished speaking, their world plunged into eternal darkness.
Ipring's expression was calm as he turned to the servants and said, "Alright, the unpleasant people are all gone, so you may leave. This time, no one will stop you."
Chapter 24: 24 Days of Live Streaming
Sawada Tsunayoshi: My god, are these still my lovely babies? They are just too handsome, too beautiful, too magnificent; words simply cannot describe it.
Among the people in the family, the ones Sawada Tsunayoshi worried about most were the two little ones; Fuuta was slightly older than them.
Lambo and Ipring were caught up in battles in the Hidden World when they were still at kindergarten age. Especially during the future battle, he had always felt a deep sense of guilt and had been constantly wondering if they really had to continue acting as members of the Port Mafia, whether they had other possibilities.
The footage continued to play.
It was a rainy night, a night where the tenth generation leader candidate led by Sawada Tsunayoshi faced off against the Varia led by Xanxus. The rain soaked through Sawada Tsunayoshi's clothes, outlining the slender silhouette of the youth.
His originally weak and gentle face had become resolute and expressionless, with only a flash of anger shimmering within his golden eyes.
He held the broken wire in one hand, while carefully cradling the injured and electrocuted Lambo in the other.
Flames flickered on his forehead, just as his rage would never subside.
“I don't care about the Vongola Rings; today, I'm taking Lambo away.”
I'll give you both the Sky Ring and the Lightning Guardian Ring, Xanxus, I will take them back with my own hands.
In the next moment, the scene shifted. Sawada Tsunayoshi was holding various school brochures in each hand, looking conflicted as he picked through them, complaining to Reborn, "I still feel like Lambo and Ipring should have other choices. They are both still so young; they have no idea what kind of future they are choosing."
I cannot deprive them of their right to choose before they even have the capacity to make a choice.
Reborn sneered, seemingly mocking his naivety.
Once you step into this world, do you think there's any possibility of them retreating? Lambo is already the Vongola Lightning Guardian. You don't seem to realize how much attraction the Vongola has in the Hidden World; the moment he put on the ring, he had no way back.
So what?" Sawada Tsunayoshi looked somewhat defiant, his face flashing with the stubbornness unique to young people. "His choice is one thing, but whether or not I can give him a choice is another. Regardless, Lambo and Ipring are still young.
Reborn teased, "Very good, keep up that spirit. You're showing quite the Port Mafia boss's momentum right now."
Tsuna's face fell instantly, he buried his face in his arms, letting out a muffled, sulky groan. "That's too much, Reborn. I'm trying to discuss serious business with you, but you're just mocking me."
This isn't mockery, you dummy Tsuna, I'm saying you've grown.
Even Dino wouldn't get a compliment like that, so you should be happy about it.
The master and apprentice bickered and made noise, looking so intimate, as if there was a bond between them that others would find difficult to penetrate.
In fact, it was true; at least, Reborn was quite surprised. He taught Dino with great dedication, but he and Dino were not even this close.
Yes, he used the two words "intimate" to describe it.
This was becoming very interesting. He wanted to probe into the two of them's past, wanting to know what they had experienced; it would certainly be a very interesting story.
Ipring had a massive question mark hanging over his head: "Master, I don't understand what they are saying, but I can feel that Mr. Tian is a good person; he is very good to me."
Feng said softly, "This is enough. Ipring, you are still young, but you will understand once you grow up."
“Then when will I be considered grown up?”
When you have completely mastered the Gyoza Fist and can control the Cylinder Bomb.
Alright, Ipring will work hard.
Lambo didn't make a scene; instead, he was uncharacteristically silent, sitting motionless in his chair with his head lowered so that no one could see his expression.
Gokudera Hayato heard the sound of sobbing and sniffing coming from beside him, but he didn't ask what it was. He simply watched the images on the screen, then looked down at the photo in his hand and let out a low huff.
He knew that Lambo was being moved by something. To have someone worry about you so much and plan for your future is a blessing.
Lambo didn't know why his nose felt so stinging and his heart so aching; he simply lowered his head in a disheveled manner, refusing to let anyone see the mighty Lambo shed tears.
That person called Tsuna is going too far; how can he speak so well, so perfectly to Lambo's liking?
In fact, the Provino Family is just a small family struggling to survive on the fringes of the great families; they lack powerful combat strength but possess top-tier technology like the Ten Years Later Rocket, which caused other forces to covet them and launch attacks in the early years.
A former head of the family wisely sought out Vongola, exchanging the Provino Family's loyalty and the rights to use the ten-year rocket launcher for Vongola's protection.
Lambo had been training his skin since he was very young; his talent was excellent, but he also suffered a great deal. Sometimes, when it became too painful, he couldn't help but scream, but the cold-hearted elders always told him to endure it, for they hoped to revitalize the family through this member with the strongest talent.
No one ever asked about his wishes, no one cared about a child's thoughts.