"I just got to the door and heard you all arguing!"
Bucciarati walked in from outside, frowning, and said angrily.
"Bucciarati!" Narancia covered his mouth and laughed, appearing unusually excited: "Abbacchio is treating Giorno and Mista to tea!"
Abbacchio's mouth twitched slightly. He looked at the calm Giorno and thought in surprise: That kid really drank it.
Mista was breaking out in a cold sweat, almost throwing up. He struggled, frowning, and said tremblingly: "Gio… Giorno actually drank it?! I… I won't drink it! I am a man of principles!" Then he feigned aloofness and raised his head: "A gen… A gentleman wouldn't do such a thing. If you force me, I'll tell Bucciarati!"
"Eek!" Narancia shrieked: "Mista, you're not like a man at all! Not even as good as Giorno!"
"Horrible, you definitely didn't drink it!" Fugo said with wide eyes, certain: "Tell me! Where did you put it?!"
Giorno calmly showed a composed smile and retorted: "Don't you all hide your abilities?"
"So cool!" Narancia's eyes widened, "What kind of ability is it? I really want to know!"
Bucciarati sighed, his head aching, "Don't bully the newcomer!"
"Alright, I have news about the Assassination Team! All of you, quiet down!" Bucciarati said loudly, then sat next to Giorno and reached for the teapot to pour himself some tea. Abbacchio quickly pulled his hand away.
Bucciarati: "?"
"Bucciarati, you'd better order a fresh pot!"
"..." Bucciarati had no choice but to put down the teapot and say, "The Assassination Team has already reached the airport and killed two Stand Users! Another one engaged them and then retreated! Now we have information on the abilities of two more members!"
"Ghiaccio, temperature control; Melone, cutting objects into pieces," Bucciarati said seriously. "Among them, the one we are most curious about is Johnson Joffrey."
Giorno couldn't help but frown seriously, and then Bucciarati continued, "There are still doubts about his ability, but according to the signs at the scene, Gloria died without any wounds, presumably due to Stand death."
"So I suspect that Johnson Joffrey can absorb Stands!"
"!"
"Although this sounds incredible, considering the ability he displayed in front of Mista, it seems to be true. If he can absorb energy, then a Stand can also be considered a form of energy."
Everyone fell silent. The Assassination Team's strength was unimaginable; three Stand Users were all defeated. How many rounds could they themselves withstand? But they showed no fear; instead, Narancia said, "Then why aren't we going to the airport to intercept them, but instead came to this restaurant in Naples that we've never been to before?"
Just as Bucciarati was about to speak, a small old man in a chef's uniform entered their private room, bringing them four strawberry cakes.
Mista's eyes widened instantly as he stared incredulously at the four cakes. He then grabbed the old man by the collar, lifted him up, and asked, "What are you doing?! What's wrong with your restaurant?! Why are you serving four cakes? Do you want me to die?!"
The old man quickly waved his hands and said, "Sorry, sorry, sir!"
"Do you know what 4 represents?! It's death! It's bad luck!" Mista shouted.
"Mista!" Bucciarati scolded, "Let go of him!"
Mista was puzzled as to why Bucciarati was so angry, so he released his grip. The old man immediately dropped to the floor, and Bucciarati quickly went to help him up.
"Mr. Pericolo!" Bucciarati placed his hand on his chest and bowed reverently. "Please forgive my subordinate's disrespect; please blame me!"
"It's alright, Bucciarati," Pericolo adjusted his collar and took off his hat.
"This is an important executive of the organization—Mr. Pericolo!" Bucciarati said.
The others all stood up in surprise, looking shocked at the unassuming old man.
Giorno quickly bowed and said, "Please accept our apologies." The others belatedly followed suit and bowed.
"Ah, it's not necessary," Pericolo said. "This restaurant is an intelligence transfer point for the organization. Bucciarati, I'm here to see you today on the Boss's orders!"
"!"
Narancia and the others widened their eyes, looking at Pericolo in disbelief. Before this, they were just small-time thugs in Naples and never imagined that the Boss would personally issue an order!
"How should I put it!" Pericolo said. "The Boss has actually been paying close attention to you all. After all, you're a rare team of all Stand Users; it's truly a waste for you to be a low-level squad."
"Bucciarati, you have always had Polpo's deep trust. After he was assassinated, you voluntarily handed over Polpo's 10 billion inheritance to the organization, which shows your loyalty!"
"10 billion!" Narancia exclaimed, widening his eyes in disbelief. "As expected of Bucciarati!"
Bucciarati will definitely become an executive this time; I truly didn't misjudge him! Fugo thought.
"However, for the entire organization right now, apprehending the traitorous Assassination Team is the top priority. Polpo's inheritance can be retrieved later!" Pericolo continued, "Now, the important task of apprehending the Assassination Team is being completely entrusted to you! This will be your first mission as an executive!"
"Executive!" Narancia exclaimed excitedly, "I knew Bucciarati could become an executive!"
"It's still too difficult for you to defeat the Assassination Team," Pericolo sighed again. "But the Boss trusts you greatly and has decided to convey a top-secret message to you!"
"?!"
"That is, the Assassination Team's objective is to uncover the Boss's true identity, and they somehow found out that the Boss's hometown is on the island of Sardinia. So, they are now going to Sardinia to investigate the Boss's past life!"
Bucciarati: "!"
"If they reach Sardinia, then everyone will know that the boss's hometown is Sardinia!"
"What should we do?" Narancia couldn't help but ask, "They've already reached the airport!"
"Don't worry about that. The boss has already mobilized other Stand Users to rush to the airport. They definitely won't be allowed to board the plane," Pericolo continued. "Even if they do get on, he'll make sure they fall off."
"I will arrive in Sardinia before you to pick up the boss's daughter. Your mission is to pursue them, delay their progress, so that we can successfully pick up the boss's daughter! At the same time, erase all traces of the boss in Sardinia."
"Bo... boss... the boss's daughter?!"
The members of Bucciarati's Team couldn't help but widen their eyes, finding it hard to believe that the boss would entrust them with such a task related to his true identity.
"Yes."
"!"
"Depart now! Go to Sardinia! Once you arrive in Sardinia, I will specifically inform you how to erase the boss's traces in Sardinia!"
"It's all up to you, Bucciarati! The boss hasn't trusted anyone like this in a long time!"
Bucciarati frowned, his eyes firm, and he nodded forcefully, placing his right hand on his chest and solemnly stating:
"I will definitely not betray the boss's trust, erase the boss's traces in Sardinia, and capture the assassination squad!"
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Bucciarati: "You didn't expect this, Diavolo! It's me, the traitor Bucciarati!"
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"My Seven Lives in the Second Dimension Journey"