"This is my dream. To put it arrogantly, I'm doing this because I believe I'm right," Bucciarati turned around, facing his team standing by the car. "At a time when all light has been obscured, I still want to pursue my dream."
Bucciarati stood with his back to the afterglow, seemingly fading into the darkness, but his azure eyes shone like the morning star.
I'm doing this because I believe I'm doing the right thing.
Bucciarati placed his hand on his chest. "It's that simple. Becoming a Capo is my dream."
I no longer want to fall into a country where sin is unseen. With all my strength, I will climb to the highest level of the organization and change it, so that I can pray to my father, who died from drugs, during my fragile time.
Even in silence, in darkness, it can awaken my initial dream.
Even if I die, I can say, 'Don't worry, I have done what I believed to be right.' This is the purpose of my life.
"I won't beg you, nor will I order you. This is my dream, and it has nothing to do with you."
"…"
The team members all watched Bucciarati with wide eyes.
"Hey! Bucciarati!" Narancia suddenly said, "What are you two even talking about? How strong is this Assassination Team you're talking about?"
"They've turned all of Italy upside down," Fugo whispered, facing the setting sun's afterglow, which was a bit dazzling.
"I understand your resolve," Abbacchio walked past Bucciarati, bumping his shoulder. "Stop talking like that. Didn't we already say it when you decided to find companions to join us?"
"To become a Capo, it's true failure to back down just because the opponent is strong."
"What?!" Narancia exaggerated, "I thought something serious had happened! Turns out it's just because we might not be able to beat the Assassination Team. I thought something was wrong, but didn't we agree before that we'd become Capos? Besides, we haven't even met the Assassination Team yet."
Mista looked at Fugo, then at Bucciarati, and couldn't help but feel a strange sensation.
He had just joined this team, and he wasn't good at thinking, and his personality was very simple, although his Stand was very complex.
He had met Johnson Joffrey, and just Johnson Joffrey, the youngest child in the Assassination Team, had such presence. One could imagine the strength of the Assassination Team.
"I'm not good at thinking, and I'm too lazy to think about things, but I'll ask you," Mista said with a smile, hands in his pockets, "If you become a Capo, won't you have endless money? And if we take down the Assassination Team, the Boss will give us a huge sum of money too, right?"
Bucciarati smiled and nodded. Then Mista quietly walked over to Bucciarati's side. "Hey, Giorno, hurry up and get over here! Don't leave just the four of us!"
Giorno walked towards the four people expressionlessly.
Fugo looked at Giorno in disbelief. "My point wasn't to back down… Could you please use your brains? What was the Boss's previous order? Whoever captured the Assassination Team would become a Capo!"
Fugo analyzed, refusing to give up, "But that's no longer the case. He ordered us to deal with the Assassination Team. He regretted his order, because his statement that whoever captured the Assassination Team would become a Capo made all the gangs in Italy target the Assassination Team. Every move of the Assassination Team is under everyone's scrutiny."
"This means that everyone will know the Assassination Team's objective, and everyone will know that the Boss's hometown is Sardinia!"
"!"
"So now the Boss has to suppress this order. Now he's quietly telling us the Assassination Team's objective, and there are two possibilities: one, he trusts us; two, he will kill us to silence us after it's over!"
Silence permeated after sunset. After a while, Narancia hesitated and said, "The Boss isn't that bad, is he…?"
"No matter what, we know now," Giorno, who had been silent, suddenly said. He was always silent, but his eyes were very firm, and he often made unexpected moves. "So we must make a choice. If the Boss only trusts us, then we have boundless prospects. This is possible, because Bucciarati handing over ten billion to the organization is already a sign of loyalty to the organization."
"It's rare for gangs nowadays to do something like this."
Giorno's tone was calm, a calmness that completely belied his appearance, and such composure made one wonder what the young man must have gone through to reach such a realization.
"But, if it's about silencing us," Giorno paused, "then we'll just betray them, like the Assassination Team. As long as we persevere, we will find the Boss's weakness."
Fugo looked at Giorno in surprise, his breathing quickening involuntarily, cold sweat slightly dampening his golden hair on his forehead. The scorching evening sun shone on his face, and he couldn't even clearly see the five people in front of him; their brilliance seemed to validate their righteousness.
Fugo lowered his head and gave a helpless laugh, "Have you been brainwashed by something, Bucciarati! Sometimes giving up is smart."
"Fugo," Bucciarati said gently, looking at the afterglow over Naples, "If that's what being smart means, then let me be a fool my whole life."
Bucciarati glanced gently at Giorno beside him, smiled, turned around, and walked towards the setting sun's afterglow, then said:
"If I die, don't worry about it, because the purpose of my life has already been achieved."
The wide sea was chilling, the sun had already set, and the afterglow coated the entire sea with a layer of golden, brilliant light.
Risotto looked at the red sun floating on the sea, and couldn't help but recall the beautiful years when he was in Sicily.
"Such a beautiful view," Risotto said softly to Johnson, "is often seen in Sicily, the hometown of your father and me."
Johnson nodded. You scared me, I thought you were talking about Dio!
"However," Prosciutto, seemingly a rare person of taste, walked between Johnson and Risotto and exclaimed, "I haven't seen such a sight in the hometown of Pesci and me."
Johnson Joffrey gave Prosciutto a dead-fish eye and silently moved a bit further away from him.
The reason Prosciutto was good to Pesci was, on one hand, Pesci had only joined the Assassination Team a few days ago, actually a newcomer to the Assassination Team just like Johnson, and was even recommended by Prosciutto. On the other hand, Prosciutto and he were from the same hometown, from Northern Italy, and Pesci's ability and talent both proved that he could become a very good assassin in the future.
So Prosciutto naturally became Pesci's big brother and took great care of him.
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Recommending a friend's book, he's a big shot.
He's the biggest shot among the friends I know.
"After Maxing Out Favorability"