Notorious Big

Diavolo, watching from the shadows, saw Bucciarati's team gathered together and chose to avoid their immediate confrontation, turning to leave.

Bucciarati had betrayed the organization and would have no place to hide anywhere in Italy. His own guard detail would deal with him.

By the river near the tower, Bucciarati placed the unconscious Trish onto a boat and turned to face the group on the shore.

He spoke with a serious tone, "I have already betrayed the Boss. You all have nothing to do with this, so you should leave now."

"If you continue to follow me, there's a possibility of being attacked at any moment."

"Bucciarati, what are you saying?!"

Everyone looked at Bucciarati in shock. Betraying the Boss was akin to betraying the organization; it was no different from suicide.

Giorno pursed his lips, but before he could speak, Abbacchio, standing nearby with Moody Blues, rushed over and grabbed his collar.

Abbacchio cursed him out, his voice filled with anger and a hint of undisguised fear.

"Giorno, you bastard, did you just get a phone call? What are you hiding from us?! It must have been you rushing in that caused Bucciarati to betray the Boss!!!"

Giorno leaned back slightly, turning his head away, not meeting Abbacchio's gaze directly.

The fact that Dawn was still alive was known only to him, Bucciarati, and Mista.

"No, it has nothing to do with Giorno."

Bucciarati spoke, confirming that Trish had not woken up, and explained the reason for his betrayal to the group.

Mista's forehead beaded with cold sweat. "Bucciarati, are you serious?"

After hearing the explanation, Fugo couldn't help but take a step back, a look of absurdity appearing on his face.

"That's the reason?! But the organization has always been involved in drug trafficking and assassinations, didn't you know? Aren't we part of the organization's Assassination Squad too?!"

As everyone was still arguing, Bucciarati's body swayed, and he nearly fell to his knees.

Giorno promptly supported him. Suddenly, he seemed to see something, and a flicker of surprise flashed in his eyes.

As Bucciarati fell, the edge of his palm was pierced by a nail, yet he showed no reaction, and no blood flowed from the wound.

Giorno's mouth opened slightly, but he said nothing. Recalling the previous events, he had a dawning suspicion.

In the end, except for the rational Fugo, all the team members decided to continue following Bucciarati.

Watching their retreating figures on the boat, Fugo's heart was in turmoil, and he was covered in sweat.

"A bunch of idiots, you're really going to die..."

At Marco Polo Airport, in the airplane cockpit.

Dawn sat in the empty cockpit, his fingers constantly tapping on the display screen, feeling a sense of irritation.

He had just ended his call with Giorno, learned that the group had chosen to betray the Boss, and was preparing to enact the next step.

Simultaneously, to avoid the organization's surveillance, Giorno would discard all electronic devices, making this their last call.

Dawn didn't waste time on pleasantries, nor did he ask for the group's location. Instead, he informed Giorno about the intel on two potential Stand users they might encounter before destroying his phone.

Feeling inexplicably restless, Dawn could only stroke the Metal Dragon coiled beside him. Its cold touch slightly eased his anxiety.

In the JOJO world, there was the concept of fate, a force that surpassed everything. Everyone's birth and death were predetermined.

Originally, Dawn had joined Bucciarati's team hoping to change the fate of its members, but he hadn't expected them to part ways due to an accident.

He had only been gone for a short while, and had even called Giorno to inform him, yet Bucciarati still met with misfortune.

Had fate begun to notice Dawn, the outsider? What kind of ending had it arranged for him?

"I'm still not strong enough. Could golden or scarlet abilities break free from the shackles of fate? If not, there's one last option—the Insect Arrow."

[Stand: Beyond Imagination] evolving into [Stand: Beyond Imagination Requiem] might help Dawn sever the invisible threads of fate.

Dawn began to smoke, one cigarette after another, quietly awaiting Bucciarati's team.

As noon approached, a few gunshots suddenly echoed from outside. Dawn flicked the ash off his cigarette and stood up.

Looking through the observation window, he saw Bucciarati's team dealing with a man.

Dawn opened the cockpit door and smiled at the surprised group, "We meet again, everyone."

Abbacchio took a step back, subconsciously glancing at Mista, then quickly turned his head to look at Dawn warily.

"You really are alive. Mista is very strong, but it's unlikely he could have killed you, so... you're probably not an enemy."

Dawn subtly glanced at the man lying dead on the ground. Was this the true body of the notorious Notorious Big?

He didn't answer Abbacchio's question, instead waving them over. "Come up and talk."

With that, he turned and walked away.

The group looked at Bucciarati, who then explained.

"Mr. Dawn is powerful. We were escorting Trish at the time, so I didn't have Mista attack Mr. Dawn."

Mista reloaded his bullets, turned his head, and touched his cheek with a finger.

"If we really attacked Mr. Dawn, it's highly likely that Giorno and I would be the ones to die."

"Hey~ Giorno, stop checking the body and hurry up and get on the plane."

Seeing Mista change the subject, Abbacchio sighed and didn't pursue it further.

Arriving at the cockpit, Abbacchio summoned Moody Blues and simulated the past of the pilot flying the plane, successfully taking off.

The huge white plane let out a "rumbling" roar, quickly soaring into the sky, heading towards Sardinia.

Inside the cabin, Dawn was talking with Giorno.

"Mr. Dawn, although it's a bit presumptuous, is that your Stand ability?"

Giorno pointed to the Metal Dragon flying beside Dawn. The shrunken Metal Dragon looked exquisite, more cute than ferocious.

"Yes, my Stand is called Dragon Tamer, and it can create Chinese dragons. Once it dies or is destroyed, it needs to be remade."

Dawn explained with a mix of truth and lies. He glanced at Giorno's wrist, finding no abnormalities beneath the sleeve.

Giorno nodded, still a little confused, but didn't ask further questions.

Suddenly, Giorno's ears twitched. He seemed to hear a noise and looked towards the refrigerator beside him.

"I think I heard something strange. Mr. Dawn, could you come with me to take a look?"

"Of course."

Dawn followed Giorno to the refrigerator, the Metal Dragon flying beside him, its throat open, ready to attack at any moment.

Giorno slowly opened the refrigerator. A blast of cold air escaped, revealing several bloody fingers.

Mista heard the commotion and ran over. He couldn't help but feel nervous. "Aren't these the fingers of the guy I took care of at the airport just now? How did they end up here!"

"We'll know if we try."

Dawn unplugged the power. With a look, the Metal Dragon immediately spewed flames, burning the fingers and the refrigerator to ashes.

Bucciarati rushed over upon hearing the news. Seeing that Dawn had already resolved the issue, he summoned Sticky Fingers, preparing to dispose of the refrigerator's remains.

"Everyone hold on tight, be careful not to get sucked out by the wind pressure."

Bucciarati instructed, acting like everyone's mother.

Having dealt with the refrigerator problem, Giorno lost the mood to talk and returned to his seat to rest.

He glanced out the window and suddenly noticed that various painful words had been written next to the observation window at some point.

Giorno followed the words with his eyes, a sense of unease filling his heart.

Help! Please save me!

I miss the pizza from my hometown, Naples...

A giant red monster

That man was burned like scrap paper...

Dying full of resentment

A power that can only be activated by death

Things I couldn't do in life

The corpses ate us!