Bucciarati fell into doubt.
Just as he and his companions drove into Naples and were about to track down Li Qing, Li Qing had taken the initiative to show himself.
He had made a highly public appearance at an upscale restaurant protected by the Passion Organization. Not only had he caused a senseless scene, but he had also loudly demanded that the restaurant manager call out the people behind their protective umbrella so they could have a little practice.
"What do you all think?"
"Why would Li Qing reveal himself at a time like this?"
Bucciarati frowned tightly and turned around from the passenger seat to ask his companions for their opinions.
"Uh..." Narancia scratched his head and racked his brains, but after holding it in for a long time, he still could not come up with anything useful.
Abbacchio sat silently beside the unconscious Mista. He seemed lost in thought and did not react in time.
It was Fugo who offered a useful deduction:
"This kind of act, exposing his own whereabouts, is far too unreasonable."
"My guess is that he knows too little about our Passion Organization. He does not even know where to begin if he wants to strike back. That is why he is using such an exaggerated and dangerous method to draw out our organization's members and open a breach for his counterattack."
"It is a good thing that the enemy lacks intelligence, but from another angle..."
Fourteen-year-old underage illegal driver Fugo spoke seriously as he drove:
"Anyone who dares to do something like this must be extremely confident in his own strength, right?"
"Exactly."
Bucciarati nodded, his voice grave.
"This is definitely going to be a troublesome opponent."
"And to help us complete this mission, the boss just had Mr. Polpo relay Li Qing's