The street was quiet.
The nearby pedestrians and shopkeepers had scattered like birds and beasts the moment the disturbance at the restaurant broke out.
Thanks to Naples's "excellent" public safety, many of them had seen the horrific scenes of Mafia shootouts in the streets before.
So, after learning that some madman had openly provoked the Mafia inside the restaurant, the innocent people nearby instinctively fled from the area.
At that moment, aside from the two neat rows of sedans parked along the roadside, there was nothing else obstructing the broad street.
This was a good thing for Li Qing:
His already exceptionally sharp super hearing could display its true usefulness even better in such silence.
Thus, the instant the blond youth shouted "Aerosmith," Li Qing heard the hum of an airplane propeller coming from the sky:
"Is a propeller plane flying overhead? No."
"The sound of a normal plane would definitely approach from far away. It couldn't suddenly appear like this."
"Without a doubt. This is a Stand attack!"
Li Qing instantly confirmed the enemy Stand's location and immediately shouted to Giorno beside him:
"Careful, the enemy's Stand is in the sky!"
Soon, Giorno also spotted that unusually shaped Stand:
It was an airplane—a small but fully equipped propeller plane that looked much like a toy model aircraft.
It continuously circled at a low altitude of over ten meters, seemingly busy searching for its target.
"Ha ha ha!"
The blond youth laughed wildly, his voice faintly theatrical:
"It's useless even if you notice it!"
"You can't possibly defeat my 'Aerosmith'!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the "toy plane" flying low overhead suddenly dove like an attacking eagle, aiming the two miniature machine guns mounted on its body at Li Qing and Giorno below.
Though its size made it easy