Though he put on a confident front, Li Qing knew his situation was extremely dire:
That damned zipper seemed to have been judged by the system as a powerful "control effect," actually affecting even his data-based body that could never be damaged.
Worse still, unlike the control skills in games that generally lasted only a few seconds, this zipper would not disappear on its own.
If he could not defeat Bucciarati, his body would not recover.
And if his body could not recover, he would have to fight Steel Chain Fingers, whose strength and speed far surpassed his own, with one crippled hand. Defeating Bucciarati would be harder than climbing to heaven.
This was clearly a dead end.
So, in this near-hopeless situation, Li Qing's finishing move to turn the tables was—
Run!
Right after making that bold declaration about defeating him with one hand, he whirled around and bolted away with the speed of a mouse spotting a cat.
"What?!" Bucciarati had been completely focused on guarding against whatever "trump card" Li Qing might pull out. He truly had not expected this move.
Though Li Qing was slower than Steel Chain Fingers, he was much faster than Bucciarati.
Steel Chain Fingers had a range of only two meters, meaning it could only move within two meters of Bucciarati. Its movement speed was clearly limited by that of its user.
And neither of them had been far from the mouth of the alley to begin with.
In just a few breaths, taking advantage of his head start, Li Qing sprinted out of the alley in three long strides and vanished around the corner.
"This direction."
"Is he trying to flee to his companion and seek help from that 'ramen-haired guy'?"
Not knowing Giorno's name, Bucciarati casually gave him a fitting