The moment Narancia burst out of the alley, Giorno knew something was wrong.
If Li Qing's battle plan had succeeded, he should have been the first to come out of the alley.
But now...
Narancia sped out of the alley with a grin, while Aerosmith, circling overhead, darted about nimbly with him.
"Narancia, you came out?"
Giorno's expression was as grim as an iron-gray statue, but Fugo, who stood against him, burst into delighted laughter instead.
"Hahahaha."
"Looks like that baldy fell for it, huh?"
"Of course!"
Narancia nodded without hesitation.
"Bucciarati is the strongest."
"That guy named Li Qing has fallen completely into Bucciarati's trap."
"He told me to come help you and hurry up and take care of this 'ramen head' too!"
"Ramen head..."
Giorno's expression darkened further.
Casually giving people nicknames was highly ungentlemanly behavior.
But he had no time to fuss over that now.
Compared to getting angry over his hairstyle, figuring out how to survive was more important.
One teammate had rushed into an alley fifty meters away and seemingly fallen into the enemy's trap.
Giorno had been left here alone. Not only did he lack Li Qing's support, he had to face two—no, three enemies at once.
Just as Narancia emerged from the alley...
A tall man with long silver hair and huge patches of dried blood crusted over his body slowly appeared around the corner at the intersection on the other end of the road.
He was still over a hundred meters away, yet he stopped at the intersection and did not move.
Clearly, this guy had been lying in ambush there all along, intending to work with Narancia and Fugo to completely trap their enemy on this dead-end road.
"Damn it. This is seriously bad."
"In the alley is a powerful enemy