A moment later.
After a grueling battle, Li Qing and Giorno successfully rendezvoused.
The Bucciarati Team was finally reunited, though the scene was far from pleasant:
Abbacchio lacked combat ability, and his gunshot wounds had yet to heal. With all his teammates defeated, he did not hold out for long before being captured.
Giorno bound his hands and feet tightly with vines, then casually tied him to a car tire.
Fugo and Narancia had narrowly escaped death. Although the lethal virus in their bodies had been cured by the serum, the strength drained by the virus's rapid reproduction could not be recovered so quickly.
They slumped weakly against the car, their faces as pale as corpses.
Then there was Bucciarati, whose injured back left him moving stiffly as Li Qing marched him over with a gun pressed to his head.
Oh, and Mista, who was still unconscious, had to be counted too.
The whole family was gathered together at last, every last one of them bruised and battered.
Just minutes ago, they had been brimming with confidence as they prepared to seize the position of Naples capo. Now, they looked at one another with deeply mixed expressions.
"HAHAHAHA!"
Li Qing burst into hearty laughter, then said to Bucciarati with a solemn expression:
"I've always been considerate. I never make things difficult for people."
"Bucciarati, I understand your concern that your companions might be implicated by you, that they might not survive the Organization's pursuit. So look, haven't I solved that problem for you now?"
"After all."
He swept his ill-intentioned gaze over the gathered prisoners.
"Anyone who refuses to surrender can die right now. Then they'll never have to worry about being hunted by the Organization again."
"..."
Silence fell.
Abbacchio frowned slightly, lost in thought. Fugo clenched his teeth