Moody Blues could recreate the past with just two factors: time and place.
And Li Qing happened to possess both exact details:
At 7:58 this morning, Diavolo had punched straight through his heart in an alley in Palermo's port district.
"In other words."
"As long as we go back there, we can replay his appearance!"
After learning about Abbacchio's Stand ability, Li Qing's eyes lit up.
"No, I'm afraid it won't be that simple." Bucciarati immediately poured cold water on his excitement. "There's something I have to tell you."
"The Boss—the Diavolo you mentioned—already knew every Stand ability in our squad before he sent us to hunt you down."
He paused and glanced at Abbacchio. "Including Abbacchio's Moody Blues."
"This is going to be troublesome."
Li Qing frowned.
"That guy may be too cowardly to show his face, but cowardice is a kind of strength too."
"Your defection could be exposed at any moment. Someone cautious enough to guard against even his own subordinates will definitely think of the same method we did as soon as he learns what happened."
"To cover his tracks, that madman will probably—"
A terrible premonition had already formed in his heart.
But Giorno, standing nearby, promptly interrupted Li Qing's pointless train of thought.
"Don't think about that yet. We should hurry to a safe place first."
"We caused such a huge commotion at the restaurant. Given the scale of the Passion Organization, I doubt Bucciarati's team is the only one coming after us."
"That's right."
Bucciarati nodded seriously at Giorno.
They had only known each other for a few minutes, but for some reason, he instinctively felt that the blond youth named Giorno possessed a special kind of charm.
"Diavolo has issued a warrant for Li Qing to every branch of the organization across