Li Qing's situation was extremely dire.
They had just finished an incredibly brutal "internal fight," and every one of them had suffered serious injuries in the battle.
Leaving aside Li Qing, who could recover health by breathing and was in perfect condition, right now—
Bucciarati's back was bruised and swollen, making him slow to move.
Fugo and Narancia were still reeling from the lingering torment of the virus, so weak that they could not even summon their Stands.
Giorno and Abbacchio each had gunshot wounds. Though their injuries were not severe enough to prevent them from fighting, their physical abilities would inevitably be affected to some extent.
"A direct confrontation is absolutely out of the question."
"I'm the only one left with full combat capability. If the people in that truck are really enemies, we'll be in a very dangerous situation."
"So."
In the brief dozen or so seconds before the truck rapidly approached, Li Qing solemnly discussed measures for dealing with the enemy attack with his teammates:
"We have to outsmart them and take them down with a surprise attack!"
"A surprise attack?"
Giorno immediately understood Li Qing's idea and turned to look at Bucciarati.
"I understand."
Without any further explanation, Bucciarati could think of this simple yet effective tactic:
Three minutes ago, they had still been fighting Li Qing to the death.
One minute ago, they had only just officially decided to betray the organization.
Under such circumstances, the other members of the organization could not possibly know that they had already defected.
In other words, Bucciarati's group could completely fool the newcomers by presenting themselves as allies, then stab them in the back once they had earned their trust.
"What the hell."
"Are we already going up against the organization?"
Fugo's face was pale from blood loss,