The enemy had come far too suddenly. In his haste, Li Qing had clearly failed to consider the possibility of a "black eats black" situation when devising the plan.
And Bucciarati had unknowingly made the mistake of judging others by himself, overestimating the professional ethics and personal character of his "colleagues."
Just as he had described before, Li Qing was now like a fragrant bone tossed into a dog pen—
There was only one bone, but a whole pack of mad dogs.
With that, it was hardly surprising that a dog-eat-dog farce had broken out.
"Damn it."
"This guy had planned from the start to snatch Li Qing away from me. The strategy we came up with is completely useless."
Bucciarati painfully covered the wound that was bleeding profusely. His body, not yet recovered from its previous injuries, had suffered another crushing blow.
And the consequences of the failed backstab had only just begun to show.
After shooting Bucciarati down with a single bullet, a sharp gleam instantly appeared in Fernando's murky eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses:
"Hahahaha. Oh, I see now!"
Fernando turned to look at Giorno, whose face was filled with vigilance:
The moment the gunshot rang out, Giorno had instinctively removed the ropes he had been using as a disguise and summoned Gold Experience to protect himself and Bucciarati.
"You were never actually tied up by those ropes."
"This was a trap. You were putting on an act for me, trying to lure me into your Stand's range before ambushing me!"
"I see. You wanted to play black eats black too?"
"No, no." He shook his head as he muttered to himself:
"Li Qing is in your hands, not mine. What would I gain by attacking you for no reason?"
"That means you were simply attacking members