It was really difficult to find traces of the passionate boss, because he had destroyed all the information about me at the beginning. Even if I knew his face, I would have no way to start, and I would even expose myself to the boss.

Whether Bucciarati is a gangster or a man who has been in such an environment since he was a child, no matter what, he has some hidden clues of his own, but he can't use them at all now. He can't be sure whether the boss really doesn't know these things.

Giorno's cell phone suddenly rang. He made a quiet gesture to the people present, paused for two seconds, and after making sure there was no sound, he answered the call from the unfamiliar number.

Giorno was very alert. He did not speak directly but waited for the other party to speak first. However, after hearing the voice from the other side, he was stunned, signaled everyone to stop talking, and pressed the hands-free button.

The voice coming from the other end of the line was not Kotobuki's as they expected, but the voice of a relatively unfamiliar boy. Giorno recognized it as the pink-haired boy who was sitting next to Kotobuki when he gave the number to Kotobuki.

They analyzed it later and found that, as expected, the harmless-looking pink-haired boy was a member of the boss' most trusted bodyguard, just like Kotobuki.

[I really didn't expect that the two people in the assassination team would investigate to this extent. Oso - you should know what to do, right? ]

[Hmm.] This is the voice of Kotobuki-san.

[Hiss… Even the boss’s birthplace was dug out. The boss must be very angry now, so don’t show mercy this time—]

【……】

[Oso, you should understand that if the result of your attack this time is not enough to intimidate the organization, the boss will not let the assassination team go——]

[…I see. Where are they?]

He then gave an address and the call was hung up.

The room was somewhat quiet. Naranja looked left and right, and asked curiously, "Is Oso helping us?"

Apache snorted and laughed: "Rather than helping us, it's better to say--"

"This is a warning," Bucciarati continued.

Giorno nodded and explained to Naranja who looked puzzled: "To scare the monkeys, Kotobuki wants to tell us that if we continue to investigate, we will end up like the two people in the assassination team, being discovered by the organization and severely punished."

Narancia was even more puzzled. He tilted his head and asked, "If this is a warning, then why are you still smiling, Giorno?"

Giorno squinted his eyes, his long hair draped behind his head seemed to be glowing in the darkness, and he said in a soft girlish voice: "Because, Kotobuki-san doesn't need to remind us of this."

"After this conversation, I am even more certain that Kotobuki has not fully recovered his memory."

If he had recovered his memory, Kotobuki-san would never have done such a thing.

Just by looking at how swiftly classmate Kotobuki attacked in the high tower, one can tell that the other party has done this kind of thing of silencing people quite a lot.

Kokuba's character is neither cunning nor complicated. He has no way of opposing the passionate, cunning and sharp boss. If Giorno did not have the ability to create life and make substitute corpses, Kokuba's letting them go would definitely be discovered. This also means that Kokuba has never disobeyed Diavolo's orders.

The only difference between the previous and the next behavior is whether Kotobuki has lost his memory.

Giorno smiled: "At the same time, this is also a very important piece of information - the two people in the assassination team have already found out the birthplace of the boss, which means that they may have more information about Diavolo!"

After Giorno finished speaking, there was a moment of silence in the room, and no one agreed with him. Mista covered his face and said in a sad tone: "Honestly...if this continues, I really won't be able to find a girlfriend next time!"

After all, how can a girl be prettier than Giorno now? Giorno looks very similar to his father, who has a demonic face, and at the same time has some characteristics of the Joestar family, plus the balance of soft lines from the East, resulting in Giorno's delicate face and a smaller body than the average European and American.

Even Giorno didn't do anything to his face, he just let his long hair fall down to blur the lines of his face! Moreover, Giorno is only thirteen years old, his facial lines are not very sharp, and he needs to learn some makeup techniques... Mista covered his face and whispered: "I really don't like this type!"

It would be fine if it was just Giorno, but now there is Bucciarati, who has a completely different style! In the past, I didn't think there was anything wrong with Bucciarati wearing a low-cut dress and a bob haircut... But now...

Bucciarati made the final decision: "We are going to rescue the two members of the assassination team. We need to get out of them what they have investigated."

Giorno sighed: "It would be great if one of us had a space stand. After all, it would be too exhausting to always rely on Bucciarati's stand, right?"

Bucciarati raised his eyebrows, he didn't think there was anything wrong. On the contrary, Abbacchio, who had been watching Bucciarati, was a little unwilling to continue like this - that little bastard was doing it on purpose.

Abbazi gnashed his teeth and glared at Giorno fiercely, saying, "Change your clothes."

Giorno blinked his eyes and said, "Mr. Abbazi has always been reluctant, hasn't he?"

Abbaccio laughed: "How can we let Bucciarati take all the responsibility alone? Don't you think so?"

Naranja, who had no idea what was happening, was the first to respond: "Yeah! It would be too hard if it was always Bucciarati!"

Fugo opened his mouth, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that there was nothing wrong. After all, he was just a little more disguised - as a gangster, he had lost this sense of shame from the beginning.

Mista, the only new member who was forced to defect and never completed a mission, turned pale: "Wait? It can't be what I think? No - wait -! Help - Giorno!"

Apache rubbed his hands together and grabbed the arm of Mista who was trying to escape.

Giorno looked at Buccellati, who looked pleased, and asked, "Is this really okay?"

Bucciarati responded by asking, "What's the problem?"

Giorno blinked. "I see."

After everything was over, Mista seemed to have lost something important, as if his soul had come out of his mouth, and he lay on the side with a look of being tortured.

Fugo rolled his eyes at this: "Doesn't he know that the more you care, the more you can't help it——"

Giorno added: "Isn't this interesting?"

Fugo shut up and looked at Giorno with a new perspective. He felt like he had gotten to know this smart kid who didn't look like he was 13. Fugo subconsciously ignored his age.

Bucciarati made a gesture: "Next we will form teams of two and move separately. Remember to keep in touch."

Bucciarati and Abbaccio were a pair, Narancia was handed over to Fugo as expected, and the rest were naturally Mista and Giorno.

Giorno glanced at Bucciarati's arrangement and did not object.

After everyone had dispersed, Mista asked casually, "What did you want to say just now, Giorno?"

Giorno was silent for a while. "If I remember correctly, Mista, you are new to the team, right?"

Mista responded: "Yes, what's the matter?"

Giorno: "I have nothing to do with the organization. As long as I don't go home, no one will recognize me in my current appearance."

"Mistah, you too are new to the team, so the organization probably doesn't know all the details about you yet. In other words..."

If they want, they can quit the team and leave this dangerous operation at any time.

Mista didn't seem surprised and said, "That's why I said Bucciarati is a good man."

He shook his hair that was stretched by Giorno, touched his neck with some discomfort, and his pure black eyes showed understanding: "Although I am the fourth to join the team - but if we leave, there will only be four people left in this team, right? That's too unlucky."

"You know, I hate the number 4 the most, so I'll stay for a while."

Giorno smiled and said, "Let's go find someone."

Mista's attention was diverted, and he subconsciously asked, "Who?"

This time Giorno did not hide anything. He replied: "Do you remember the lady who talked to me when you found me?"

Mista suddenly realized: "Ah! It's the type you like, the silver-haired one at that time...wait." He suddenly reacted and said incredulously: "That lady...could it be..."

Giorno smiled and said, "Yes, that's what you think, Mista."

Mista looked even more devastated, like a statue about to decay. It seemed that if Giorno poked him again, Mista would completely dissipate into thin air.

Giorno said, whether intentionally or deliberately, "If you can't accept it, please treat it as if I didn't say anything, Mista."

Mista said angrily, "Shut up, Giorno!"

"How can I face beautiful girls in the future?"

Giorno looked very sincere and said, "I'm sorry. I'll be more careful next time."

At the same time, Shi Bai had found the safe house where the two members of the assassination team investigating Diavolo lived. The room was a little messy. He looked at the documents on the desk and the intelligence on the computer and touched his chin.

"...It's a little surprising." Not only was he surprised that the two assassination team could investigate so many things, but the most important thing was that Shi Bai picked up one of the photos, and there was a girl with a somewhat familiar face in the photo. , with the Sardinian coast in the background. To be honest, just the short pink hair allowed Shi Bai to identify the other person at a glance.

"Tresh Oona, huh?"

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