"You're so slow, Bucciarati!" Narancia exclaimed, staring at the radar screen of his Aerosmith.
Bucciarati nodded without saying anything. Behind him, Trish hugged her chest, her head bowed.
"Where's Giorno?" Abbacchio asked.
"He's resting in the car."
"Be careful, Bucciarati," Fugo suddenly said. "I've always thought you'd definitely become an executive."
"That's natural," Abbacchio chimed in.
"Yeah, now that the Assassination Team has been defeated by us, we can go back to Naples, right?"
"Now is not the time to relax," Bucciarati said. "We haven't personally handed Trish over to my Boss yet, so this matter isn't over."
Everyone nodded, their expressions becoming serious.
"I'm going," Bucciarati said, then looked at Trish beside him.
The Bell Tower Square was located at the highest point in Cagliari. People came and went in the square, and from the edge of the steps, one could even see the orange-tiled roofs of the houses, neatly arranged like fish scales.
"Be careful, Bucciarati! Don't do anything strange!" Fugo shouted.
"I know," Bucciarati replied without looking back.
Watching their retreating figures, Fugo frowned, feeling a sense of loss. "We shouldn't have done anything. As long as we obediently hand Trish over to the boss, we can safely return to Naples."
"Have you arrived, Bruno Bucciarati?" Diavolo, wearing a black robe, watched every move of Bucciarati and Trish from the surveillance room on the top floor.
Trish walked cautiously behind Bucciarati, her arms crossed and her head down.
"Is this my daughter?" Diavolo said. "I can indeed feel this connection of kinship. It would be better to just kill her. That way, my past will truly be completely erased."
He left the surveillance room and walked to the top of the elevator, hearing voices outside.
"We'll take this elevator up."
It was Bucciarati.
"Don't worry, and don't be afraid," he heard Bucciarati say to Trish.
"I'm not afraid!" Trish said stubbornly, swallowing hard as she slowly stepped into the elevator car.
"You have a blood connection from your father. Feel it carefully; it might save your life at a critical moment."
Trish recalled Johnson Joffrey's words and couldn't help but look up at the elevator ceiling, thinking to herself—
My father should be on the top floor. Can I feel him?
Trish felt a rhythmic heartbeat, just like her own.
"Bucciarati," Trish said, hugging her chest. "Is that guy here?"
"Who?"
"My father. I feel like he's right beside me."
"That's your connection with your father. That kind of bloodline can't be wrong."
Bucciarati finished speaking, then instinctively looked at the ascending numbers of the elevator, and the air fell silent.
"Bang!!!!"
A loud bang echoed in Bucciarati's ears. He instantly widened his eyes, quickly turning to see Trish fall to the ground, blood gushing from her chest.
"This is..."
Fortunately, it wasn't Trish's blood. It was... He quickly pulled open the zipper on Trish's chest, and Giorno immediately crawled out.
At the same time, an arm was thrown out.
This is... "It's the Boss," Giorno said, his eyes wide, breathing heavily as if relieved to have narrowly escaped death.
"He tried to kill Trish. I grabbed his arm and broke it."
Trish looked at everything before her in disbelief.
Bucciarati quickly unzipped the elevator, seeing a man clutching his left arm as he rushed out of the first-floor door.
He then looked at the elevator ceiling and floor, both of which had two large holes.
"That was the Boss just now! He actually tried to kill Trish?!" Bucciarati roared in disbelief.
Diavolo had intended to punch through her chest, but his fist conveniently plunged into the zipper on Trish's chest, and Giorno, hidden inside, severed one of his arms.
"To build one's own interests on the suffering of others, to maintain oneself by depriving others of their happiness."
"I cannot forgive that."
Bucciarati said, trembling.
"That guy!" Trish said, trembling, her face contorted in fear, "That... that guy is back again."
"I can feel him."
"[You have a blood connection to your father. Feel it carefully; it might save your life at a critical moment.]"
Johnson was right; I can feel him.
"Run, Bucciarati!" Giorno shouted, "We can't stay here! Although we don't know what the Boss's Stand Ability is, it must be very strong, not something we can defeat!"
Bucciarati looked at Giorno and Trish, knowing he had to protect his subordinates and this poor girl.
Italy is a country with a long history, one that values family and bloodlines. Even their so-called Mafia was actually born to protect family members, especially prevalent in the south.
Betraying one's own relatives and family, even at the lowest level, is something no true gang member could forgive.
"The Boss will definitely not let us go," Giorno said. Then Bucciarati unzipped the elevator floor and created another zipper in the wall, using it as a cushion to descend to the first floor with Trish and Giorno.
They rushed into the hall outside, and Trish, her legs weak, stumbled and fell to the ground.
"Trish!" Bucciarati quickly ran back.
Trish tried to get up quickly from the ground, but her heart skipped a beat, and she felt it again—
That familial connection.
"[King Crimson! King Crimson!]"
A giant stone statue fell from the sky, threatening to crush Trish—
"Trish!!!"
Bucciarati didn't know why blood appeared in his eyes out of nowhere. He completely lost his vision and fell to the ground.
"Trish, Bucciarati!" Giorno shouted, simultaneously realizing that he had moved further away from their position.
Is this the Boss's ability?!
The giant stone statue crashed down towards Trish. Giorno wanted to stop it with Gold Experience, but he was too far away and couldn't reach it at all.
Trish watched in despair as the massive, hundreds-of-kilograms-heavy stone statue crashed down towards her.
Bucciarati, unable to see, also fell to the ground, but he kept fumbling around—
"Trish—"
Trish closed her eyes unwillingly—
"Spice Girl!"
Trish felt a familiar aura emanate from her body. The stone statue softened the moment it touched her, and was instantly repelled.