"Wah-ah-ah-ah! Cioccolata!!"
A sobbing voice from the other end of the phone began to sound distorted due to the twisting metal, but Cioccolata enjoyed this wailing cry; it gave him a sense of standing above everyone else.
"Calm down, Secco!" Cioccolata said with a frown, "Why is the plane still on the ground? Have you been slacking off? Hurry up and bring the plane down!"
"No, no! Cioccolata! Wah-wah-wah!!" Secco shouted into the phone, "I saw ice! Luckily, I ran fast, or else the ice would have frozen me solid! Wah-ow, my finger is already frozen! I can't thaw it out at all! My finger has no feeling!"
"Hmm?" Cioccolata pulled out his binoculars and looked at the plane.
Ice?! Could it be White Album? That shouldn't be right; the Boss said we only had to deal with Bucciarati's Team?
"Calm down, Secco! Don't move your finger anymore; be careful it doesn't break off!"
"Ow, ah-ah! Will it break off?! Cioccolata, I beg you, don't let it break off!"
"It won't break if you don't move it. Be a good boy, protect your finger!"
Cioccolata carefully observed the plane, only to find that the cabin door was open and no one was visible inside.
"Where did these guys go?! If they leave the plane, they'll definitely get infected by the fungi?!" Cioccolata's eyes widened in confusion as he frantically searched the vast airport for any trace of the group.
"What?!"
His eyes lit up as he spotted Risotto leading a team of people running quickly towards the terminal, seemingly trying to leave the airport.
"How did they get off the plane?!" Cioccolata exclaimed in surprise, "Risotto and the Assassination Team aren't dead yet?! What's going on?! Something's not right?!"
"Tsk," Cioccolata frowned, "White Album's ultra-low temperature can inhibit the spread of fungi, but it will definitely affect its own teammates."
"Truly interesting. This team is indeed very strong, otherwise, they wouldn't have pushed the Boss to this extent."
"But why is the Assassination Team here?! Why? The Boss clearly said the opponent was only Bucciarati?" Cioccolata put his finger to his chin and thought carefully for a moment, as if a shocking lightning bolt flashed through his mind—
"Could it be?!" Cioccolata's eyes widened, and he said in disbelief, "The Boss wants to use the Assassination Team and Bucciarati to get rid of me and Secco?!"
He clenched his fists tightly, a slight cold sweat trickling down his forehead.
"Boss, I can't believe you would do this?" He clutched his head, as if suppressing something, then said, "But I still really want to see the dying faces of Risotto, Bucciarati, and those guys!"
He laughed, both in pain and pleasure, and declared loudly, "The stronger human curiosity is, the more spiritual energy continuously surges forth, and this spiritual energy will strengthen one's Stand Ability."
"The more curious I am about their tragic deaths, the stronger my Stand Ability will become."
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"Huff! Huff! Huff!" In the dark underground, Secco shone a flashlight on his frozen middle finger, constantly huffing out white mist onto his pitiful middle finger through tear-filled eyes.
"Ghiaccio! Ghiaccio! He actually froze my finger! I... won't... let him get away with it!"
"What should I do?!" He roared while showing a pained expression, "Cioccolata said it would fall off! It will fall off!!"
"It hurts so much!! Just... just... thinking about the moment it falls off, I feel so much pain, ah-ah!!"
As he roared, he noticed his finger slowly beginning to thaw.
"I'll kill you, I'll kill you, Ghiaccio!"
"This is a unique fungus that first parasitizes insects. As soon as the insect goes to a lower or cold and humid environment, it will immediately kill the insect," Giorno said loudly while running.
"Is that so?" Risotto said in silence. "Then it spreads through corpses."
"Ghiaccio! Quickly freeze Pesci's fingers! Low temperatures can inhibit cell activity!"
Ghiaccio rushed forward, gripping Pesci's fingers tightly and freezing them. Giorno sensed it faintly and found that the fungal cell activity had indeed decreased. This fungus can survive in low-temperature environments. To kill it completely, ultra-low temperatures are required, but ultra-low temperatures would also harm his teammates.
"We must kill those two guys," Giorno said loudly while sprinting. "If we let them stay here, the mold will continue to spread!"
"No, we should prioritize leaving here," Risotto interrupted him, saying. "Our goal is to get the Arrow from that mysterious person. That thing is our objective."
"I don't think so, Captain Risotto. I believe we must kill them. I cannot forgive this," Giorno said calmly.
"Don't think so, Giorno Giovanna, we don't have that much compassion to save this city."
"This isn't compassion!!" Giorno immediately refused.
"What's wrong with this kid?!" Formaggio roared loudly. "This is an order!"
"This is... a difficulty we must resolve, a difficulty standing in our way," Giorno suddenly stopped. At the same time, the sound of a helicopter propeller came from above—
Cioccolata had already boarded the plane and was continuously spreading his Green Day mold over the city.
"Hahahahahahaha!!" Cioccolata laughed wildly on the plane. "I'm getting closer and closer to the destruction of this city!"
"What?!"
As they were running forward, their feet suddenly sank. They looked behind them and saw a brown human figure swimming underground, rushing towards them.
"This is the ability to soften and then sink the ground!" Bucciarati shouted loudly.
"Our alliance has been exposed. Diavolo will definitely summon more subordinates here," Risotto said. "We must hurry and leave here, to the observation tower at Olbia Port."
"I'll go."
Johnson Joffrey suddenly looked up, his tone calm, then bent down and picked up the stone, which Mista had turned into, that Giotto had dropped while running.
"Don't bend down, Johnson!" Risotto was shocked at that moment and immediately warned Johnson.
"It's fine," Johnson said. "My Reversed Hierophant's ability can convert all the abilities on any object that attacks me into disorder."
"The fungal energy eroding my body will all disappear."