Like all the gangsters who have gone astray since childhood, Nalanga has an extremely bad childhood.

Nalanga, whose mother died early, her father was domestically abused, was undisciplined and abused, dropped out of school early and wandered on the streets. In the end, she was betrayed by the social elder brother she trusted and entered the juvenile custody office in a very miserable way.

Because of this, he witnessed the darkest moments of life at the age of 14.

And at this moment, Bugalati appeared.

Bugalati took in the homeless Nalanga, invited him to eat pasta, helped him treat his eye diseases, and persuaded him to stay away from the gangsters and go home to study hard.

But after experiencing such a complicated life, Nalanga can no longer go back.

He regarded this man who saved his life as a god, and tried every means to join the organization through trials to serve his "idol".

Because of Bugalati, Naranga became powerful.

As long as it means Bugalati, he can complete it whether it is a fight or a murder.

But, it's also because of Bugalati

Because of that strong and gentle man, Nalanga, who fell into dark hands at a young age, had a light in his heart.

Unfortunately, this light has killed him now.

"Fire the gun and detonate the fuel tank, and the guy in the car will be blown to death."

"If I don't shoot, I'll be killed by the virus."

“How to choose?”

At the time of life and death, Nalanga faces such a difficult choice.

If it weren't for the light in my heart, as a member of the mafia, this problem shouldn't be a problem at all.

But he died on it.

"Why not shoot?"

Looking at Naranga, who was trembling all over his body and purple faced with a vicious face, Gioruno asked with a look of emotion:

"Do you know the guy in the car?"

"No"

Giorno looked carefully at Mista lying in the car:

"Although I don't know why this guy is here, as far as I know, he should be just a passerby who has nothing to do with the Mafia."

"yes"

Nalanga was breathing heavily:

"I don't know him at all."

"He was just knocked out and brought here because of some reason."

Hearing this, Giorno's eyes became more complicated:

"That way, he not only has nothing to do with you, but he is also barely considered your enemy."

"So"

"Why not shoot?"

"Will you and your companions survive by firing the gun and detonating the outsider?"

"I don't know either! Cough cough cough cough cough cough"

Nalanga coughed violently, and the blood from the corners of his mouth became more and more obvious:

"Don't ask me such a complicated question."

"I have been a bad brain since I was a child. I can't understand studying in school. I will make my father unhappy at home, and I will be foolishly deceived by being a gangster."

"I am so clumsy, I won't think so much at all."

"You ask me why?"

"I didn't think about anything, I just did it in such a confused way!"

As he said that, he completely lost the strength to support his body and lay weakly on the ground like a slug about to be sun-dried.

“Hey, Nalanga.”

"Isn't it you, the stupidest guy in this story?"

"It's obvious that I can survive."

Fuge laughed and scolded weakly, but his voice gradually returned to nothingness like his gradually disappearing life.

Similarly, the brilliance in Nalanga's eyes gradually faded.

The virus was devouring the lives of both of them, and even the disgusting and terrifying herpes had emerged on their flesh-deformed bodies.

And just now

"You said before, is this purple poisonous smoke a 'virus'?"

Giorno asked so suddenly.

"kindness."

Fuge responded subconsciously, but immediately closed his mouth.

His life is almost gone, he just wants to die a little less effort.

However, Gioruno only used a short sentence to call him back to his state of rebirth:

"If it's a virus, I might have a way to save you."

As he said that, the gold experience emerged in the void, and then walked carefully to Fuge and Nalanga.

"The wood is big and the wood is big!"

The golden fist shadow swung towards Nalanga, to be precise, towards the red scarf on Nalanga's head.

This ordinary red turban was filled with powerful vitality, and in just one breath it turned into a small snake lying on Nalanga's head with its tail swinging, spitting a letter.

"What are you doing?"

Nalanga couldn't accept the strange feeling of a snake on his head.

If he hadn't really had the strength, he would have wanted to jump up from the ground and kill people now.

But Giorno said calmly:

"Did you see it?"

"This snake was born from your 'cause of disease'. Even if it comes into contact with the virus closely, it can live well."

He ordered the Golden Experience to slowly lift the snake up:

"You know, what does that mean?"

Nalanga: “???”

"So that's it!" Fuge's pupils suddenly shrank: "It's 'immunity'!"

"Animals in nature can evolve to adapt to the environment, and can survive even in places where many humans cannot."

"This snake was born from a virus-contaminated area, and it evolved its natural immunity against this murderous virus!"

"And from cells or blood of immune organisms"

"The serum that prevents the virus from continuing to reproduce can be extracted!"

"That's right."

Giorno glanced at Fuge with praise, and then ordered the Golden Experience:

“Golden experience!”

"Extract serum from the blood of this snake and inject it into the bodies of these two guys!"

As soon as I finished speaking, I don't know what the principle is

The golden experience first poked a trace of blood from the little snake's body with lightning speed, and then used his fingers that looked like medical syringes to inject the fresh blood into Fuge and Nalanga's bodies in turn.

"Wooahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Fuge and Nalanga, who were injected with virus serum, immediately let out painful wails.

However, in this painful pain, their pale and blood-lost face suddenly became rosy.

Meanwhile, the horrible herpes growing on their skin faded rapidly, and breathing and blood circulation became smoother.

"Really cured?"

"We survived!"

Fog and Nalanga once again experienced the excitement of dying and dying.

After subconsciously being excited, they couldn't help but look at Giorno at the same time:

"Egg Roll Head"
To be continued...