Small but important set-up chapter. Just saying.

Mista was still laughing about it as the rest of the group came in. "I never thought my luck with the number four would diminish so much." "You're still not going to give up on that, are you?," Rarity noted. Mista shrugged. "Well, in my defense, the first bullet did get deflected, but that left three more in the chamber. Still, I can't believe that man Sale was still alive after all that. That's some immortal Stand he has." "He's not getting up anytime soon though," Giorno noted, "You both saw to that."

"And now we can move on to getting what we came here for," Buccellati said, "Follow me. The treasure is this way." He led the group to the local public toilet, Rarity staying outside since it was the men's room. "You hid the treasure in the toilets?," she asked. "Sort of," Buccellati said. "If I may ask," Fugo said, "This treasure is meant to make you capo. Why involve us in this hunt?" "To me you are all people I can trust," Buccellati explained, "And I wasn't sure if I would be ambushed on the way to collect the treasure. I needed backup, and you're the only ones I could count on."

He smiled at Giorno and Rarity, letting them know that he included them as well. "So, where exactly is it?," Abbacchio asked. "We just need to wait for a bit," Buccellati said as he checked his watch, "Getting the treasure was only part of the trip. I also made arrangements to have it handed off as payment as soon as we arrived. Our contact should be coming soon." At that moment, they saw two janitors outside, one shorter than the other. Narancia walked out. "Hey, we're busy in here, come back later." The taller janitor looked at him. "Are you Mister Toilette?"

Narancia looked confused until the janitor pointed to the sign. "If you're name isn't the one on this house, then you have no business telling us to come back later." "This is a public restroom," Rarity said, "For a janitor, you certainly are ignorant." She pointed as she did, and the janitor grabbed her arm. "Don't touch me." Rarity narrowed her eyes, twisting her arm around so the janitor was in an arm lock. "I really don't like getting antagonized without any real reason..."

"That's enough Rarity!," Buccellati said, "Those must the people we're here to meet." The shorter janitor took off his cap. "Bruno Buccellati, yes? I'm here on behalf of the boss to collect the ten billion lire as promised." "Everyone bow!," Buccellati ordered, "This is Pericolo, a capo in Passione! I contacted him before we arrived!" Rarity let go of the other person as she and the others bowed. "I thank you for coming all this way," Buccellati said. "It's no trouble," Pericolo said, "I offered to come here myself. That's enough, all of you. You may raise your heads."

"What about the other person?," Rarity asked. "All in due time," Pericolo said, "You'll have to excuse my friend's aversion to being touched. And Buccellati, I assumed you'd be alone. I wasn't expecting your entire team to be here." "I assumed other people would be after the payment," Buccellati explained, "I thought it best to take precautions. And if I may ask, why the janitor disguises?" "I'll tell you in a moment," Pericolo assured him. Buccellati nodded and walked back into the bathroom.

Using Sticky Fingers, he opened a zipper in one of the urinals, revealing a fortune in gold, jewelry, cash, gemstones, and other valuables. The sight of it shocked and amazed the group. "You hid it inside the urinal?," Abbacchio asked. "It's the last place anyone would think to look," Buccellati said with a grin, "Even if those two from before had managed to beat us to this location, they never would have found it, since they likely would have killed me once they knew the location."

Mista chuckled. "I feel sorry for the guys that have been pissing here." The treasure was laid out on the sinks, where Pericolo inspected it. "Yes, yes... This is definitely worth the amount you promised. I won't ask where you got it from, but the boss will certainly appreciate having it." He started to pack it up in his bag. "Consider this a symbol of your loyalty, Buccellati. On behalf on the boss, I am authorized to promote you to the rank of capo!" Buccellati smiled as his team congratulated him.

"With Polpo's death his territory defaults to you," Pericolo explained, "That includes the gambling operations, loansharking, smuggling operations, dominion over the restaurants and hotels, and control of the protection rackets for the small businesses. Fifty percent of all profits will go toward the gang as a whole, while the other fifty percent goes to you and your team." Mista smiled at Giorno. All of this happened after he and Rarity joined, so it felt like they were a good luck charm.

"Ah, one last thing," Pericolo said, "In addition to Polpo's territory, you also must fulfill the final job he had left to do." "Job?," Buccellati asked, confused. "It's a direct order from the boss," Pericolo explained, "It was to go to Polpo, but he committed suicide before he could receive it. As his successor, the responsibility of carrying out this job falls to you." The group looked at each other. A direct order from the boss could mean a chance to get close enough to learn his identity without risk to their lives.

"Very well," Buccellati agreed, "What is the job?" "You must guard the boss's daughter," Pericolo said, "With your very lives." The group became shocked. 'The boss had a daughter?,' Giorno thought, 'This just made overthrowing him a lot more complicated.' "Where is she?," Buccellati asked. "Right here," Pericolo said, "I've already handed her off to you." Rarity then looked at the other person, and realized she was looking at a woman. "It's her... She's the boss's daughter." The group looked at the woman in surprise.