C687 There Is No Need to Use a Substitute to Deal with You!

Even after Cello Everett had called him out,

Giorno no longer saw any reason to continue hiding.

"It's me."

He entered the restroom, his expression complex.

"So, my prediction was right," Cello Everett said, eyes narrowing. "You're the one who killed Polpo!"

A collective gasp echoed in the shadows.

The stand users lurking in the background couldn't help but inhale sharply