ence in Pianezza, everyone was gathered in the local bar "Don Sicario" to discuss the next operation. However,纲吉 wasn't in the mood to listen to anyone's plans. He just wanted to get drunk and forget the chaos he had just caused.

纲吉 took a sip of the wine in his glass, his eyes still spinning. "So, what's the plan?" he mumbled, trying to focus on the conversation.

Đino sighed, rolling his eyes. "You can't even remember who you're talking to, let alone the plan, can you?"

纲吉 stuck out his tongue. "Hey, I'm not that bad. Just a little tired, that's all."

"Yeah, right," said Rouge, swirling her wine glass. "You've been like this since we got here. What happened to the future tenth generation?"

纲吉 sighed, leaning back in his chair. "I don't know. Everything's just… moving too fast. I can't keep up."

"Keep up with what?" asked Giacomo, walking into the bar with a group of his men.

纲吉 looked up, startled. "Giacomo! You're here."

"Of course, I'm here," Giacomo said, grinning. "I told you I'd help you out. So, what's the plan?"