"Hmm~ This stuff is really amazing, Jon, you should try it too!"
Polnareff was so excited about eating that he pushed a plate of seafood soup in front of Jon.
"Polnareff! Pay attention to your quality!"
Abdel is a decent man.
Noticing the looks from the people around him, he blushed a little.
Jon doesn't care.
Who says restaurants can’t shout and scream?
Something wrong!
It’s just a place to eat, where can there be so many rules?
Besides, isn't it just to find trouble when you go to such a mixed place...
Sure enough, Polnareff made a fuss for a while and soon attracted several men in cheap suits.
After scanning the three of them, the scarred man at the head smiled disdainfully.
"Foreigners, Blackwater Pier is not a place for you to come."
"Oh? Why can't I understand this?"
Jon looked at Polnareff pretending to be confused, "Bobo, do you understand?"
"I don't understand."
Polnareff is also an old fan, and you will understand what is going on after looking at Jon's expression.
"Otherwise, let's go, these people look so fierce."
"Pfft...cough cough cough cough."
The two sang and harmonized, and Abdel almost burst out laughing.
Fortunately, he stopped the car in time and coughed a few times on purpose to cover up his embarrassment.
"Tsk, a bunch of country bumpkins who have never seen the world."
The scarred man muttered, and as if by magic, he took out a folding knife from his suit pocket.
"Don't blame me for not giving you a chance. Just leave your valuables and you three can get out."
Robbery.
And it was a robbery in broad daylight.
The other people in the ‘Sea Snake’ restaurant acted as if they didn’t see them and were eating and drinking when they should.
Jon gave Polnareff and Abdel a look to calm them down.
After coming back to his senses, he leaned back in his chair and said in a relaxed tone: "Brother, this is not good. Although I am a foreigner, I have friendship with the people here.
‘Passionate’, you know, that’s my friend’s gang.”
Hmm?
The scarred man was stunned for a moment, with a look of fear on his face.
"Do you know a 'passionate' person?"
"Of course."
Jon nodded.
"Oh, you'd better not lie to me. It's hard for a liar to survive on this dock."
The scarred man put away his folding knife, left a cold word, and left the restaurant with his little brother without looking back.
When the gangsters disappeared completely, Polnareff curiously said: "Jon, you just..."
"Yes, I did it on purpose.
Just wait, the person we are looking for will probably come after a while."
Jon showed a mysterious smile.
"You guy, it turned out that you had planned everything."
Polnareff gave a thumbs up, "Awesome, you are indeed my best friend."
"So-so."
Jon waved his hand modestly.
He doesn't know any strategy, he just relies on the foresight of the time traveler.
"So, the whereabouts of 'Arrow' are in the so-called 'Enthusiasm' organization."
Abdel is a smart man, and he deduced the truth of the matter from a few words.
Jon was about to nod.
Suddenly, a young voice sounded in everyone's ears.
"Gentlemen, you'd better leave as soon as possible."
Looking around, they saw a kid with a pot head looking at them calmly.
"'Scar' Fanke will definitely tell the real 'Enthusiasm' members about this. When they come to your door, you will be dead."
Bruno Bucciarati, wearing an apron, kindly reminded: "You still have three minutes to escape, don't waste time."
"Hey, kid, how old are you this year?"
Polnareff casually picked up a piece of steak and handed it to Bucciarati.
"Take it and eat it. Remember, don't eavesdrop when the adults are talking."
"Hmm."
Jon clearly saw a surge in Bucciarati's throat.
But this obedient child did not take the steak, but turned around and walked into the kitchen.
"Now, you only have two minutes left."
"Tch, not cute little devil."
Polnareff muttered something, stuffed the steak into his mouth, and asked vaguely: "Jon, tell me, who is the enemy this time?"
"His name is Diavolo, and his substitute name is 'The Crimson King'. His ability is to delete time and predict the future."
Meeting the eyes of his good brother, Jon couldn't help but think of what happened to Bobo in his original destiny.
Blind, broken legs, lost body.
How can such a word be so tragic?
"Good boy! Another time substitute!"
After listening to Jon's introduction, Polnareff and Abdel only felt that their lips were dry.
Although the last vampire who played with time had already been beaten and ascended to heaven by them.
But ask yourself, if there were no two main protagonists, Jon and Jotaro, they alone would never be able to defeat Dio Brando.
Delete time and predict the future?
It’s hard to bear.
"Don't worry, I will take care of everything."
Unlike Polnareff and Abdel, Jon seemed very confident.
To a certain extent, 'time deletion' is a lower-level alternative to 'time stop' and is not that difficult to deal with.
After all, the 'Crimson King' is a melee stand. Not only does its range be E, but its endurance is also E. As long as it strikes first, Diavolo will not have time to 'predict the future'.