He sat up from the bed and scratched his head in confusion, "I've been doing this for a long time, but it turns out I was asleep."
Mista and Apache were defeated by the enemy. How could I have such a dream?
At this time, the door opened.
Bucciarati walked in.
Seeing Nalanjia waking up, his expression was obviously much more relaxed and he asked: "Nalanga, how do you feel? Is there anything uncomfortable?"
"Listen to me, Bucciarati." Nalanja looked excited, "When I fell asleep, I had a very interesting dream. I dreamed that our team was going to complete the task assigned by Mr. Bolbo, and the result...
...."
Halfway through his words, he couldn't continue.
Because, he saw the bitter smile on the corner of Bucciarati's mouth that could not be concealed no matter how hard he tried.
"Bucciarati?" Nalanja was very confused, "Did I say something wrong just now?"
Bucciarati didn't know how to speak, and thought about his words for a long time.
After pondering for a few seconds, he took a deep breath and said word by word: "Actually, that was not a dream. We did lose completely."
Nalanjia:∑(′△｀)?!
"And..." Bucciarati continued: "Our team is no longer a 'passionate' people.
Now you, me, Mista, Apache and Fugo, the five of us are peripheral members of the 'j' organization."
"Wait a minute, my mind is a little messed up!" Numerous question marks appeared on Nalan Jia's head.
Then, he suddenly realized, "If this is really the case, we will be hunted to death by 'Enthusiasm'!"
Bucciarati smiled and rubbed Naranja's messy head, "You slept for three whole days, and many changes have taken place in Naples.
Under the pressure from Mr. Joestar and others, the 'Enthusiasm' organization is on the verge of collapse. Not to mention little guys like us, even big shots like Mr. Polpo may not be able to protect themselves."
Speaking of this, Bucciarati's mind flashed that terrifying figure, and he shuddered involuntarily.
Jon Joestar.
That guy is simply a devil!
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I often say that back then, Rong Rong could become a gang leader in nine days, but it took me, Qiao, seven days to become the godfather of the Italian Mafia. It was no problem at all.
——Jon Joestar.
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A certain villa in downtown Naples.
"Mr. Joestar, please allow me to offer my loyalty to you."
The old Turkel knelt down on one knee and kissed the ruby ring of the young man on the seat with an extremely humble expression.
Jon's expression was neither salty nor indifferent, "You must abide by the rules when doing things in the future. I don't care about other things, but there are some things I don't like very much.
Don’t do that kind of business again, understand?”
"Of course, of course, your word is the will of the Lord, Mr. Joestar."
While Tekel nodded, he nervously took out his handkerchief and wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead.
The man in front of me is a born evil star. In just three days, he has killed countless people from the 'Enthusiasm' organization. If he loses his life after a disagreement, he will really have no place to cry.<
/p>
"Humph."
Jon didn't show a good face towards this kind of old man, so he just said a few words and dismissed it casually.
When they walked away, he turned his head, looked at the stiff-faced Rong Rong behind him, and said with a smile: "Know?"
Giorno opened his mouth, "The boss who is in charge of...Blackwater Pier..."
The great man who was once just out of reach is now like a dog wagging its tail begging for mercy.
Such a gap had a great impact on Rong Rong's inner world.
Three days.
In just three days, this man named Jon Joestar reshuffled the forces in Naples.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that ‘Enthusiasm’ is about to end!
Rong Rong's reaction naturally couldn't escape Jon's eyes. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he was about to say something.
Suddenly, a man with red eyes came over.
"Boss." The man said in a deep voice, "My men are here."
"Very good." Jon nodded, "Thank you for your hard work, Lisut."
Risot Nero, the leader of the ‘Assassination Team’ who died at the hands of Jon in another world.
In this parallel world, because they could not gain Diavolo's trust, the 'Assassination Team' was refrigerated for a long time, like a chamber pot, and was only used when needed.
One day ago, Diavolo ordered Ritsut to attack and kill Jon.
As a result, Jon was successfully prepared to rebel.
Lisute has many men, six in total.
They are Holmaggio (Stand-in: Little Feet), Iluso (Stand-in: Man in the Mirror), Procute (Stand-in: Heroic Cheng Ren), Bessie (Beach Boy), Menillo (Stand-in: Baby Face)
,Jiaqiu(Stand-in: White Album).
Seeing Jon, the six people had different expressions.
Risutte coughed lightly.
The six of them reluctantly said hello, "Boss."
Jon's expression remained unchanged, "I know you all have unique skills and you are not convinced by me.
It doesn’t matter, I can give you a chance to challenge me.”
After scanning a few people, he added: "By the way, you can come together."
This is what I said...
So crazy!
Not to mention it was a group of six, even Risot himself had his eyelids twitching when he heard this.
This young boss has completely different styles from the original old Yinbi boss.
Yes, it’s difficult.
Jon smiled secretly.
Iluso, Gacho, and Proshute—their defeated generals.
Bessie, Menillo—not worth mentioning.
Formaggio, the only one who is remotely threatening, has a low power and speed panel.
When the time comes, I will raise my hand to summon Jotaro, and keep hitting him. If there are still people on the field who can stand, let him, Joe, lose.
"Boss, that's not what they meant."
Risot and Jon had fought against each other several times, and he had some basic understanding of the strength of their bosses.
It's okay for people like them to engage in assassinations, but if they were to face each other head-on, they would probably be hammered.
I just switched jobs, so don’t be too arrogant...
As he said that, he glared and said, "Why don't you apologize to the boss!"
The group of six may not be convinced by Jon, but they are convinced by Lisut.
Lisute spoke, and several people lowered their heads reluctantly, "Boss, we were wrong."
"It's okay, I'm the most generous person and never keep these little things in mind."
Jon smiled brightly.
"To express my welcome to everyone, tomorrow, I will take you to team building... Oh, I will take you out for a while. Then, I will pay for all the expenses. Do you think it is okay or not?" The new boss is so childish... Oh no, he is so down-to-earth, is he willing to get along with his subordinates?
The six-person group couldn't believe their ears.
Only after spending four or five days with Jon, Giorno, who had a little understanding of Jon's temper, slightly curled his lips.
Whenever this guy smiles like this, it means someone is going to be tricked.
As expected.
Jon then spoke: "In order for everyone to eliminate the barriers and work together to make progress.
I have decided to tentatively schedule tomorrow’s event to defeat Diavolo, the boss of the ‘Passion’ organization. Everyone must actively participate.”
***The author has something to say***
Fight the boss in the original world, and be the boss in another world
In the original world, fight against the Assassination Team, in the other world, fight against the Diavolo Guards.
The only thing that remains unchanged is...
Poor Diablo, he's going to die again (put your hands together)
