Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

Shen Jue, holding a wine glass, walked up to Polnareff and Avdel.

"You two, you must be tired from this journey," Shen Jue said with a smile.

"Mr. Shen Jue, you're too kind. Without you, our journey wouldn't have been so smooth," Abuder said earnestly, raising his glass in return.

"Let's not talk about the past," Shen Jue said, waving his hand as his gaze swept over the two of them with a hint of appreciation.

"What are your plans for the future? Will you return to India to continue being fortune tellers? Or will you continue to be wandering wanderers?"

Polunarev said heartily, "Me? I'll probably go back to France, after all, that's my home. But after all this journey, going back alone would be too lonely."

Abuder nodded and said, "I should go back to India."

"In that case, why not come and help me with my work?" Shen Jue said with a smile in her eyes, extending the olive branch she had already prepared.

"I plan to establish a company in Egypt, with a wide range of main businesses."

"A job?" Polnareff sobered up a bit and widened his eyes. "What kind of job? A bodyguard?"

"Much more interesting than bodyguards." Shen Jue swirled the wine in his glass, his tone as relaxed as if he were discussing the weather.

"My work involves a wide range of tasks, and sometimes I have to handle special events. You are exactly the kind of talent I need."

Shen Jue paused, held up his fingers to indicate the amount, and said after stating a number, "This salary is absolutely generous."

Polnareff and Avdol exchanged a glance, both seeing attraction in each other's eyes.

It's not that they lack backbone, but that Shen Jue has given them far too much.

"How about it? Think about it? No need to rush to answer me, just enjoy yourself now," Shen Jue said with a smile.

"Hehe, Mr. Shen Jue," Polunarev said with a drunken laugh, putting his arm around Avdel's shoulder.

"Since you've put it that way, what are we waiting for? We'll take the job!"

"Then it's settled." Shen Jue nodded in satisfaction, raised his glass, and said, "Welcome to my team."

"Cheers!"

Every banquet eventually comes to an end.

On the terrace of the Cairo Tower, the old man Joestar was already flushed with alcohol. He was holding Jotaro Kujo's collar tightly with one hand, waving a bottle of liquor in the other, and boasting about that long-forgotten past with spittle flying everywhere.

"Jotaro! Listen to me! The Pillar Men back then, those were real monsters! Kars! And Esdeath!" Joestar said, his eyes glazed over.

"If it weren't for my intelligence, courage, and unparalleled handsomeness, the Pillar Men wouldn't have lost so decisively! Back then, I was..."

Jotaro Kujo pulled down the brim of his hat and sighed with a helpless expression.

Although he complained, he did not break free from Joestar's grasp. Instead, he subtly adjusted his posture to make the drunken old man more comfortable.

Jotaro may dislike his talkative and troublesome grandfather, but he values ​​the blood ties between them more than anyone else.

As Joestar became completely drunk and began snoring loudly, the grand victory celebration officially came to an end.

SPW Group staff appeared with practiced ease and carefully helped everyone away, arranging for them to stay in Cairo's most luxurious and heavily guarded hotel suites.

Deep within the shadows of the tower, a group of men and women with varied expressions had already gathered.

Most of them had fierce faces, their exposed skin covered with crisscrossing knife scars and strange tattoos, and their eyes held a mixture of the ruthlessness unique to desperados and undisguised obedience towards Shen Jue.

These people were the elites Shen Jue had selected from his previous hired teams, as well as a very small number of his former subordinates who had chosen to defect after DIO's death.

At this moment, their gazes toward Shen Jue had long transcended a simple employer-employee relationship; instead, they were filled with an almost fanatical reverence.

The massive team that Shen Jue initially assembled to find the substitute arrow has now been largely destroyed.

After all, the awakening ritual of the Substitute Arrow is itself a game against death.

He gave those people a choice: either accept the test of the arrow and gamble on an extraordinary future on the edge of life and death, or take the generous reward and leave.

In the end, those standing here are all madmen who won their gamble.

Faced with the allure of absolute power and strength, they did not hesitate to submit and became Shen Jue's initial core group.

The Egyptian beauty Shen Jue met in Cairo was fortunate enough to witness those mind-blowing scenes when Shen Jue captured DIO.

She used all her resources to find Shen Jue. After Shen Jue showed up, she resolutely became his "angel investor" in Egypt, bringing her own investment and using her resources and connections to help Shen Jue handle all the trivial matters of the company he was about to start.

"Let's begin," Shen Jue said softly, his voice echoing in the silent tower top.

"My first step is to make sure that all of Egypt can only hear my voice."

The newly recruited Stand users' eyes blazed with fervent excitement, as if they had heard the most beautiful music.

This isn't some melodramatic opening line from a villain announcing their intention to rule the world. Shen Jue sighed inwardly, "I just want to live a little easier."

"Being alone is ultimately too boring," he added casually.

"Lord Shen Jue!"

In the darkness of the night, the crowd shouted in unison, their voices deep and powerful, like an oath from hell, proclaiming the birth of a new order.

Shen Jue turned around and looked at the deep night sky again, a longer-term plan already in mind.

He plans to adopt the son that DIO had with that Japanese woman.

Giorno Giovanna, who was not yet born but was destined to become the protagonist of the fifth part of the JoJo series, Golden Wind.

An interesting thought popped into his mind: what would it be like if Giorno Giovanna called himself "father"?

It's important to know that the body DIO uses is the body of Joestar's grandfather—the first JoJo, Jonathan Joestar.

By blood, Giorno is nominally Joseph Joestar's uncle.

Then, as Giorno's adoptive father, wouldn't I be considered an elder of Joestar's grandfather level?

Just thinking about the shocked and frustrated face of that loud and boisterous Joestar after learning Giorno's true identity almost made Shen Jue lose his composure and burst out laughing in front of all his subordinates.

Inside the white space.

JOJO Shen Jue hummed a song as she stepped inside.

Blade and Shield Shen Jue crouched under the electronic screen, watching the memories of Resident Evil Shen Jue beside him.

Shen Jue, who hadn't appeared in a long time, was also present.

On the electronic screen, Shen Jue from Resident Evil and Leon, the Bristleback, are sitting together in an off-road vehicle.

Then, as if by fate, the SUV was blasted to pieces by a special model of Tyrant Nemesis carrying a rocket launcher.

Leon, the Bristleback, was thrown back by the shockwave and slammed his back heavily against a concrete pillar.

The cement pillar cracked from Leon's impact, but Leon merely took a couple of symbolic breaths before getting up from the ground unharmed.

"As expected of you." JOJO Shen Jue exclaimed, looking at the electronic screen.

"If an ordinary person were hit like that, their spine would probably be shattered on the spot, or even smashed in two."

"Brute-back is still too authoritative."

At this moment, JOJO Shen Jue saw Resident Evil Shen Jue with his hands in his pockets, stroking his chin in thought, so he asked Resident Evil Shen Jue a question.

"Hey bro, what are you thinking about?"

Shen Jue, from the Resident Evil arc, touched his chin, looked at his reflection on the electronic screen, picked up a stone, aimed it at Nemesis, and said...

"Brother, I've discovered that the tyrant is allergic to stones."