JOJO: Possessing Diavolo at the Start

Diablo, seeing this, did not interfere further, but simply asked, "Are you sure you're ready?"

“Yes, Father, I am ready!” Bucciarati looked at Diavolo with a firm gaze.

"Alright then, go find old man Bellicoro to arrange for you to work under Polpo, but the location is in Naples, otherwise your mother and aunt will worry."

Diablo sent him back and then called old man Belicolo to his office.

"Did anything happen while I was away?"

"No, everything is operating according to our [rules]."

"That's good. Remember to manage your underling gangs well." Diablo didn't want to suffer losses because of those gangs.

After all, a thousand-mile dike can be breached by an ant hole.

Norway, the sky is overcast and it's raining.

Sazhuo held up a black umbrella and calmly looked at the two tombstones in front of him.

"Klein, Rosa, although it deviates from your dreams, this is all I can do."

“Klein, just like you said, Frank is getting more and more cold-blooded! Your death is like worthless trash to him, and I might be next!”

Sádzhuo gently stroked the tombstone. "I couldn't resist, none of us could resist."

"I've helped you so much, please let me survive!"

After saying that, Sazhuo put down his umbrella and found that the rain had stopped.

"Seriously, then I'll take that as a yes. If I die, I'll haunt you even as a ghost."

After leaving the public cemetery, Sazhuo got into his car. "Get ready! We're going to go all out!"

"Okay, ma'am." The car started moving.

Like a train of destiny, it is already on its tracks, and nothing can stop its journey.

Next, let's turn our attention to Italy...

Chapter 176 Sustainable Development

Naples.

Currently, large sectors like food, medicine, and real estate are already in the hands of the "Passion" organization.

Aside from keeping an eye on the situation within the organization, Diablo devoted most of his energy to finding the Insect Arrow and investigating the two organizations.

【Gaia】This is one we must pay close attention to, after all, they have been established for quite some time and their foundation must be very rich.

Although the "Disciple" has only recently risen to prominence, its unrestrained mass production of Stand users has led to Stand attacks in various countries over the past few years.

"Is this kid planning to use sheer numbers against us?"

"Boss, should we..." Belikoro, having learned of the power of Stand users, suggested that they also mass-produce Stand users.

However, Diablo rejected the proposal.

"No, he's brainless, we can't do this."

This puzzled Bellico. The power of Stand users was undeniable. Even a Stand user without any special abilities, even if the Stand was just a stick, could easily defeat an ordinary person without a Stand.

Seeing his lack of understanding, Diavolo offered to explain: "Let's think of Stands as guns. Having guns is indeed very powerful, because it's because we have guns that we've been able to grow our organization to such a large size."

"But what if everyone in the world had a gun...? What would the world become?"

One sentence was a revelation to Pelé.

Yes, such magical power should be kept in our own hands. Once it spreads throughout the world, it will not only fail to help us, but may even become a threat to us.

"Besides, not everyone can become a Stand user. Frank's actions have resulted in countless deaths. We can't do that; we still need these people to make money for us!" Diablo laughed.

Afterwards, he tidied up the documents and went home.

Trish and Giorno also began learning to read under Bucciarati's supervision.

Moreover, Giorno suddenly turned blond hair at some point, and he fell in love with the bouncy hairstyle in fashion magazines at first sight, nagging Mira to give him three donut-shaped haircuts.

"Is this considered... a world-correcting force?"

While it's hard to agree with his aesthetic sense, Giorno does look quite pleasing to the eye with three donuts on his head.

"Dad." As soon as she saw Diavolo return, Trish immediately threw down her books and rushed into his arms, which gave Bucciarati a headache.

I just got her to start reading and recognizing characters, and now she's given up.

"Good girl, hurry up and study properly, or Daddy won't like you anymore!" Diablo pressed Trish back down onto the table.

"Okay."

Trish and Giorno obediently began learning to read, while Diavolo called Bucciarati into his study.

"How's it going? Life in the gangs isn't easy, is it?"

During this period, Bucciarati began working for the organization, and he also witnessed many dark aspects of it.

What impressed him most was a gambler who owed them high-interest loans, and Bucciarati's task was to go to his house to collect the money.

If there's no money, just send this person to work in the organization's factory!

At first, Bucciarati was able to harden his heart and threaten, but when he saw that the gambler had two children who were also starving, he softened.

Bucciarati took it upon himself to let the gambler go and even gave him some money to take the children out to eat.

He returned to old man Bellicello and told him that the mission had failed.

But Belikoro did not blame him; instead, he continued to assign him tasks.

Bucciarati originally thought he would never see that gambler again, until another mission brought him back to the gambler's house.

The difference is that he had already sold those two children, and he wanted to take the opportunity to turn the tables, but he still lost.

Upon seeing Bucciarati, the man immediately began to cry feigning illness, claiming that he was unlucky and had failed to win the children back.

If he could do it again, he would definitely win the children back and take them out for a delicious meal.

As he spoke, he secretly watched Bucciarati's reaction.

However, this time Bucciarati couldn't hold back and punched the man to the ground with his chain-fingered fingers!

"You shameless bastard, you actually sold your own child to gamble! You have absolutely no remorse!"

Then, eleven-year-old Bucciarati beat the gambler severely and took him to the organization's factory, leaving him to fend for himself.

When he got home, he locked himself in his room for the entire day.

"Boss, isn't what you're doing too cruel to a child?" Old Master Bellicello asked with some heartache.

When he first saw the gambler's task, he was prepared to have someone else collect the debt, but Diavolo specifically asked Bucciarati to carry out the task.

"Because I love him, I have to make him understand the cruelty of this world." Diablo did this even though it hurt him deeply.

Afterwards, he had old man Bellicello find the two children who had been sold and send them to work in shops under the organization to support themselves.

“I don’t object to your kindness. On the contrary, it is precisely because the organization has people like you who are kind that the organization can develop in the long term!” Diavolo stroked Bucciarati’s head.

"But your kindness must be based on understanding the stakes involved. If you had thrown that gambler into the factory from the beginning, his two children might have starved to death, or they might have found relief."

Listening to his father's reasoning, Bucciarati nodded seriously, then hesitated, "Father, can I still work for the organization in the future?"

"Of course, as I said, the organization needs your kindness, even if we are a gang."

"Ah."

After Bucciarati left the study, Diavolo couldn't help but think about Dio and the others' current situation.

Thanks to Jonathan's watchful eye, Dio no longer wanted to eat people, as the feeling of fullness was of no use to Jonathan.

However, Dio would also be in danger if he did not drink blood for a long time, so Vanila and his team opened a private hospital in Cairo.

Donating blood to Lord Dior is permitted!

Dior's allure is undeniable, and countless people would love to become its customers.

To ensure sustainable development and to avoid upsetting Jonathan, only a small amount of blood is allowed to be donated each time, but this still can't keep up with the large number of people.

It's said that the hospital's blood bank now has enough blood to cure Dior's ultimate condition more than ten times!

Jonathan, on the other hand, instructed Vanilla and his team to provide some compensation to the blood donors.

He never expected that Dio would refrain from eating people for his sake.

"Diavolo was right after all; development must be sustainable!"

Diablo glanced at a newspaper on the table: "Parisian fashion companies are expanding into Italy!!!"

Chapter 177 Invitation

“Boss, these are the foreign companies that have recently come to Naples to develop.” Bellicoro produced a list.

Thanks to Diablo's forward-thinking situation analysis and policies, Italy has developed rapidly, and many foreign companies want to develop here.

Diablo, of course, was extremely pleased with this.

It goes without saying who they're here to give money to.

Who doesn't welcome the God of Wealth?

Diablo wasn't too concerned about the companies on the list, given that such incidents had been quite common in the past two years.

"Hmm, well done. Remember to tell your staff to behave themselves and not frighten the guests who have come from afar."

Just then, Jacqueline and Mila arrived at his office.

Seeing this, Belico, with his keen insight, left first.

“Brother-in-law, you’re the leader of the Passionate Organization now, and you don’t even have a pretty secretary by your side?” Mira sat down on the table and started fiddling with the ornaments on it.

"What do you need a secretary for? Why don't you come and be one?"

“Okay, I…” Mira was about to agree when Jacqueline’s eyes were fixed on her.

"You did that for work? You just wanted to slack off!" Jacqueline wasn't worried about anything happening between her sister and Diablo; she had been prepared for this from the start.

But Mira is just too lazy. If you don't keep an eye on her for a day, she'll just slack off and do nothing.