JOJO: Possessing Diavolo at the Start

"What?" Sazhuo was clearly surprised that an officer in the organization would have such an idea.

“Although I don’t know much about the structure of the mafia, isn’t what you’re doing a bit too much? Will Miss Jacqueline agree to this?” As he spoke, Sator’s eyes were full of suspicion.

To avoid suspicion, Diablo quickly explained, "Oh, you don't understand, our boss is very good at listening to the good advice of his subordinates."

“Is that so?” Sado’s eyes were still full of doubt.

"I'm good with words and skilled in bed, so the boss favors me." Left with no other choice, Diablo could only say this.

"Ah, you should have said so earlier! This makes sense now, doesn't it?" Sazhuo finally felt relieved. "So, what are the specific details of the cooperation?"

"Let me invest in your company, and I can provide you with protection. Besides, I have a lot of connections in this area..."

Having said all that, Diablo said no more; a wise person doesn't need to spell it out to understand.

Sazhu nodded thoughtfully, but still hesitated, "I don't doubt your power, but I'm still a little uneasy..."

Diablo could tell what she meant from her expression. "Don't worry, I'm really good at this. Our boss won't replace me easily!"

"That's good... No, I didn't suspect that."

They agreed to sign a contract to become shareholders in a few days, and then left the restaurant together.

Before Diablo even stepped inside his home, Mira scrutinized him. "Hmm, there's nothing on you that you shouldn't have."

"You're still investigating me?" Diablo ignored her and sat down next to Jacqueline, snuggling into her arms like a pampered wife.

"People are mistaking me for your secret lover, Sister Lin!"

Seeing this, Jacqueline pulled him into her arms in a very domineering way, saying, "Then you should play the part well and not give yourself away."

Sádjo returned to the residence he had bought in Naples.

"Sister, why don't we just assassinate Diablo? Why do we have to move our businesses here?"

A girl with equally bright red short hair was somewhat puzzled.

“Gina, some things can’t be done by blindly rushing in,” Sadra’s gaze changed from its previous liveliness to a deep one. “If we fail, we could very well be doomed.”

"Take it slow, we don't need to risk our lives for Frank!"

Chapter 179 Business Dealings

A few days later, Diablo led his men to Sador's company.

The company is called "Musen" and is located in the northern part of Naples.

They had already made arrangements with local officials and small gangs, so settling down here went relatively smoothly.

“This is…” Sardrow glanced at the person Diablo brought. His eyes were unusual, with red pupils and black sclera.

“My men,” Diablo said without going into detail.

"Does your organization still recruit child laborers? Even children?" Sado looked Risout up and down. Although he was very tall, his face was very young and he didn't look very old.

“Hey, he’s not a child anymore,” Diablo patted him on the shoulder. “He’s eighteen. He’s an adult!”

They then signed a contract.

"My safety is in your hands from now on, so please don't sell me out," Sazhuo joked.

“Look at what you’re saying, how could that be?” Diablo chimed in.

How could I possibly sell you? Without a suitable price, how could I sell you?

No, after all, you're my dear business partner and money-making friend!

You have to pay more!

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the two officially became partners. After shaking hands and saying goodbye, Diablo left Sadra's office with Risotto.

"So? Did you notice anything wrong with her?" Diablo suddenly asked Risotto as they walked down the street.

Even after yesterday, he still couldn't be completely at ease. Although the Crimson King almost sacrificed his virtue to reach the conclusion that "Saddra is not a Stand user," Diavolo still felt it was better to be cautious.

“She really shouldn’t be a Stand user. All her reactions are so real, it doesn’t seem like she’s acting.” Risotto couldn’t see any flaws in her performance either.

"Let's leave it at that for now. We need to start making money properly."

"Huh? Shouldn't we be investigating those two organizations?" This confused Risotto.

He was recently being hunted by two organizations, but he forgot about it immediately and started making money.

“Risotto, you don’t understand, do you?” Diablo glanced at him. “To keep an organization running, you need a lot of money.”

"Trying to find clues on our own is like looking for a needle in a haystack. The best way is to use the organization's resources, so making money is a must!"

"Oh!" Naïve Risotto didn't know the intricacies of the situation; he only knew that he was getting paid to work, that was all.

Because of this, he was often criticized by Prosciutto, who said, "You're so naive, you won't even know if the boss sells you out one day."

He didn't argue with that, saying, "If I sell it, I'll have the boss give you half the money."

After they left, several people entered Sazhuo's office.

"Sister, shall we make our move?" Gina was eager to try; they were truly confident they could kill Diablo directly.

But Sassoon still refused them, saying, "Frank has gone mad during this time, we can no longer rely on the [Disciples] to act!"

Hearing his words, everyone was shocked. "Sister, you're not going to betray the organization, are you?"

They never imagined this day would come.

“It’s not betrayal!” Sado said coldly. “We are not his vassals, nor are we his subordinates. I built this organization myself!”

"I love it more than anyone else!"

As he spoke, Sator's gaze shifted from coldness to disappointment. "But Frank has completely taken control of those two guys. The three of them are trying to turn the 'Disciples' into tools for achieving their own ambitions!"

"Then why did we come to assassinate Diablo?" asked a man with the symbol [ι?α] tattooed on his neck.

That is indeed a very good question.

Faced with everyone's questions, Sardjo smiled bitterly and did not give any answer, but simply told them all to go back.

When he was alone, Sardjo slumped dejectedly onto his desk. "Why? Of course, it's for the [Disciples], for you all."

"Only in this way will Gaia let us go..."

Their collaboration was simple: Diablo arranged for the organization to protect Satjo's company, and together they opened up the Italian fashion market.

"Brother-in-law, I think that fashion company is pretty good. The clothes there are quite beautiful." Mira flipped through the latest fashion magazine.

Many of the fashion designs in it are by [Musen].

Diablo glanced at it, but he had no interest in fashion. Clothes were just for covering the body and keeping warm, after all.

As for those internationally popular fashions... sorry, he's a vulgar man who only likes money and doesn't understand them.

Although he doesn't understand fashion, he knows a lot about how to turn fashion into money!

"Invite the wealthy businessmen of Naples to the ball?" This decision left Mr. Bellicello somewhat bewildered.

Those wealthy businessmen may have money, but they wouldn't necessarily buy these things! Besides, Musen isn't a men's fashion company!

"Of course, remember to have important figures send out invitations, so they'll have no choice but to come!" Diablo said, looking at the latest organization report without even looking up.

“Okay.” Although he had some doubts, Diavolo’s orders were absolute to Belicolo!

After he left, Mira, who was sitting in her office reading a magazine, asked curiously, "Brother-in-law, why did you invite those old guys over? I don't think they'd buy these clothes."

“Fool, I didn’t ask them to buy anything. How much can a few pieces of clothing be worth?” Diablo put down the report and leaned back in his chair.

“The wealthy in Naples certainly won’t buy, but we don’t need to make them spend money on clothes.”

"As an internationally renowned fashion company, Musen certainly doesn't lack fame; what it lacks is an opportunity, an opportunity to let others step forward."

After listening to Diablo's words, Mira nodded thoughtfully, then shook her head, "I don't understand."

Diablo nearly fell to the ground at those words. He steadied himself on the chair and looked at Mira with a hint of apology. "I'm sorry, please forgive my ignorance. I just had an unrealistic expectation of your intelligence!"

"How could I be that stupid? Humph~" Mira put down the magazine, turned around, made a face at Diablo, and ran out.

"Your Majesty has gone into seclusion again! This time, it may take a long time," Luxie announced expressionlessly.

Just as everyone was about to leave, Luxie suddenly left three of them behind alone!

"Rhea, Oslan, and Domo, the three of you are going to Italy this time. His Majesty has assigned you a separate mission!"

Chapter 180 Various Parties in Motion

The ball was a great success.

Diablo accompanied Jacqueline to the event.

Of course, in the eyes of these wealthy businessmen, the beautiful Jacqueline was the undisputed leader of the "Passion" organization.

"Look, that woman is the leader of the [Passion] organization, who has risen to fame in the last two years."

"They certainly seem to have some skills; it's said their organization is now spread throughout Italy."

"real or fake?"

They huddled together in twos and threes, pointing and whispering about Jacqueline.

Jacqueline finally met Sardro.

"You must be Miss Jacqueline? It's a pleasure to meet you." Sade shook hands with Jacqueline gracefully.

However, before she could react, Sado gave Jacqueline a warm hug, saying, "She really is a beauty."

“You…” Jacqueline was also startled by the hug.

Is this considered being taken advantage of?

Seeing that Sardras was about to make another move, Diablo coughed awkwardly, stopping her.

"Oh, your boyfriend's jealous!" Sado chuckled, but also took the opportunity to let go of Jacqueline.

"How was the ball?" Diablo asked, raising a glass of champagne as he watched the wealthy socialites coming and going.

"Not bad. I didn't expect you to have such a strong appeal. I was originally thinking of stabilizing things for a while before holding the ball." Sado was also very satisfied with the result.

Moreover, after the models walked the runway, the wealthy women and socialites below were dazzled, and some even started to have clothes custom-made by her!