JOJO: Possessing Diavolo at the Start

With this in mind, Sazhuo calmed down and got into the car.

However, to her surprise, Diablo sat directly in the passenger seat and said, "Drive, to the Musen Fashion Company building!"

"Okay, sure."

Diablo initially thought the voice sounded somewhat familiar, but when he turned around, he realized it was the chubby guy who drove the unlicensed taxi.

She even snatched a pistol-shaped lighter from him.

"Fatty, what's wrong? Not driving an unlicensed taxi anymore?" Diablo asked with interest.

"Hey sir, I was wondering why you looked so familiar!" The driver was so nervous that he didn't dare to look at him.

"Isn't this Naples' policy? They found a company, and now we have a formal system in place!"

"Work hard! But whatever you do, don't do anything illegal!"

A gang leader was giving a lecture to a prodigal taxi driver who had turned over a new leaf.

It's reasonable. What's unreasonable about it?

Chapter 183 Testing

The car soon arrived at the gate of Musen Company. Diablo paid the fare and got out of the car with Sado.

“Thank you for personally bringing me back so late at night. Since that’s the case…” Just as Sado was about to head back to the company, Diablo suddenly interrupted her.

"Since that's the case, I'll be a good Samaritan and go with you to make the changes. It'll also be a good opportunity to see how the money-making project I've been longing to make is progressing."

With that, Diablo, not considering himself an outsider, walked straight into the company.

This surprised Sazhuo, but she quickly calmed down and followed after her in her high heels.

"You can come and take a look; you can give us some feedback on our work."

Seeing that he was unwilling to leave, Sado had no choice but to take him to the design studio, since this guy probably didn't know anything about fashion anyway.

If you ask him anything at that time and he can't answer, he'll tactfully leave.

After all, if you know nothing about this, what are you doing here? Any normal person would leave in shame.

However, she still didn't understand Diablo!

Is Diablo the kind of person who is ignorant and incompetent? Even if he doesn't know, can't he just make things up?

"This design was ordered by a wealthy woman. She wanted a fitted silhouette that would accentuate her perfect bust and waistline. She also wanted some skirt detailing to add a touch of mystery."

Sazhuo picked up a pencil and started scribbling on a piece of paper. "Do you have any good suggestions?"

This kind of question is an insult to Diablo, who has absolutely no professional knowledge.

After all, everyone has their own area of ​​expertise.

Diablo did not answer immediately, but carefully looked at the photos pasted next to the drawings. They included not only the inspiration for the clothing, but also personal photos of the wealthy woman.

After examining it for a while, Diablo suddenly said, "I think... this outfit has absolutely no design value."

Eh?

Before Sado could retort, Diablo grabbed a pencil and circled the rich woman's photo. "Look at that figure. Not only does she not try to hide it, but she also wants to slim down? And define her waist and hips?"

"Can you tell where her waist is? Where her hips are?"

With that, Diablo turned his attention to their completed sketches, "I'm telling you, are you sure this figure is based on that rich woman's figure?"

This statement left Sazhu speechless.

Indeed, the wealthy women's circumstances weren't particularly good, so they incorporated a bit of imagination into their designs.

"What I'm saying is, I'm not prejudiced against body types, but at least people should have some self-awareness!"

After listening to Diablo's advice, Sardjo reluctantly put down his pen. "You're right."

Then, the two remained silent in the design studio, simply gazing at each other.

"Why won't this guy leave?" Sado wondered.

Diablo has been acting strangely ever since he answered the phone, and Sardrow has no idea who called him.

"How long are you... planning to stay here?" Sado asked, somewhat speechless.

"What? Are you not welcoming me at all? Or will my presence here get in your way?" Diablo said, moving closer to Sadora.

Before she could make a move, he pinned her against the wall!

Sardzo was startled. She didn't know what Diablo wanted to do or why he suddenly pinned her against the wall.

However, just when she thought Diablo wanted to seek excitement with her, she suddenly felt a hand touch the pocket of her clothes.

But looking at Diablo again, his two hands had formed a restraint, enclosing himself within it.

It's a stand-in!

He actually used a double to steal his own phone.

At this moment, Sardrow realized that Diablo did not completely trust him!

However, she cannot reveal that she is also a Stand user; she must pretend not to see it.

Looking at Diablo's face so close to his, Sardzo clearly felt that his phone had been taken away.

Next, he will definitely find an excuse to leave, and after that, he can contact Holens in Venice by simply replaying the previous call!

No, we can't let him leave like this!

I absolutely must get my phone back!

Having achieved his goal, Diablo naturally didn't continue. He immediately removed his hands from the wall, "Ah, I just remembered, I forgot to turn off the gas..."

However, before he could speak, Sardjo suddenly grabbed Diablo by the neck, closing the distance between them in an instant!

"Are you really going to leave like this? That's too heartless!" Sado's tone revealed dissatisfaction, but it sounded more like a temptation.

Diablo was also a little bewildered at this point. He had only stolen a phone to check it, so how did he end up throwing himself into her arms?

He wasn't entirely convinced that Sardrow wasn't a Stand user, but there weren't many people who could face King Crimson without flinching.

I once used the Crimson King to wake Dio up by pressing it against his face, which almost scared the centenarian vampire to the point of splitting his body!

Clearly, no carbon-based life form can resist the Crimson King's stunning good looks!

Unless you can't see it.

However, although Sardron ignored King Crimson just like any ordinary person without a Stand, Diavolo always felt that things were not so simple!

intuition!

It's intuition!

"I think you'd better let go of me. It'll cause trouble if other people see us like this!" Diablo said, preparing to push Sadra away.

"What does it matter? You're not married and I'm not married! Besides, we're both adults, relax!"

Although their conversation and actions were quite ambiguous, both of their minds were racing, trying to come up with the most plausible explanation!

Just as they were about to speak, the door suddenly opened.

It was Gina, one of Sajo's people, who arrived.

"Sis, what are you doing?"

Gina's arrival seemed to give Diablo a reason to shove Sardrow away.

"Let me introduce you. This is our partner, Diablo," Sador introduced to Gina.

Diablo nodded slightly to Gina upon seeing this.

Before Gina could speak, Sazhuo suddenly said, "By the way, why hasn't Hollens come back yet after going to take his measurements? Give him a call."

"Never mind, I'll do it!"

His entire sequence of words and actions was flawless. Sazhuo patted himself down, "Hey? Where's my phone?"

Then he looked at Diablo and asked, "Can I borrow your phone to make a call?"

Seeing this, Diablo deleted a second of the time and took the opportunity to put his phone on the table.

“Didn’t you put it here?” Diablo pointed to the phone on the table.

“Looks like I forgot!” Sado casually slapped his head, then stuck out his tongue.

Chapter 184 Foreign Aid Team

Diablo made an excuse and left.

After he left, Sazhuo felt a great weight lifted from his shoulders.

"Sister, what's wrong?" Gina looked at Sazhuo with a blank expression.

"Just now, when he pinned me against the wall, he used a stand-in to steal my phone, and the last call I made was from Hollens!"

Upon hearing this, even Gina broke out in a cold sweat.

That's too dangerous! If Diablo had taken the phone right away, they might have been exposed!

Although Horens wouldn't be foolish enough to reveal his plan right away, Diablo could very well extract some information from a few of his words.

"It's a good thing you came in just now." Sado patted her on the shoulder.

"Should we continue acting? Diablo already suspects us!" Gina said anxiously.

Sazhu nodded. "Let's continue, just be careful. Besides, Gaia has already sent people to Venice, we need to seize this opportunity."

At this moment in America, Xin Yuan was sitting on a large sofa in an apartment building he had rented.

As for the money, of course it was borrowed from the local enthusiastic citizens through the weather forecast.

"Do you really have to come here to use your Stand ability?" Weather Forecast looked at Shingen speechlessly.

At this moment, the Twilight of Repentance stands like a stone statue in the center of the living room.

"What can I do? I can't decide when to bring people over; it's all his decision!" Xin Yuan said, taking a sip of cola.

"..." The weather forecaster didn't say anything more, but he remembered what Diablo had told him: his brother was in America.