JOJO: Possessing Diavolo at the Start

The freedom in America is truly amazing!

But it also shows how much Pucci cares about his sister; maybe they even have a body double!

Diablo doesn't have the time to figure these things out.

He brought a weather forecast to Pera's bedside.

Looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, the weather forecaster trembled all over. He wanted to reach out and touch her lovely face, but remembering their different statuses, he withdrew his hand.

“Pera… she’s quite cute.” Diablo looked at Pera with some curiosity. How had Pera, who had been unconscious for so many years, managed to maintain her physical growth?

It's important to know that muscles will atrophy if the human body doesn't exercise for a long time.

Could it be that Pella's body came from the world of Baki?

"Besides wiping the body every day, what other work do you do?" Diablo asked the caregivers directly.

"Besides wiping her body, we also need to help Miss Pera move around to prevent muscle atrophy. Sometimes Mr. Pucci will do the same..."

Just then, another caregiver quickly stopped her colleague from speaking, because she wasn't sure if Diablo knew about it.

“If it’s a stand-in, I have one too.” Diablo had guessed this as well. To be honest, he admired the caregiver’s meticulous attitude and courage.

"Mr. Pucci would also come and talk to Miss Pera and give her some instructions on simple exercises to do in the house to help her maintain her physical growth."

Hearing this, the weather forecaster felt very conflicted.

Diablo saw all of this!

Chapter 306 Unpredictable Weather

Diablo had been watching the weather forecast from the moment he entered the room.

His first step was to reduce the weather forecast's hatred towards Pucci.

This is not to say that Pucci did nothing wrong, but rather that Diablo had to reduce the weather forecast's hatred in order to help him.

Only in this way can he better guide weather forecasting out of its current slump.

It can be said that the moment Diablo realized the true purpose of weather forecasting, all his actions and thoughts regarding weather forecasting fell into Diablo's trap!

"What an irresponsible older brother!" Diablo shook his head, then turned and left.

The burly caregiver was about to argue with him when she heard this, but the petite female caregiver stopped her.

Diablo reluctantly left the room with the weather forecast.

"Why are you stopping him? Mr. Pucci is such a good person, how come he's become irresponsible in his mouth?" the fat caregiver muttered indignantly.

The thin caregiver pushed up his glasses. "No, he wasn't talking about Mr. Pucci, or even to himself."

"He was talking to the man behind him!"

Even after leaving the hospital, it was still pouring rain outside.

Diablo glanced at the weather forecast hanging down beside him and said helplessly, "My clothes are very expensive."

Upon hearing this, the weather forecast designated a rain-free area large enough for two people to fit in, and Diablo swaggered into the rain without getting wet at all.

Diablo didn't tell him where he was going, and just kept walking on his own.

There was nothing the weather forecaster could do but follow behind him.

"Where are you going?" After walking for a while, the weather forecast finally couldn't help but ask.

Diablo then stopped and stood there with him in the heavy rain.

With the sound of raindrops pounding in my ears, I couldn't understand what Diablo was up to, even from the weather forecast.

Just then, the Crimson King appeared instantly, clenching his fist and punching the weather forecast.

The weather forecast was taken aback and hastily released its Stand to counterattack!

However, if we don't use Stand abilities, in a pure stat comparison, Weather Forecast is no match for King Crimson.

He was punched to the ground after just three moves!

The weather forecaster had no idea what Diablo was doing, so he dared not use his ability to retaliate.

"I appreciate that you believe I can solve this problem. But my approach might not be suitable for you, or rather, I might not be able to help you at all!"

Diablo looked at the weather forecast on the ground. "Tell me, what's your choice right now?"

Diablo did not choose to persuade him slowly.

Because he didn't know how to treat the symptoms.

He didn't have a good solution to this problem either.

After all, she's the weather forecaster's own sister. What could he possibly do to persuade her? Should they reunite under the sky of fate, or never see each other again in this lifetime?

Diablo was powerless to solve this problem. All he could do was determine the true stance of the weather forecast and help it firmly stay on that path.

Whether he chooses to betray his faith and stay with Pera forever, or chooses to leave Pera with regret and never see her again in this life.

These have nothing to do with Diablo.

All he could do was unconditionally support the weather forecast's choice, so that the forecast would no longer leave him confused!

Seeing Diablo's figure blocking his way, the weather forecast lying on the ground also became confused.

he does not know!

According to Pucci, Pera may have been unable to wake up because she knew they were siblings.

He didn't know if his choice would be approved by Pera.

Will they both have their memories extracted and never see each other again? Or will they bravely stay together regardless of societal norms?

He dared not make a choice.

"Ah!!!" The weather forecaster lay on the ground wailing, which made the already torrential rain even more fierce.

The heavy rain poured down on the two of them.

The people inside the house just watched as the two fools didn't seek shelter from the rain, standing alone on the street, covered in water!

Neither of them spoke, and they remained in a standoff in the pouring rain.

Finally, Diablo's sneeze broke the silence...

"You're shameless!" Diablo huddled timidly under the covers in the hotel room, only his head peeking out.

Her long, pink hair, speckled with mold, was now plastered to the blanket, making her look even more like an octopus.

The weather forecast was completely unharmed, and he even sat in the chair opposite without getting wet.

Unfortunately, Weather Forecast's Stand ability allows him to protect himself from harm, making it difficult for him to commit suicide.

Diablo, however, was not so lucky.

First, we flew for several hours at high altitude to reach the United States. We were already freezing cold, and then we got caught in a downpour.

Okay, I'm definitely getting a bad cold!

The once-powerful emperor of evil, the yakuza boss, and the founder of Araki-sou, is now curled up in bed with a bad cold!

Diablo has no thoughts other than sleeping, let alone offering suggestions for weather forecasting.

The only reason I didn't scold him was because he had a stuffy nose and a sore throat and couldn't speak!

"Think for yourself! I'm not putting up with this anymore!" With that, Diablo curled up in the blankets and lay on the bed like a snowman that had been pushed over.

The weather forecaster, unsure of what to do, could only make an excuse to go out and buy medicine for Diablo.

Upon arriving at the hospital, the weather forecast, as if by some strange twist of fate, appeared in Pucci's ward.

Just then, the White Snake was holding a glass of water, ready to give it to Pucci, when she turned around and saw the weather forecast. She was startled and spilled the entire glass of water she was about to give Pucci's lips all over his face.

"White Snake, you son of a bitch!"

White Snake couldn't care less about anything else at this point. She slammed the cup to Pucci's lips, then assumed a fighting stance, her legs trembling as she hurled threats at the weather forecaster.

"Don't come any closer! I'm telling you, my fists don't have eyes!"

As the weather forecast drew closer, the white snake's legs grew weaker and weaker.

The moment the weather forecast appeared in front of him and he raised his hand, the white snake chickened out, covering his face with both hands and closing his eyes tightly.

"Don't use too much force! I'm your brother's double; if I get hurt, he'll suffer too!"

However, the weather forecaster wasn't there to fight. After shoving the bewildered white snake aside, it looked down at the immobilized Pucci.

Pucci took the cup off his lips and placed it on the table, then carefully examined the weather forecast. "What are we doing here?"

"Buying medicine for Diablo; he caught a bad cold after being caught in the rain." The weather forecaster held up his hand, showing off the cold medicine he'd bought.

"Diavolo is sick? Pucci, let's go see him!" White Snake truly lives up to his reputation as Diavolo's number one fanboy.

He's so gentle...

However, White Snake, shouldn't you check Pucci's injuries first? With such extensive fractures, it seems he can't move easily.

Chapter 307 Frank's Past

"What do you want to ask?" Pucci asked calmly.

He could see the confusion in the weather forecaster's eyes, a look he often saw.

A look of extreme confusion about life and the future; such people often cannot see the light, just like the rain still falling outside.

The gloomy and damp atmosphere is irritating and unpleasant.

"what should I do?"

The weather forecast had lost its previous intensity and irritability; perhaps Diablo's words had truly struck a chord with him.

He didn't know what to do next.

This is a fork in the road with no turning back.

The weather forecast is as helpless as a child who got a zero on a test, so he can only ask his older brother, whom he doesn't want to acknowledge, hoping that his brother can help him make a choice.

However, even when his younger brother, whom he rarely asked for help, was asked for assistance, Pucci did not choose to help him.