JOJO: Possessing Diavolo at the Start

"I want to become a mafia superstar, so of course I need to save up a lot of money first. After all, my dad always said that all actions are predicated on having enough assets." Giorno said, sounding aggrieved.

Diavolo neither objected to nor encouraged the idea, saying, "Then you should follow Bucciarati and his team and learn about the workings of the mafia."

"Yes."

Diablo then looked at Gloria, who was helping Jacqueline clear the table. "Gloria's quite popular, isn't she? I heard that Holmaggio and Illuso are pursuing her."

Risotto, thinking Diablo was unhappy, quickly said, "I'll make them behave."

"Hey, that's not what I meant." Diablo shook his head with a smile. "Men are normal when they pursue girls. Just make sure they don't neglect their work."

"Ok."

Bucciarati and Risotto didn't leave until very late.

Before leaving, Bucciarati said goodbye to his younger siblings one by one, "Goodbye, Giorno, Anna Sui, Ames."

"Goodbye, Brother Bucciarati!" Ames and Anna Sui were still children, so they liked this gentle older brother very much.

Giorno simply nodded; after all, the two of them would meet again tomorrow.

When Bucciarati wanted to say goodbye to Trish, Trish went back to her room without looking back.

"What did you do to upset her this time?" Risotto asked, seeing Trish's reaction, assuming that Bucciarati had angered her.

But Bucciarati looked completely bewildered. "I don't know either."

"Little girl, you're getting more and more rude." Mira looked at Trish's room door, somewhat speechless.

Neither of them noticed anything, but Jacqueline and Diablo exchanged a glance and then sighed helplessly.

"Aren't you going to do anything about it?" Diablo asked in a low voice.

“No way,” Jacqueline rolled her eyes at him. “You go and say it yourself.”

"Okay, okay, I'll go."

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Trish was in her room, hugging a doll and lying on the bed. After thinking about something, she kept swinging her legs.

"Boom boom boom!"

Hearing a knock at the door, Trish immediately tensed up. "Come in."

The door opened.

But it was Diablo who entered.

Upon seeing that it was her father, Trish immediately deflated, "What are you doing here?"

"Hey, what kind of attitude is this?" Diablo said unhappily. "Your own father came to check on your feelings, and you give me this look, not even a smile."

Upon hearing this, Trish gave a professional fake smile, "What exactly do you want?"

Diablo didn't care about any of that and plopped down on the edge of the bed. "Your mom and aunt said you've been spacing out a lot lately. Tell Dad, are you in love?"

"No," Trish said stubbornly, but her flushed cheeks betrayed her.

"Oh? Is that so?" Diablo changed the subject. "The other gangs in Sardinia haven't been very obedient lately. Let's send someone there to keep watch!"

"How about we send Bucciarati?"

"No!" Trish couldn't help but exclaim, but as soon as she finished speaking, she realized that she seemed to have inadvertently confessed.

Sure enough, Diablo looked at her with immense smugness. "Trying to mess with me? Hmph."

"Dad, you're so mean! You even lied to your own daughter!" Trish said, pulling at Diablo with the doll in her hand.

Diablo, however, took it as a joke with his daughter and said, "Alright, alright."

Trish stopped, hugged the doll, and sat down next to Diablo without saying a word.

It's quite clear now that Trish loves Bucciarati.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Diablo finally broke the silence.

Upon hearing this, Trish nervously grabbed the doll's ears. "Even if I told you, would you agree to this?"

"No."

This answer infuriated Trish so much that she ripped off the doll's ears.

"That's a sixth birthday present I bought for you."

Unfortunately, Trish didn't hear this. "Why should I? Didn't you also play matchmaker for Uncle Visa and Aunt Pera?"

"They're not my son and daughter." That's a perfectly valid statement.

Seeing Trish's sullen expression, Diavolo was relieved; it turned out to be just this matter.

But he doesn't intend to be magnanimous and let them be together. In this kind of situation, one person has to be the bad guy and the other the good guy.

This time, Diablo intends to portray Jacqueline as a good guy.

"Unless one of you is no longer my child, then I will allow you to be together," Diablo stated his condition.

Upon hearing this condition, Trish hesitated. Wasn't this a clear indication that she was severing her father-son relationship with Bucciarati?

Although she was adopted, Bucciarati poured just as much affection into this family as she did.

This put Trish in a difficult position.

Just then, Diablo seemed to finally make up his mind, "If that's the case, then so be it."

Then, looking at Trish, who had a conflicted expression, he said, "From now on, I will sever all ties with you as father and daughter. That way, you will become our family's daughter-in-law! How about it?"

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This plan surprised Trish.

Is he preparing to give up on himself?

“Dad, I’m your daughter, your own flesh and blood!” Trish muttered defiantly.

"So what?" Diavolo remained unmoved. "I'm not going to let Bucciarati experience the pain of losing his father again."

At this point, Trish suddenly realized, "You were just playing me from the beginning, weren't you?"

"Of course, little girl, you think you can act tough with me?" Diablo chuckled, pinched Trish's cheek, and then left Trish's room.

Watching him leave, Trish threw the doll onto the bedside table in a huff. "If you don't agree, I'll go talk to Mom."

But she didn't know that Diablo told Jacqueline about it as soon as he got back to the house.

Chapter 384 The Assemble of the Host Club

"What? I didn't expect Trish to be involved in this kind of forbidden love?" Mira laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight.

Jacqueline looked at Diablo with some concern, "You didn't mention her, did you? This kind of thing needs to be handled carefully, otherwise they'll both get hurt."

"Don't worry." Diablo glanced at the doorway. "I've made it clear that I disagree, and she'll definitely come looking for you next."

"You can be the good guy then!"

"Oh?" Jacqueline was a little surprised, but more delighted. "Why did you decide to have me play the good guy this time?"

“I can’t let you be a wicked stepmother forever!” Diablo said with a smile, lifting her chin. “You two can discuss this. I’m going to Japan and Egypt soon.”

Speaking of which, Jacqueline guessed as well, "Is it because of that newly appeared enemy?"

“Yes, although they are not enemies yet, who can say for sure?” Diablo was also extremely wary of Valentine.

After all, his Stand ability is far too dangerous.

I just don't know what he's thinking, whether he's an enemy or a friend.

The next day, Diablo traveled alone to Morio, Japan.

Giorno, on the other hand, went to find Bucciarati and met with the other members of their guard.

The meeting place was inside a restaurant.

"Giorno, you go in first, I'll go see what's going on over there." When they got to the door, Bucciarati saw that there seemed to be a dispute over there, so he told Giorno to go and meet them first.

Upon entering the restaurant, Giorno found it crowded with diners, and he wasn't sure where they were.

"Are you looking down on me, you filthy scoundrel? How many times do I have to teach you before you understand? You idiot!"

Suddenly, an extremely angry voice rang out. Giorno looked in the direction of the voice and saw a blond man slamming another person's face onto the table.

"Dio's father? No, no, no, he just looks a lot like him." Giorno was momentarily dazed.

Then, the man who had been beaten suddenly pulled out a knife and pointed it at the irritable guy, saying, "How dare you call me an idiot! It's bad to look down on people. I'll kill you! I'll definitely kill you!"

"It's starting again." The two people next to them didn't pay any attention to their actions; this was just commonplace for them.

Just as Giorno was hesitating, Bucciarati arrived at the restaurant. "What are you doing? I could hear your noise from the doorway!"

Then, the four of them turned their gaze to Bucciarati.

Bucciarati patted Giorno on the shoulder and then came up to them. "I've brought the new companion I mentioned to you last night. Let me introduce him; this is Giorno Giovanna."

The four guards didn't feel any sense of belonging to the newcomer Giorno, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Seeing this, Giorno stepped forward and said, "I am Giorno Giovanna. Please take care of me from now on."

As he spoke, he slightly bowed and greeted them.

This was a perfectly reasonable introduction in Bucciarati's eyes, but the four members of the guard simply didn't like this guy, even ignoring Giorno.

"Hey, you guys," Bucciarati was getting a little embarrassed. These guys were really rude. "These are the people I brought with me, Bucciarati. Can't you be a little more welcoming?"

However, even if Bucciarati said that, they ignored Giorno.

"You guys..." Bucciarati was about to say something to them when he was suddenly stopped by the waiter.

"Mr. Bucciarati, someone is looking for you at the restaurant entrance."

“Okay, I’ll go take a look right away.” Bucciarati said as he walked away, then instructed Giorno, “Giorno, introduce yourself to them, I’ll be right back.”

While Giorno was looking at Bucciarati, someone was making a fuss.

He was a long-haired man named Leo Abbacchio. He was originally a policeman, but his passion was extinguished after experiencing the darkness of Naples.

Later, Bucciarati personally invited him to join, which is how he became a member of Bucciarati's gang.