JOJO: Possessing Diavolo at the Start

Right now, he's unzipping his pants to brew "Apa Tea" for Giorno.

"Gioruno, right? I'm Abbacchio. Here, have a cup of tea." Abbacchio didn't really like the little guy in front of him, so he decided to make him back down.

The other three also witnessed the making of Apacha, so they all suppressed their laughter, ready to see Giorno make a fool of himself.

"Here, have a drink!" Abbacchio said, personally pouring Giorno a glass.

"Okay." Giorno didn't notice anything amiss and politely accepted it.

However, this made the other three a little uneasy, and the hot-tempered one even turned his head away.

His name is Panacoda Fogo, the grumpy old man Risotto and Bucciarati were talking about.

The kid-like guy he just beat up is called Narancia Gilka, and he's actually older than both him and Giorno.

As for the fourth guy wearing a hat, his name is Guido Mista.

Seeing that they all looked a little strange, Giorno felt uneasy. Could it be that something was put in the tea?

"What's wrong? Don't you like lukewarm tea?" Seeing that he wouldn't drink it, Abbacchio pressured him, "You just said you would drink it."

"Don't you consider us your companions?"

Seeing his reaction, Giorno couldn't refuse any longer and quickly picked up his teacup.

But just before drinking it, Giorno suddenly smelled a strange odor, and in an instant he realized that this was not tea at all.

This is not tea at all, and it's also a bit too spicy.

"Drink up, why aren't you drinking?" Abbacchio toyed with the cup in his hand. "You don't really not consider us your companions, do you?"

Upon hearing this, Mista and the others knew that Giorno would have no choice but to drink it.

If it were Giorno from the original work, he would have drunk it without hesitation using his Stand ability, but now... he's just here to get some prestige.

"I'll drink later, when my brother arrives we'll drink together." Giorno could tell that the others still respected Bucciarati.

Sure enough, their expressions changed as soon as he said that, and Abbacchio looked puzzled, "Your brother? Who's your brother?"

"Bucciarati! Don't you know him?" Giorno looked at them innocently.

"I didn't know, Bucciarati has a younger brother?" Narancia asked in surprise.

Just then, Bucciarati walked in with a serious expression. Giorno, seeing this, poured Bucciarati a cup of tea without hesitation. "Have a cup of tea. Abbacchio made it for me himself."

"Oh? You two get along well?" Bucciarati took the glass and prepared to drink it all in one gulp.

Chapter 385 The Reappearance of Rock Candy

"Bucciarati, wait a minute!"

At the crucial moment, Abbacchio naturally spoke up to stop him.

He glanced at Giorno, who looked completely innocent, with a gloomy expression, and then calmly took the cup back from Bucciarati's hand.

"The water's gone cold, please ask the waiter to replace it!"

As he spoke, Abbacchio stopped the waiter and handed the teapot and teacups to the passing waiter, saying, "Could you please get us a new teapot?"

“No need,” Bucciarati said. “We’re going somewhere now, we have work to do.”

Upon hearing this, the others also stood up, saying, "Finally, we have work to do. Let's go."

After they left, the waiter was just about to pour out their tea when he was suddenly stopped by a big, fat man with a fierce face. "Wait, bring me this pot of tea first."

"Sir, this won't do, this..." The waiter was about to explain when the fat man snatched the teapot away.

"I already said, this is mine!" After saying that, without waiting for the waiter to stop him, he picked up the teapot and poured it into his mouth.

As expected, he smashed the teapot on the ground without hesitation, yelling, "Damn it, you actually peed on me!"

This put the waiter in a difficult position, so he had to call the boss over.

This restaurant is owned by the Passionate Organization, and the owner is certainly no ordinary person. "What? He stole someone else's tea?"

"Boss, he said the pot contains urine..." The waiter tried to explain, but the boss didn't care.

"He even put urine in our pot? And he broke it? Make him pay for it, or he'll be in for a world of hurt!" No wonder he's the boss.

Of course, Bucciarati and his group didn't care about these things; they were currently heading towards their destination.

"Bucciarati, what happened?" Abbacchio and Giorno noticed Bucciarati's serious expression.

This obviously means something happened.

“Abbacchio, do you know what makes our organization different from ordinary gangs?” Bucciarati didn’t answer, but instead asked a question.

“Of course, the organization doesn’t allow the sale of contraband or people, which is why I was willing to join.” After Abbacchio finished speaking, he suddenly thought of something.

Giorno also realized, "Could it be..."

“Yes,” Bucciarati stopped and turned to look at them, “someone has started selling illegal drugs in this city again!”

Upon hearing this, everyone else was so surprised that they were speechless.

They had heard this rule when they joined the gang, which is why they hesitated less when they joined.

And now, people are actually selling these things again...

"Could it be the organization's boss behind it? No gang leader would give up such a lucrative project," Abbacchio suggested, offering the most plausible guess.

But this guess was denied by both Bucciarati and Giorno: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Abbacchio wasn't offended by Bucciarati's words, but he was annoyed that Giorno, a newcomer, dared to question him.

"Are you that confident, Giorno?" Abbacchio poked Giorno's pectoral muscle with his finger without hesitation. "Do you know the boss? Do you understand the boss?"

"Could it be that the boss is your father?"

Seeing that he was about to poke it again, Bucciarati grabbed him and said, "Wait a minute, let's get back to work."

Their escort team then arrived at their destination, an apartment building.

"We received a tip that someone here is secretly selling illegal drugs. We should arrest them and torture them severely!"

After clarifying their mission, they entered from two separate entrances, preparing to conduct the encirclement.

Soon, they arrived at the door of the target room.

After exchanging a glance, Mista pulled out a pistol, concealed it behind his back, and knocked on the door. "Hello, is anyone home?"

"What do you want?" The door opened a crack, revealing the head of a thin man with a sinister expression. "What is it?"

Seeing him open the door, Abbacchio, who had been hiding nearby, rushed over without hesitation and kicked open the door, which was secured with a security chain.

The thin man was also kicked to the ground.

"What are you doing? Even police officers can't break into a private residence like this!" The man's name was Henry, and he wasn't Italian.

“What a coincidence, we’re not actually police.” Mista pressed the gun against the back of his head. “Bucciarati, investigate.”

However, the guards searched everywhere but found no contraband, which made Bucciarati wonder if the intelligence was wrong and they had arrested the wrong person.

“I’ve already told you, I don’t sell rock candy, you’ve got the wrong person!” Henry shook his head with a smug smile.

After searching around and finding nothing, Abbacchio began to have some doubts.

Giorno then approached Henry and said, "Is that so?" as he grabbed Henry's hand.

On Henry's cuff was a piece of rock candy.

This startled Henry, but he didn't give himself away. "This...this clothing is stolen. I don't know what it is."

He figured these people were just plainclothes police officers and wouldn't do anything to him, an American tourist, without any evidence.

But he was clearly wrong.

Who says you can't arrest someone without evidence? Gangs don't need evidence to make arrests!

Suddenly, Giorno's Stand appeared behind him—Gold Experience.

The fact that Giorno used a Stand directly was something Abbacchio and the others hadn't expected, because they didn't completely trust Giorno yet.

"Golden Experience".

Upon touching the rock candy on the sleeve, the rock candy instantly turned into a fly, which then flew towards the wall without hesitation.

“Looks like there’s something hidden in this wall,” Giorno said, leaving Henry behind.

Seeing this, Bucciarati also used his Stand ability, throwing a punch with his chain fingers, and a zipper appeared on the wall.

A large hole had been carved into the wall, and it was filled with illegal drugs!

This scene left not only Bucciarati speechless, but everyone else astonished; they hadn't expected such a huge gain.

Henry was in despair; he never dreamed that he would be discovered.

Just then, he suddenly remembered something, and before Mista could react, he shoved him aside and rushed to the suitcase.

"Hey, what are you doing? Don't move!" Abbacchio, being a former police officer, reacted the fastest.

However, Henry had already obtained his target: a pistol.

"Die! For that lord!"

Without hesitation, he fired at Bucciarati, so fast that Bucciarati had no time to react.

After all, who would have thought he would dare to fire a gun under such circumstances?

"Bucciarati, watch out!"

The instant the gun went off, Abbacchio stepped in front of Bucciarati, taking the bullet for him.

"Abbacchio!!"

Seeing this, Mista didn't wait for him to fire a second shot; three shots directly crippled his hands.

But at that moment, Abbacchio was shot in the chest and fell to the ground.

"Abbacchio, don't die!" Narancia, who was quite old, cried helplessly like a child.

"Excuse me, could you please move aside?" Giorno patted Narancia on the shoulder.

Stand-ins appeared behind both him and Bucciarati. "We'll treat them quickly."