JOJO: Possessing Diavolo at the Start

"Let's get straight to the point. We want to cooperate with you, and the reward is the remains of the saint you are looking for."

Upon hearing this, Valentine scoffed, "What a damn poor wretch, doesn't he even have a name?"

“I’m sorry, I should have introduced myself first,” the woman said apologetically. “My name is Luxie, and I represent the Gaia organization.”

"Please cooperate with us."

Chapter 389 I Have a Friend

"Keep going, we'll find someone to help us soon."

"Hurry up! Give it your all!"

The two women ran forward desperately, as if some raging flood or ferocious beast was behind them.

However, what lay behind them was more dangerous and terrifying than any flood or ferocious beast, which was why they dared not stop.

"They're up ahead, I can hear them!"

"Quickly grab them, Mr. Steven will surely reward us."

"We've caught them, let's have some fun first, hehehe..."

Hearing the voices behind them getting closer, the two girls were already in despair.

However, what was even more devastating was that their old wounds from their previous escape had reopened, and they could no longer continue their escape.

"You'd better run, you absolutely can't get caught." One of the women wanted the other girl to go first.

But the girl was unusually stubborn, saying, "I can't just stand by and watch you get caught by them."

As they spoke, they stopped in their tracks. The girl glanced at the branch beside her and, without hesitation, broke off a sharp corner.

"Let me protect you!" The girl said, holding a tree branch, but her demeanor was completely different from before.

Just as the footsteps drew closer, a scream suddenly came from behind, and then a hooded man with red eyes walked out.

When the woman saw him, she couldn't help but laugh. "You've come just in time, Risotto."

The newcomer was Risotto, the leader of the assassination squad of the Passionate Organization.

The two women are Rachel, who was reshaped by Xin Yuan two years ago, and Lucy Steel, the mysterious girl she saved.

"Do you know each other?" Lucy asked warily, looking at the man in front of her.

“Yes, we know each other…” Risotto wanted to describe their relationship, but he didn’t know how to put it.

“Very close friends in bed,” Rachel said nonchalantly.

Seeing how relaxed she looked, Lucy knew they were safe.

After Abbacchio was cured, the others generally accepted Giorno.

The fact that they could use their Stand abilities in front of them without hesitation shows that they deserved their trust.

Abbacchio, who had been rescued, proudly thanked Giorno.

"It's nothing, just don't invite me for tea anymore." Giorno's words clearly had a hidden meaning.

Abbacchio also understood something.

Only Bucciarati was completely bewildered. Drinking tea? What does that mean?

They took away all the prohibited drugs, including those from Henry, the drug dealer.

Selling this kind of stuff in territory controlled by the passionate organization makes it very clear that they don't take them seriously at all!

Therefore, Bucciarati and his group showed no mercy to such people and simply handed them over to old man Belicolo.

The old man's interrogation team will make him reveal even the color of his girlfriend's underwear!

Although he caught the guy selling illegal drugs, Bucciarati felt no joy, because according to the information he had, this was just one of many.

Other drug dealers should have already caught wind of this and made their move.

"Bucciarati, don't worry." Perhaps sensing Bucciarati's worry, Giorno patted him on the shoulder. "We can definitely uproot them!"

"Hmm." Seeing how motivated he was, Bucciarati finally smiled.

That evening, Bucciarati drove Giorno home. Giorno saw that Bucciarati followed him all the way downstairs and assumed that he was worried about him.

"Bucciarati, don't bother seeing me off. I'm already home. I can get back by myself."

Bucciarati laughed. "Is it possible that I need to talk to my mother about something?"

"Huh? You weren't worried about me?" Giorno scratched his face awkwardly.

"You..." Bucciarati smiled and ruffled Giorno's hair, and the two went upstairs together.

“You’re finally back.” Jacqueline sighed with relief.

“Mother,” Bucciara greeted politely, then his expression turned serious, “I hope our team can handle the matter of what we discovered today about someone dealing drugs.”

He truly hates these things!

"Yes, that's what your father said too. If you need anything, you can call upon all the resources in the organization."

Jacqueline shared the same deep abhorrence of such things, but she was also worried about Bucciarati and the others' safety. "You all need to be careful too."

"Ok."

After saying this, Bucciarati prepared to leave, but Jacqueline grabbed him mysteriously, "Wait, I have something to ask you."

Although Bucciarati was puzzled, he still politely waited for Jacqueline's question.

“I have a friend whose daughter seems to have a crush on her son,” Jacqueline said tentatively.

"What? How can this be? Aren't they siblings?" Bucciarati was somewhat confused.

"Don't rush, listen to me." Jacqueline was also extremely embarrassed, but for Trish's sake, she continued.

"Her daughter is adopted, and her son is her biological son. The two are not related by blood, but the daughter has loved her son since she was a child."

Upon hearing this, Bucciarati wasn't as agitated as before, but he still felt a little awkward. "In that case, if my parents don't care, it depends on what they say."

“Yes, that’s what I mean.” Jacqueline looked nervously at Bucciarati. “Do you think they can make it work?”

Bucciarati clearly hadn't expected to be asked to comment on the matter, and was momentarily at a loss for words. "I...I don't know."

Seeing his reaction, Jacqueline knew that saying too much would lead to trouble, so she quickly changed the subject, "Alright, I was just asking, no need to answer in time."

"Oh, okay, I'll be going now, Mother."

After Bucciarati left, Trish and Mira, who had been eavesdropping inside, hurriedly came out.

"So? What did Bucciarati say?" For some reason, Mirabt Lishu, the person directly involved, was even more excited about this matter.

"He needs to think about it, don't rush him."

Upon hearing this, Trish snuggled into Jacqueline's arms in a coquettish manner, "Will he approve?"

“Who knows?” Jacqueline affectionately patted her head. “I don’t want you to get hurt in this.”

"What about Daddy?" Trish raised her little head, her face full of worry.

Seeing her like this, Jacqueline waved her hand domineeringly, "Don't be afraid, I'm in charge of this matter, and he can't stop me."

"Mom, you're the best." Trish buried her head in Jacqueline's arms and snuggled up to her.

Then she turned to look at Mila, "It's still more comfortable when Mom holds me, she's so soft. Unlike Auntie, who keeps poking me with her ribs."

"Hey, you little brat, how dare you laugh at me!" Mira rolled up her sleeves and immediately started fooling around with Trish.

Chapter 390 I'm not pretending anymore, I'm coming clean.

On the way back, Bucciarati still hadn't figured out what the story meant; perhaps he's always been slow to understand in this regard!

Seeing that some restaurants were still open by the roadside, Bucciarati suddenly remembered the guys in his squad and thought he would bring them some late-night snacks back.

"Mr. Bucciarati, welcome." The owner was a short, middle-aged man with somewhat thin hair but an unusually thick beard.

"Old man Charles, I'd like to buy some late-night snacks to take home."

"I'll bring it to you in a bit! You don't need to wait here."

It must be said that Bucciarati has a really good reputation here, and most residents are very willing to do business with him.

"Wouldn't this be too much trouble for you?" Bucciarati clearly didn't want to trouble the other party, but he couldn't resist Charles's repeated enthusiasm, so he had no choice but to go back to their team's apartment first.

This is a suite apartment that Mr. Bellicoro bought for them. It has many rooms, enough for several of them to live in.

Room number one belongs to Bucciarati and is the cleanest and tidiest.

Room number two is right next to room number one. It belongs to Abbacchio, and his room is also quite tidy, though not quite as nice as Bucciarati's.

Room number three is occupied by Fugo, and it's filled with books and exercise equipment.

As for room number four... hehe.

It's not Mista.

Not only is it not Mista's room, but Mista has also forcibly converted it into a storage room, and no one is allowed to live in it!

Therefore, with nowhere else to go, Narancia could only live in room number five with Mista. Fortunately, neither of them cared about this, so living together wasn't a big deal.

Back at the apartment, Bucciarati saw them sitting properly on the sofa, as if they were waiting for him to return.

"What are you doing?" Bucciarati asked, glancing at them as he changed his shoes.

"Did he cause trouble?" This was the only reasonable explanation Bucciarati could think of.

“No, Bucciarati, come and sit down first.” Mista greeted Bucciarati casually.

After Bucciarati sat down on the sofa, Narancia couldn't hold back any longer. He asked with a gossipy look, "Bucciarati, is Giorno your younger brother?"

Why don't you all look alike?

Looking at Narancia's dumbfounded face so close to his, Bucciarati helplessly pushed him away. "Giorno and I are indeed brothers, but... we were both adopted."

"Huh? What about your parents... um!" Narancia, being straightforward, wanted to ask something, but Mista and Fugo covered his mouth and pulled him back.

"Idiot, don't ask everything!"

Narancia didn't understand the intricacies of the matter, but Fugo could guess it.