JOJO: Possessing Diavolo at the Start

"With the money, I'll go to Yoshiwara again and have some fun. That girl from last time was pretty good!"

Seeing Diablo and his group about to enter the hotel, the group rushed forward and grabbed them by the shoulders.

"Behave yourselves and come with us!"

Without giving them time to react, he led Diablo and Pucci into the alley behind the hotel.

It looks like a quiet alley where no one comes by; it's full of trash, dirty water, and all sorts of other things.

The group cornered Diablo and Pucci, their eyes filled with ill intent. "Gentlemen, you've been spouting nonsense and insulting our signature dishes right here in our restaurant. What are you going to do about this?"

"We're not bad people, just give us two million!"

Keep in mind that this was in Japan in 1988 (Jotaro and his crew arrived in Egypt in 1988).

Although it was a prosperous era, two million yen was still a lot of money.

And they came just because I complained about the food? Clearly, that wasn't the reason they came.

From this perspective, the robbery was real, but the claim for compensation was a pretense.

Seeing their continued blatant and reckless pronouncements, Pucci couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing that the two of them were not only not afraid, but were even laughing, the burly man in the lead grabbed Pucci by the collar.

"You bastard, are you looking to die?"

Before Pucci could summon the white snake, Diablo suddenly stepped between them, smiling apologetically at the burly man, "Sorry, sorry, we're from out of town and don't know the rules."

"How about we call a friend and have him send the money over? He's sleeping in the hotel."

Seeing that he wasn't obstinate, the burly man released his grip. "Wouldn't it have been better if you'd been smarter from the start? And let me tell you, even if you call the police, it won't do you any good. The police won't come out at night. Just pay up!"

Upon hearing this, Diablo almost burst out laughing, but he still obediently dialed the room number.

"Ring ring! Ring ring! Ring ring..."

An annoying ringing of the telephone woke up the sleeping Egyptian baby. Although he was no longer human, being woken up while sleeping was something that no living being could tolerate.

"Hello? Who is it?"

"Hey, Dio!" As soon as the call connected, Diablo's aura changed instantly, and the immense pressure surprised the burly men.

"Jump out the window! There's dinner!"

Dior cautiously glanced behind the curtains and, finding it was indeed dark, opened the window and jumped out without hesitation.

"What are you talking about? Are you out of your mind?" The burly man tried to grab Diablo's collar, but a fist suddenly broke his arm!

The Crimson King stood protectively beside Diablo.

"I don't like people touching my clothes!"

This scene terrified the group. Just as they were about to turn and run away, a figure suddenly fell down from the alley entrance!

Dio looked at the group with some dissatisfaction. "Is this the stinking bunch for dinner?"

Although he disliked it, Dior didn't mind. After all, it was just a small bread roll. If he was tired of creamy bread, he could eat some whole wheat bread instead.

Dio's hand went straight to their necks, and he could drain a person's blood in seconds.

In less than ten seconds, only the leader with the severed hand remained on the scene.

"What...what kind of monsters are you?" He clutched his wound, desperately backing away, tears streaming from his eyes in fear.

“Didn’t you say you weren’t bad people?” Diablo looked down at him, like a lion looking down at an ant, his eyes filled with indifference.

It was as if what was in front of me wasn't a person, but a piece of bread that I could eat anytime.

"I'm sorry, you've run into bad guys, it's us!"

"save……"

Dio didn't give him a chance to shout; he plunged a finger into his throat and finished eating in a few seconds.

"White Snake, throw this trash in the bin," Pucci called out to White Snake to clean up the mess.

White Snake reluctantly picked up the bones Dio had left over and threw them into the trash can; he really didn't like Pucci's orders.

After the White Serpent finished, just as Pucci was about to recall it, Diablo suddenly gave the White Serpent a thumbs up.

"Well done, White Snake!"

Upon hearing this, the white snake's expression instantly brightened, and she returned to Pucci's body.

"Why does my Stand like you so much?" Pucci was speechless.

"It must be because I'm too charming." Diavolo tossed his long hair. "It's fine if my Stand likes me, but please don't like me."

"Get lost."

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, they checked out of the hotel and headed to Morioh.

However, since Morioh is quite a distance from Tokyo, departing at this time would mean driving until late at night, so no driver was willing to do it.

"Troublesome, why don't I just go and steal a car?" Dio was eager to try, but Diablo stopped him.

Fortunately, Lady Luck was on their side; a black cab was willing to give them a ride, though the fare was a bit expensive.

But there were no other cars available at the moment, so Diablo decisively chose this one.

The driver was a thin, bony man.

Diablo sat in the passenger seat, while Dio and Pucci sat in the back.

Surprisingly, there was a little girl who looked to be seven or eight years old sitting in the back seat; she was also very thin.

"This is my daughter. I'm sorry, but I promise she won't cry or fuss. She will be very well-behaved."

The driver was very afraid of losing this fare.

Diablo naturally had no objections, but he still reminded Dio, "No extra food after you've just finished eating!"

The car started smoothly, even on some narrow roads.

It's clear that the man is a very skilled driver.

Diablo was bored, so he struck up a conversation with the driver.

During the conversation, I learned that the driver had accidentally killed someone when he was young due to a moment of impulse, and had been imprisoned for it.

After he was released from rehabilitation, his wife passed away, leaving behind only his daughter.

Because of his past as a murderer, no one dared to hire him, so he started driving an unlicensed taxi to support his daughter.

Diablo glanced in the rearview mirror; the little girl sat nervously between Dio and Pucci, occasionally glancing up at them.

Dior also noticed the girl, but what caught his attention even more was her left hand hidden in her pocket.

What's in your left hand?

Chapter 41 Arrival in Morioh

Upon hearing Dio's words, the girl lowered her head like a frightened kitten, hiding her left hand even more tightly. "N-nothing...it's nothing."

Dior wasn't so easily fooled. "Give me your left hand!"

Hearing the passenger's words, the driver panicked, slammed on the brakes, stopped the car, and turned to Dior to plead.

"Sir, there's really nothing here. If you feel uncomfortable, I can let her stay in the trunk."

It's clear that the father and daughter haven't had any income for a long time, so they don't want to lose this business.

But Dio, like a child who wouldn't give up until he figured it out, just wanted to know what the girl was hiding.

"Take it out!!!"

Under his repeated pressure, the girl finally revealed her left hand, albeit tremblingly.

This can no longer be considered a hand; it's twisted grotesquely, like the hand of a monster. It's congenital, and the chance of recovery is extremely low.

After revealing her hand, the girl seemed to have lost everything, and she lowered her head and cried silently.

Dior coldly turned his head away, realizing it was such a boring thing.

As for the girl who was crying, he didn't care about such trivial matters.

"Let's drive!" Diablo didn't want to waste too much time.

"Okay, sure." The driver wanted to comfort his daughter, but he still had work to do.

He made up his mind that once this order was completed, he would definitely heal his daughter's hand, no matter the cost.

The car continued driving smoothly, and the girl, feeling sleepy, actually leaned against Dior and fell asleep.

Dior glanced coldly at the hospital, and the driver noticed, trying to wake his daughter.

But Pucci gently pulled the girl against him and whispered, "It's okay, let's keep driving."

"Thank you, you're such kind people." The driver kept thanking them, unaware that these words sounded like insults to him.

"Your eyes just changed," Diablo noticed the driver's expression. "What were you thinking about?"

The driver, noticing that he had been noticed, couldn't help but smile wryly. "You noticed? I wanted to help my daughter heal her left hand so she wouldn't be ridiculed and disliked anymore."

“Oh? Such a surgery is probably not cheap,” Diablo said truthfully.

Indeed, such surgeries are extremely expensive and may not be available in smaller towns.

"I have no money, but I'm determined to help her get rid of that left hand, no matter the cost!"

"I cannot let her fate be controlled by one hand!"

The driver's eyes were very determined.

Dior then glanced at him with interest; this driver had finally come to his senses!

Are you really willing to pay any price? Even selling your soul to the devil?

Hearing Dio's words, the driver smiled calmly, his grip on the steering wheel tightening involuntarily. "I'm just a worthless murderer. As long as my daughter can have a good life, I'm willing to sell my soul!"

Diablo noticed Dio's expression and could tell that this was the happiest he had been since arriving in Japan.

The car kept driving.

The driver didn't take their words seriously; after all, selling one's soul only happens in fairy tales!