JOJO: Possessing Diavolo at the Start

Diego was stunned. He bought it for him? That thing was for him to wear?

Seeing that he didn't believe her, Hertpanz could only continue to bluff, "Of course, Italian men wear underwear too, haven't you seen Bucciarati wear one?"

Come to think of it, he had indeed seen Bucciarati wearing a mesh bra, and Diavolo seemed to have one too.

Seeing that he believed him, Hertpanz pressed his advantage, "Since that's the case, why don't you give it a try!"

After saying that, she handed the underwear in her hand to Diego, then jumped out from under Diego and prepared to escape.

But just then, Diego suddenly reached out and grabbed Hertpanz, "A woman dressed as a man to compete? In that case, this suits you too, right?"

Hertpanz hadn't quite grasped what that meant yet, but the next second, Diego helped her understand...

“Isn’t this a bit hasty?” Jacqueline asked, drying her hair with a hairdryer in the room. “Hertpanz has already said that he and Diego aren’t a couple anymore.”

“Hey, wanna make a bet? There’s definitely something going on between those two.” Diablo walked behind Jacqueline, took the hairdryer, and started drying her hair.

Mira, who was already in bed reading comics, perked up immediately when she heard about the bet. "Okay, what should we bet on?"

I bet you your allowance next month!

"You're always like this, trying to trick me out of my allowance with something you're absolutely sure of." Mira pouted, threw the comic book on the table, then sat on the bed, arms crossed, looking sullen.

After drying his hair, Diablo placed the hairdryer on the dressing table and then went to the bedside.

Seeing that Mira still looked unconvinced, he couldn't help but pinch her cheek. "You're a thirty-something-year-old auntie, still pretending to be young?"

"What? You think I'm too old? Men are so heartless!" Mira was so angry that she immediately jumped out of bed.

But Diablo easily caught her and then gently tossed her back onto the bed. "How could that be? Even at eighty, our Mira is as charming as she is at eighteen."

Hearing this, Mira couldn't help but chuckle, "Of course."

Seeing this, Jacqueline and Diablo smiled helplessly. Oh well, they've protected Mira too well, so let them just keep protecting her like this!

The next morning, as they set off for Japan, Diablo and Jacqueline were surprised to find that Hertpanz's walking posture seemed strange.

Jacqueline, having been through similar experiences, immediately understood the situation and wanted Hertpanz to rest at home.

But Hertpanz refused to stay at home; she insisted on going to Morioh with them.

Seeing this, Jacqueline didn't continue to stop her, since it wasn't a big deal anyway.

Diablo and his group boarded a plane bound for Morioh.

"You mean... the [me] in this world... has a completely different destiny from mine?"

He revealed his true colors to Valentine.

"Oh? He actually has a different personality, and completely different from Diavolo. It seems he really is the variable in everything, isn't he? Diavolo from a parallel world!"

Upon hearing the name, the man's expression turned to one of utter disgust. "I already told you, that's not my name!"

"My name is Solit Nasso!"

He is Bo, Solit Naso, from the Parallel World Passion Organization! He is also Diavolo's counterpart!

“Alright, alright, I’ll remember this,” Valentine said, not taking it to heart at all. “I need your help to retrieve the saint’s remains!”

"Why should I help you?" Naso asked arrogantly.

"As a condition... I can leave you here after it's done, so you can inherit his immense wealth." Valentine's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

Chapter 434 The Leisurely Guard Team

"Dad's finally away on a business trip! I can finally go shopping openly now."

Trish happily took Bucciarati's arm as they walked down the street.

But Bucciarati seemed a little reserved. "Trish, is it necessary to hide from Father? He might just be having trouble accepting us like this right now."

“Of course we should avoid him,” Trish looked up at Bucciarati. “Didn’t you see his expression after we got together?”

"Who are you trying to impress with that sullen face that's like the Crimson King all day long?" Trish, her little darling, complained. "Besides, Mom has already given her approval for us to be together!"

Even so, Bucciarati still disagreed with Trish's actions, saying, "Even if Father objects, he ultimately wants what's best for both of us. You can't talk about Father like that."

Hearing Bucciarati say this, Trish also felt that she had gone a bit too far, but she still felt a little resentful for the days when her father hadn't given them a good look.

"Okay, okay, I'll apologize to him when he gets back."

After saying that, without giving Bucciarati time to lecture her again, she took his arm and went shopping!

With Bucciarati absent, and the guards having no missions requiring their personal involvement, they were all rather lazy.

Abbacchio and Fugo are both the kind of people who use their free time to learn and enrich themselves, so they often get together to read books when they don't have any missions.

As for Mista and Narancia, forget about it.

Study? Study my ass!

Giorno also came to their residence, bringing someone with him.

"Gioruno, is this also the boss's child?" Mista and Narancia looked at him curiously.

This really scared Anna Sui. How come these people are even scarier than the assassination squad brothers?

"Yes, this is my younger brother, Anna Sui." Giorno patted his head.

Giorno originally didn't want to bring him out, but Anna Sui didn't want to stay at home, and Trish left relatively quickly, so Giorno had no choice but to bring him along.

"Is he the boss's biological son? I feel like he's even more like the boss than Billie Eilish."

Although everyone thinks so, reality often plays a joke on them.

"No, he was adopted by my father, just like me."

When a child came, Nalanjia naturally took out his treasured snacks and shared them with him.

Anna Sui doesn't seem to like snacks; she showed no interest in the large table full of them.

Seeing his lack of interest, Nalanjia opened a bag of potato chips with some surprise. "There's actually a kid who has absolutely no interest in snacks. Is he some kind of alien?"

Nalanjia picked up the potato chips and started eating.

Anna Sui then noticed the folding butterfly knife that Narancia had placed on the table, and nervously pointed at it, "Can I take a look?"

Nalanjia followed his hand to the butterfly knife on the table. "It's fine, but this thing might be a bit dangerous for children. Remember to be careful!"

Anna Sui picked up the butterfly knife with satisfaction and examined it carefully.

Seeing the light finally appear in Anna Sui's eyes, Nalan Jia was relieved. She seemed to be just a little kid who didn't like snacks, no different from other kids.

But he soon changed his mind.

After finishing his potato chips, Nalanjia simply turned around, and when he looked back, all that remained of his brand-new butterfly knife was a pile of parts!

It really only took a split second.

"How did you do that?" Narancia didn't care about the butterfly knife; he was more interested in how Anna Sui had done it.

Seeing this, Mista, who was extremely bored, also came over. "Come on, come on, let us see how you did it!"

Anna Sui did not refuse their request, but after looking around, she found nothing else that could be disassembled.

"Here, you can borrow this one!"

Seeing this, Mista took out his revolver, ejected all the bullets, and handed the gun to Anna Sui.

Seeing the two of them surrounding Anna Sui, Abbacchio was a little puzzled, but he still put down his book and went over.

"What are you doing? Why are you surrounding the child?"

But Abbacchio was stunned as soon as he got to the sofa, because Anna Sui was disassembling Mista's sidearm with great skill.

Anna Sui's expression remained calm, but her hands moved swiftly as she examined Mista's sidearm, disassembling each part and neatly arranging them on the table.

And the tool used was just a small hair clip!

Mista and Narancia exclaimed in amazement.

so amazing!

This kid can take things apart so quickly and so elegantly.

"Amazing, absolutely amazing! Have you been practicing disassembling firearms since you were a child?" Narancia looked at Annasu with admiration.

Just then, Giorno arrived upon hearing the commotion and saw that Anna Sui had dismantled all their weapons, immediately realizing something was wrong.

Sure enough, after finishing his worship, Narancia glanced at the butterfly knife parts and said, "Then help me put these back together!"

To everyone's surprise, Anna Sui shook her head. "Sorry, I can't combine things, I can only disassemble them."

what?

This completely baffled Narancia and Mista; they couldn't reassemble it.

"If you can take it apart, why can't you put it back together?"

Anna Sui, however, didn't care at all, explaining with the words her father had taught her, "I'm just a child, how could a child understand such complicated things?"

“Are you a child? Have you ever seen a child disassemble a revolver…” Mista slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

But at that very stop, he looked down at Anna Sui, who was looking up at him, and only then did he realize that compared to him, this girl really was just a child.

(I miscalculated the time earlier; Anna Sui should be thirteen years old now. It was a mistake, but it's not a big deal.)

"You guys go find someone to fix it yourselves. I'll take him to the assassination squad for a bit." Giorno said, then led him away.

Just after they left, Abbacchio finally spoke up: "That kid is starting to develop Stand abilities... He also has the potential to become a Stand user!"

Then, looking at the still dazed Narancia and Mista, he said, "Go and fix it quickly, in case there's an emergency mission."

After leaving their residence, Giorno looked at Anna Sui speechlessly, "Really, you actually took apart their things."

"After all, my father doesn't allow me to take things apart at home!" Anna Sui shrugged and then walked home.

"I'd better go back and call my wife!"

Seeing the kid's smug and arrogant expression, Giorno was speechless. "Jolyne is still a little girl, and you keep calling her 'wife' all the time. You're a pervert!"

"But I'm a minor too!"

Chapter 435 Flying to Egypt