JOJO: Possessing Diavolo at the Start

Diablo suddenly sensed something, curiously looked back at the stone statue, and left after finding nothing unusual.

"Let's go back to Morioh." Diablo glanced at Johnny in Gerald's arms and waved his hand. "Got Johnny? Let's go out for a big meal today!"

Of course, the one treating is the boss, Diablo, but who pays the bill is another matter, don't you think, Joseph?

They returned home without any burden, but on the other side, Luxie and Sinya continued to do good deeds in an effort to save their lives.

"How many more good deeds do we have to do?" Sinya collapsed to the ground in despair.

Luxi didn't know either, but she had to survive to help the king.

After finally helping a group of children cross the road, Sinya was so tired she could barely stand up straight. "I remember how many children died in the past, but now I'm here to help others."

As she spoke, she looked at Luxie, "Hey, Luxie, what do we do now?"

However, Luxie remained motionless, as if attached to appearances.

"Luchi! Luxhi!" Seeing that she was motionless, Sinia looked her over carefully and then revealed a perverted smile.

"If we strip you naked, wouldn't that be doing a good deed for those men?"

As she spoke, Sinya reached out and touched Luxie's chest.

But just then, Luxie suddenly grabbed her hand, "Let's not play this game anymore. Just come back quietly."

Luxie's expression was completely different from before, and she exuded a dark aura.

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty!"

Sinya was so frightened that she immediately withdrew her hand.

"You don't need to worry, the verdict has been overturned, you just need to come back."

Despite what Ahriman said, Sinya was still somewhat afraid, after all, their mission had ended before it even began.

"I've got what I wanted!" As she spoke, a ball of light appeared in Luxie's hand!

"This is... the budding of a soul... you..."

Ahriman has obtained a copy of Johnny's soul and is preparing to cultivate a new tool. This time, he will not only tear down the dimensional wall, but he will completely break through this dimension!

Meanwhile, Diablo and his companions were completely unaware of what had happened.

Upon arriving in Morioh, Diablo took them directly to Tonio's restaurant, where Joseph arranged for Josuke to obtain a yearly VIP membership.

Given Diablo's close relationship with Joseph, getting him to pay for a meal would be considered treating him to a meal, giving him a sense of participation.

"Please try my new menu, Mapo Tofu." Tonio took Diablo's advice and had started learning Chinese cuisine long ago.

However, when he saw the dictionary-thick cookbook catalog, he was shocked.

To this day, he has only learned how to cook a few dishes, and his skills are not yet proficient.

Diablo tasted it, savoring it carefully. "Not bad, quite delicious."

Hearing him say that, Tony breathed a sigh of relief, "At least it didn't backfire, but is this really authentic?"

Diablo couldn't comment on it either, saying, "Whether it's authentic or not... well, I think it tastes delicious."

Jero and Diego, who were standing nearby, each picked up a piece of food and tried it.

“ryyyyy!!!”

"Twist it!!!"

The spiciness made them want to vomit at first, but after enduring it, the taste was surprisingly good!

"By the way, some Japanese chefs have told me that I should add some strawberries. Is that the right thing to do?" Tony was also conflicted about this.

“Sure,” Diablo picked up another piece of tofu. “As long as you can accept pineapple on Italian pizza, put whatever you want on it!”

Upon hearing this, Tony clenched his fist. "I understand. I will strictly follow what the teacher from Shenzhou taught me and will not add anything unnecessary."

Chapter 444 Mista's Happy Chapter

Naples.

With nothing much going on lately, and the staff having been quite tired, Jacqueline took it upon herself to organize a picnic.

The location is right on the beach.

This time, they not only invited the guards, but also the assassination team.

They didn't want to go at first, but they were tempted when they heard that the organization would cover all the expenses.

"How could the organization... how could the boss be so kind? Could it be that he's just trying to trick us into going there to invite him to dinner?" One wonders what Prosciutto has been through to ask such a question.

Risotto, of course, sided with his family, saying, "Not necessarily. What if the boss takes pity on us?"

But Risotto wasn't entirely confident in saying that.

Fortunately, Mr. Bellicello explained to them that "Bo is not in Italy; this event was proposed by Mrs. Jacqueline."

Upon hearing that it was Jacqueline who spoke, Risotto and Prosciutto readily agreed on behalf of everyone!

"Okay, okay, we'll go first thing tomorrow morning, we definitely won't be late!"

The guard team was overjoyed upon hearing the news.

"A picnic? That's amazing!" Clearly, Narancia had no idea what would happen if someone else had initiated it.

The good news was brought by Bucciarati. Narancia was the first to know, followed by Fugo and Abbacchio, who were watching TV in the living room.

"A picnic? That sounds like a great idea." Fugo really liked this kind of activity.

Although Abbacchio wasn't very interested, he didn't want to stay behind alone to guard the house, so he agreed to go.

Seeing this, Nalanjia excitedly rushed to the bathroom door and frantically pounded on it!

Mista, the fourth person to be informed, was taking a dump when the door suddenly rang, startling him so much that he dropped the comic book he was holding.

"Nalanjia, I'm in the restroom. Can we talk later?"

A few minutes later, Mista walked out with a gloomy face.

Just now, there were only four sheets of toilet paper left in the bathroom, and the toilet took four flushes to flush down!

If it weren't for fate, Mista would have eaten the toilet!

When Mista heard that they were inviting her to a picnic, she thought back to what had just happened and refused without hesitation!

Just kidding, how could I go in this state? I might not even come back!

"Mista, come with us! You'll be so bored staying at home all by yourself!" Narancia began to coax and plead.

“That’s right, Mista. Mom specially allocated funds from the organization for this picnic. Opportunities like this don’t come often!” Bucciarati chimed in.

Clearly, he also wanted to see a complete squad go together.

However, Mista seemed determined and refused to leave the house no matter what. "From the very beginning, the number four has been all around me. It's obvious that it's meant for my death!"

So no matter how much Bucciarati and the others tried to persuade him, Mista's answer was always NO.

Completely at a loss, Bucciarati had no choice but to give up, saying, "Then you stay here and watch the house by yourself, and we'll go on a picnic."

Having achieved his goal, Mista relaxed on the sofa and just picked up a comic book to read when Bucciarati snatched it away.

Even if you don't have any missions tomorrow, you're not allowed to stay up late and get up early. We'll make sure you get out of bed on your own before we leave!

Bucciarati played a motherly role in the team, and he would urge everyone to go to sleep during their rest time.

Mista felt that as long as she wasn't allowed to leave the house, anything was fine.

So he obediently went back to his room to sleep.

After he left, Bucciarati and Narancia exchanged a glance, indicating that they were not going to let Mista go easily.

Mista, count how many people here have ill intentions towards you.

Time passed quickly. Mista let out a difficult yawn. How comfortable! He actually slept until he woke up naturally. Usually, Bucciarati would have already come and tug at his ear.

Before Mista could even open his eyes, a cacophony of sounds suddenly filled his ears.

When I opened my eyes, wow, what huge white headlights!

"you're awake?"

Standing in front of Mista was Gloria, or more precisely, Gloria in a swimsuit!

She was asked by Bucciarati to wake Mista up.

Mista was completely bewildered. Where was he?

He looked around carefully. Wasn't this a beach? How did he get here? And... why was his bed here?

"Mista, you're finally awake!"

Just then, Narancia ran over wearing beach shorts, shouting, "Mista, help! We can't beat them!"

It turns out that Narancia and his group were playing beach volleyball against the assassination squad.

Mista hadn't fully accepted reality yet; he'd actually gone out! Today wasn't a good day to go out!

"Who brought me out? How dare you scheme against me?" At this moment, Mista wished he could pull out his gun and shoot each of them!

This sound drew the attention of other passersby to him.

Mista wore a numbered pajama set, with all the 4s painted black. The outfit seemed somewhat out of place on the beach where everyone was wearing swimwear.

After changing into his beach shorts in the locker room, Mista approached Bucciarati and the others with a gloomy expression. "Who brought me out?"

They all remained silent on the matter, and indeed no one moved Mista out with the bed.

"Um, Mista, do you think it's possible that your bed brought you here on its own?" Giorno asked somewhat awkwardly.

This answer was undoubtedly impossible, and Mista didn't believe it either. "How could the bed come to me by itself? I don't believe it!"

Seeing the unwavering disbelief on his face, Giorno walked to Mista's bedside and gently touched him.

The bed really started moving!

Upon witnessing this scene, Mista slapped himself four times across the face!

How could I have forgotten him?

"Alright, Mista, now that we're out, let's have some fun." Giorno and Fugo exchanged a glance, then each grabbed Mista on either side and ran towards the beach court.