JOJO: Possessing Diavolo at the Start

Seeing this, Giorno couldn't help but sigh, "Bucciarati is truly a gentle person to the core!"

All members of the guard team can testify!

After all, they were all poor children whom Bucciarati had picked up one by one.

Bucciarati, like a strict yet loving mother, spurred them on while also caring for each of them.

In the dead of night, the plane finally landed at San Francisco International Airport, officially named San Francisco International Airport.

Although they arrived a little late, they didn't skimp on the pomp and circumstance.

A dozen or so drivers from the SP Foundation took turns standing guard until Bucciarati and his group finally arrived.

After identifying themselves, the driver took them directly to the most luxurious hotel in San Francisco, which is also owned by SP.

"Please rest here tonight, everyone. Our chairman will come to see you first thing tomorrow morning." The driver handed out the room number cards and then left.

All that was left was an apologetic Bucciarati, who felt so bad for troubling Uncle Speedwagon.

Others were amazed by the SP Group's immense financial strength, while others were surprised by the hotel's high-end luxury.

Only one person was unhappy, and that was Mista, who was afraid he wouldn't be able to bring his small revolver with him, so he left it at home.

Suddenly, Bucciarati asked, "Why didn't you ask me to help you hide it?"

This made Mista feel depressed for most of the day on the plane.

After Mista got off the plane, she felt like everything was directed at her.

First, they were seated in the fourth luxury car, and then they were all taken to the fourth floor of the hotel.

Is this never going to end? Is the persecution never going to stop?

"Alright, let's distribute the room cards now!" Bucciarati glanced at the room cards in his hand, which were 424, 434, 444, and 454.

"Narancia and Fugo will share a room, Abbacchio and I will share a room, Giorno and Mista will share a room, and Uncle Tobio can have his own room!"

Is there even a choice? It's obviously the parents' group, the teachers' and students' group, and the bench brothers' group! Nothing new!

Although they strongly objected, the rooms had already been arranged, and they were all presidential-level luxury suites, so they couldn't be too picky.

"Honestly, why does it have to be this floor!" Mista complained, hugging a cushion on the sofa in the room.

Meanwhile, in Sexy Pistols, Number 55 was also there to comfort Mista in his grief, while Number 6 was constantly bullying him.

“By the way, Mista, you look just like Uncle Kira after you take off your hat!” Giorno rarely sees Mista without his hat.

“Does it look like him?” Mista hadn’t even noticed it herself. “But I think Fugo looks a lot like your real dad, your blond dad.”

“That’s true, but I asked him, and he said he couldn’t remember if he had made any other mistakes.” Giorno had already noticed this problem as well.

"But the most similar ones are the boss and Anna Sui."

They're just chatting about everyday things.

Fugo and Narancia's side is much more profound; Narancia is currently consulting Fugo with a book on a brief history of time.

Seeing Narancia's hungry expression, Fugo reluctantly accepted the book that might burn out his CPU.

"Hehe, Fugo, this book looks very interesting, why don't you tell me about it?" Narancia said, then lay down on the bed and covered himself with the blanket.

A well-behaved baby listening to a bedtime story.

"You think I'm some kind of babysitter who puts kids to sleep?" Fugo gripped the book tightly in his hand.

"No, but it should be fine if you've told me a story before! Let's begin, A Brief History of Time!" After saying that, Narancia closed his eyes, ready to receive the blessing of a bedtime story.

Unfortunately, what showed him compassion was not a bedtime story, but a brief history of time that came crashing down on him!

Fogo swung the book and slapped Narancia across the face.

Although it's somewhat violent, the effect is the same!

Tell me, is Narancia asleep or not?

Wiping the blood from his face, Fugo angrily covered Narancia with a blanket.

A harmonious night for teachers and students.

The last room was finally a bit more serious, because Bucciarati and Abbacchio were among the few who cared about... or rather, the only three people who were concerned about the mission.

The third is Tobio.

"We'll set off tomorrow to find the Insect Arrow." Looking at the only photo in his hand, Bucciarati was a little nervous.

After all, there were too few clues.

They can't exactly turn over every single trash can in San Francisco, can they?

“I doubt anyone would do that, right?” Abbacchio joked.

"Well... it's really hard to say." Bucciarati was somewhat uncertain.

At this moment, alone in his room, Tobio made up his mind.

To accomplish Bo's mission, I'll get up tomorrow and search through every single trash can in San Francisco!

Chapter 476 Some Things Will Not Change

"Get up!"

The blissful sleep time passes in the blink of an eye, and their first enemy is the demon that has trapped them in bed.

Giorno and Mista clung to the bed like iron blocks drawn to a magnet, refusing to get up.

Giorno only reluctantly opened his eyes when he heard the clicking of camera shutters.

At the same time, Mista also opened his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Bucciarati, Abbacchio, Tobio, and Fugo standing by the bed.

Among them, Bucciarati held up a camera and took pictures of the two of them with a blank expression.

"What are you filming..." Giorno was about to raise his hand to shield his eyes from the sun when he suddenly felt something pressing down on his hand.

At the same time, Mista also sensed something was wrong.

They stared at each other, wide-eyed, and discovered that their bodies were sewn together by a zipper.

Not only that, but even their hands and feet were sewn shut by Bucciarati with zippers, while Bucciarati was already taking pictures.

"Brother, I was wrong, I'll get up right away!" Giorno hurriedly begged for forgiveness.

After giving them enough souvenirs, Bucciarati finally let them go, saying, "I have a heavy task today, so I'll spare you this time. Just don't make me give the photos to my father."

For... Diablo?

The thought of this punishment made even the usually calm Abbacchio tremble slightly.

Giving your boss such embarrassing photos is no different from signing a contract to sell yourself to him.

Having woken them both, Bucciarati turned to Fugo and asked, "Is Narancia still not awake?"

"He's still unconscious... still sleeping in! Honestly, I'll go wake him up!" With that, Fugo prepared to leave.

“No need, I’ll go,” Bucciarati glared fiercely at Giorno and his brother, “Get in the hallway within a minute, or you can expect me to hand the photos over to Father!”

After they left, Giorno and Mista hurriedly got dressed.

As soon as they stood up, both of their underwear fell down.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that when Bucciarati separated them, he had accidentally torn their underwear.

"Bucciarati, come and sew our underwear back on!" Mista shouted desperately down the hallway.

"Thirty seconds left!" Bucciarati showed them no mercy.

Finally, after gritting their teeth and stamping their feet, the two brothers decided to stop wearing underwear today!

Isn't freedom the very essence of America? Today they're indulging in freedom for once—they're not wearing underwear!

When they arrived at Nalanjia's suite, Nalanjia was still unconscious on the bed, his expression very peaceful.

They thought Bucciarati would rekindle his relationship with Narancia, so they took unflattering photos of him to threaten him.

As it turned out, Bucciarati had no such intention at all.

After all, how could Narancia be bothered by these things? Shyness is simply not in his mind; the memory doesn't support it, and the system is incompatible.

Bucciarati has a better way to deal with him.

He leaned down and whispered in Nalanjia's ear, "Nalanjia, we're leaving you behind...we're going!"

"No! Wait for me!"

Nalanjia instantly woke up from his slumber.

"Get up and get dressed if you're awake, then go outside!" Bucciarati couldn't maintain a kind expression forever; when necessary, he had to be ruthless—that was for their own good.

Upon entering the corridor, Bucciarati assigned today's tasks: they must hurry and find the insect arrow in the photo!

They then split up and took action separately.

Bucciarati left first with Abbacchio, followed closely by Tobio.

The four mischievous children were left looking at each other, bewildered and at a loss.

They had nothing but copied photos.

"No, where's the money? Bucciarati has the money! He didn't give it to us!" Mista was on the verge of tears.

As Bucciarati was leaving the hotel and preparing to part ways with Dobio, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't given them the money yet!

When Tobio was offered money, he refused, saying that Bo had taught him how to make money and that he shouldn't worry about him.

"Uncle Tobio, thank you for your hard work. If you have any leads, please remember to contact me promptly. Just be back here before tonight."

After Tobio left, Bucciarati prepared to go back and give them money.

When he turned around, he saw that they still hadn't come down after all this time, which made him so angry that he gritted his teeth.

"Fine, let them go hungry for a day, so they won't take the mission seriously!"

Bucciarati angrily dragged a helpless-looking Abbacchio away.

Meanwhile, the four mischievous kids were still struggling with how to fill their stomachs. They couldn't possibly work on an empty stomach all day, could they?