JOJO: Possessing Diavolo at the Start

Anyway, the structure of gangs is pretty much the same, they know it very well.

Chapter 478 New Clues

A stronghold of the Frost Society.

The Ice Frost Society is a relatively new gang, but its strength lies in its rapid formation and large membership.

In just a few years, they had completely taken control of all security in San Francisco.

You could say the Icecrown Cult is the American version of Passion, except they don't have stand-ins.

Tobio followed them all the way to a bar.

Sitting here is a man with a scar on his face, and the other underlings respectfully call him Boss. His real name is Vincent.

Vincent was puzzled when he saw that they had brought a stranger to him. What was going on?

Why did you bring someone I've never met before?

He knew very well that he had never seen someone who looked like Tobio before.

"Why did you bring a new face?" Vincent asked Red Hair in a low voice.

Red Hair, however, remained calm and composed, quietly approaching Vincent's side. "Boss, isn't this just us preparing for the next batch of [goods]?"

"This person seems a bit mentally unstable, and he's a foreign tourist..."

Hearing this, Vincent couldn't help but laugh. Indeed.

They have always relied on this industry to develop their gang's power and make money.

However, occasionally, if they find any better quality goods, they will keep them separately and send them for auction.

For example, right now, they discovered that Tobias, who had just been rummaging through the trash can, was quite cute and handsome.

Even though he's a boy, it's not necessarily a bad thing. What if someone takes a liking to him?

They are only responsible for selling the goods; once sold, they take no further responsibility!

After all, no fool would dare to come here and cause trouble.

"Please have a seat. You're Tobio, right?" Vincent warmly invited Tobio to sit down. "I heard you're looking for something in the photo?"

"Hmm, have you seen this before?" Tobio carefully pulled the warm photograph out of his sweater.

The photo still shows the same garbage dump and the arrowhead.

Vincent exclaimed in surprise without even looking at the address carefully, "Oh, here! We know this place well."

He's now certain that this guy really doesn't seem to have much of an IQ.

"He looks like a decent-looking mental patient, oh well, he's going to be sold anyway!"

Vincent arranged for someone to take Tobio to a room to wait, telling him to let him know as soon as there was any news and not to worry.

Outside the bar.

Not far away, Fugo and Narancia had already arrived and were lying in ambush.

They certainly didn't have the ability to find this place on their own; they found it entirely thanks to a kind citizen who gave them directions.

As for the fate of this helpful citizen... the only reward he received was that his life was spared, and he was knocked unconscious and had his clothes stuffed into his car!

However, the clothes were thrown down the drain.

Tsk tsk tsk, still too kind.

"Fugo, how did you know that taxi driver was part of this organization?" Narancia, who had joined the fight, looked at Fugo with admiration.

"A taxi that frequently travels in gang territory, you say it has no connection with gangs? Who would believe that?"

As he spoke, Fugo paused for a moment before continuing.

"Besides, even if the guy you beat up was really an unlucky fellow who didn't know anything, there's nothing I can do about it. I'll just find another one."

Even so, Narancia still thought Fugo was amazing.

"Right, right, how are we going to rescue Tobio later? Should you go first or should I go first?" Narancia still only had the idea of ​​rushing in.

The only difference is who goes first.

Fugo didn't want to provoke the American mafia. As the saying goes, even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. Although their organization was very powerful, their primary goal now was to save people.

Moreover, their purpose in coming here was to find something, and they had no connection with any American gangs.

Therefore, Fugo only wanted to save people and then run away.

"Wait a little longer and see how many of them there are."

Besides Tobio, the people organized by them brought several tourists from other countries that morning, who all seemed to be what they called "goods".

"Human trafficking, is that also permitted?" Narancia asked in surprise.

Because drug trafficking and human trafficking are strictly prohibited within the Passionate Organization; these are ironclad rules set by the boss!

Someone once secretly did this under the guise of compliance, but was wiped out completely by the assassination team sent by the boss, as if they had never existed in this world.

Therefore, Narancia believed that all gangs had to abide by such rules.

Upon hearing this, Fugo sighed, "Narancia, you need to grow up a bit, even though our Boss is a complete capitalist in our eyes."

"But among bad people, he is definitely a great philanthropist!"

Diablo: I knew it, you understand me.

Fugo thought Narancia might listen to such serious and earnest words, but then the guy suddenly asked a silly question.

Is it illegal to sell yourself?

You...

Just as Fugo was about to transform into a grumpy old man, two people suddenly walked out of the bar and headed towards them.

Startled, Fugo casually picked up a magazine and started reading.

Narancia... all he needs to do is empty his mind.

The two men walked straight past as if they hadn't seen Fugo and the others.

"Is that guy who keeps looking for trash really an idiot?" one of them said.

"Otherwise what? Would a normal person go through a trash can with a picture of a garbage dump?"

"But I heard he was looking for the golden arrow in the photo?"

Upon hearing the crucial information, Fugo's pupils contracted sharply, and he then approached the two men without making a sound.

"You've heard about it, haven't you? Near the Golden Gate Bridge, it's said that someone gained superhuman strength after their hand was cut by a golden arrow."

"Of course, but I personally tend to think it's just a story."

After hearing their words, Fugo couldn't help but feel a little worried. Although the location of the insect arrow that the boss was looking for was known, its magical power had already been discovered!

Getting the insect arrow back now will be much more difficult.

He could only secretly send them the address [near the Golden Gate Bridge], saying that the arrow might have already been spotted by someone else.

Having done all that, Fugo prepared to rescue Tobio.

"Let's go, Nalanjia. This time, I might need to use your methods!"

Fugo picked out a thick dictionary at a used bookstore; it was only the size of a brick, but it was quite heavy.

Unlike Narancia's butterfly knife and Stand, which both possess inherent offensive capabilities, Fugo almost never wants to rely on his Stand's power.

His favorite weapon in a fight is all sorts of books!

Only thick books can make people deeply appreciate the weight of knowledge!

Chapter 479 The Targeted Corpse

"Who are you? Wait..."

Narancia and Fugo did not choose to keep a low profile, but instead stormed into the bar.

Narancia, wielding a butterfly knife, summoned Aerosmith to clear a path ahead.

Fugo, on the other hand, uses a book to confuse the fish that slipped through the net.

It's very simple, just like hitting someone with a brick – hit them on the head!

"Where is your boss?" Fugo seized the opportunity to grab an enemy who was trying to escape and asked.

"Do you think I would tell you so easily?" The enemy was very defiant, with a look of resignation to death.

But Narancia wasn't going to let him get away with it. Without hesitation, she plunged the butterfly knife in her hand into his thigh!

"Gentlemen, go up the stairs ahead and turn left into the second room."

Indeed, there is only one reason why everything in this world cannot be done: it's not enough!

Even if he had spoken, Fugo would not have hesitated to knock him unconscious.

As they arrived at the door of the room upstairs, before Fugo and his companions even went inside, they heard a sound that was inappropriate for children.

Although they were gangsters, they were still just a group of teenagers who had never encountered such a situation before.

Nalanjia had no idea what was happening inside; he only heard a woman's voice.

“Narancia, wait,” Fugo pulled Narancia back from kicking down the door. “We’re all gangsters, let’s give him some face.”

"Huh? Didn't we come here to take down his place?" Nalanjia asked, puzzled.

"Of course not! Don't you even know that our mission is to rescue Mr. Tobio?" Fugo felt that his previous instructions had been a waste of time and couldn't help but get a little angry.

"Tobio...right, he's still sneaking off to play by himself! We have to bring him back to work!"

The little genius's channel has never been aligned with Fugo's.

This infuriated the usually calm and collected Fugo. "Narancia, have you never listened to me properly?"

“How could that be? Fugo, I’ve always listened to you very attentively!” Narancia said proudly. “Oh, right, I have one last question.”

"After we take over their territory, can the boss let us stay here for a few days?"