JOJO: Possessing Diavolo at the Start

This left Abbacchio at a loss, and he looked at Bucciarati with a troubled expression.

But before they could speak, Tobio, with tears streaming down his face, whispered, "I...I don't want to put you in a difficult position. Let's live together as a family!"

"I'm not here to break up this family, I'm here to join it!"

And so, after having eaten their share of "dog food," the burly men put them inside.

As soon as they stepped inside, Mista suddenly realized something. "Why are we going through the main entrance? Can't Bucciarati's Stand ability bring us in?"

These words were like a revelation, and even Bucciarati had a look of sudden realization.

"Why didn't you say so sooner?" the crowd asked angrily.

"I just thought of that, hehe..." Mista looked away awkwardly.

To be honest, this was their first time visiting a place like this.

Although same-sex love never completely disappears anywhere, this was the first time they had ever seen a dedicated bar.

"Don't they find it troublesome?"

"You don't know anything! This is called freedom and being right!"

The bar is indeed a genuine gay bar, with almost everyone inside in pairs.

There were not only men, but also quite a few women!

What about single, older female CEOs and high school girls, rebellious teenagers and caring older sisters!

It's truly... diverse and fascinating.

This really broadened Mista's and the others' horizons!

But Bucciarati did not forget their true purpose: to find the guy who possessed the insect arrow and get his hands on it.

Just then, a bearded man, dressed in a sexy leather outfit, suddenly went up onto the stage next to the bar!

***'s muscles made the men in the audience cheer wildly.

But he stopped everyone, asking, "Ladies and gentlemen, who will be crowned Superman tonight?"

"I!!!!"

"it's me!!!"

Upon hearing this, everyone started shouting their own names, and the atmosphere at the scene instantly reached its peak.

Bucciarati and his group also mingled in the crowd and joined in the commotion.

After the shouts subsided, the bearded man immediately had a waiter bring out a blackboard. "Who wants to sign up for tonight's competition?"

People signed up in droves, and Bucciarati and his group mingled in the crowd and all registered.

"We can't release the clone here because I see a lot of people watching from upstairs. If we're exposed, we might alert them."

Not only that, if an unfamiliar Stand user were to enter, their leader would likely hide without hesitation.

After all, they should have their own way of controlling Stand users.

They either pledge their loyalty on the day they awaken or they die; this is the most effective way for them to maintain their authority.

The competition is certainly not just for fun; they seem to be selecting people with exceptional talents in certain areas, as if such people are more likely to awaken their Stands.

The first competition was a shooting competition.

This delighted Mista. He was already annoyed by not having a gun, but now he had one to play with!

Given the size of this bar, Mista could hit every target perfectly without a stunt double!

For him, playing this game is as easy as an adult beating a child.

Of course, we're not including that kid Jotaro here. That... he's a cheat code, we're not playing with him.

The gun Mista received was a ***, an 11.43mm caliber semi-automatic pistol developed in the United States in the early 20th century.

Seven rounds per magazine!

Mista aimed precisely at the bottles, and after seven shots, eight bottles shattered!

“You can do this with your hands, right?” Back in the crowd, Mista proudly showed off his good results to them.

Bucciarati didn't say anything else, just nodded gently, "Impressive!"

"Not at all..." Mista was quite adept at finding opportunities to be modest.

The following matches were rather bizarre.

They competed in a fight and in a knowledge reserve.

Since they couldn't easily expose their Stands, they sent Abbacchio up, since almost no one could beat Abbacchio in hand-to-hand combat.

After winning, the bearded man politely inquired about Abbacchio's profession, clearly intending to win him over.

"I used to be a policeman in Italy."

This news surprised the bearded man even more; they hadn't expected such a big haul tonight!

As for the quiz, only Fugo can compete! After all, he dropped out of a prestigious university!

The reason for dropping out of school was not because of poor grades, but simply because he was a little irritable!

After all the matches were over, the people monitoring from upstairs came down to the first floor.

Chapter 488 The Chosen One

There were about fifteen or sixteen people; they were all Stand users who had awakened previously.

As for the mastermind behind it all, they haven't shown up yet; it seems the time isn't right.

Bucciarati told them to calm down; now was not the time to take action.

"It seems we have to send you to meet with their boss alone to awaken your powers. You'll have to improvise then."

The others nodded in agreement.

"Friends!" the bearded man shouted into the microphone to the crowd below the stage.

Then the crowd surged forward, almost pushing Bucciarati and his group out.

"Alright, these are the best of us tonight, and the ones who are qualified to be chosen for our [baptism]!"

"Don't be discouraged if you weren't selected. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after, you could be the star of tomorrow!"

These words easily ignited the passion of the crowd, who screamed and cheered wildly, as if they would truly be blessed by Lady Luck next time.

Seeing this, Bucciarati was so surprised he couldn't close his mouth.

Seriously, are people here so easily fooled? They believed it so easily?

This is nowhere near as good as his dad's pyramid scheme rhetoric. If his dad were to come to America and try to develop something...

Isn't that just like a big bad wolf entering a sheepfold—doing whatever it wants?

"It's not impossible for my father to come to the United States to develop his career."

Afterwards, the Stand users were left on the first floor to guard the place, while the chosen ones were led to the third floor by the bearded man.

It looks like they're preparing to take it for baptism.

Just then, a waiter who was tidying up the competition materials suddenly exclaimed.

It turns out the pistol used during the shooting competition had disappeared!

None of the people present were carrying handguns.

One of the Stand users has the ability to see through objects completely, but he is nearsighted, so his vision is not very accurate.

He looked at the group of guests again and again; no one was hiding a gun.

"Hey, when you take them up there, make sure to check if they're hiding any weapons," a Stand user said into the walkie-talkie.

"understood."

Seeing their reaction, Bucciarati and Giorno exchanged a glance.

Find an opportunity to disrupt the scene; once things are in chaos, they'll have a chance to go upstairs to look for someone!

The bearded man upstairs led them to separate rooms.

Upon seeing the unusually brightly decorated large bed in the room, Abbacchio immediately understood that this so-called baptism was nothing but a fabrication to satisfy their own selfish desires.

Awakening a Stand only requires drawing an arrow.

Did he never awaken?

Their guards are all Stand users who awakened their powers under Polpo's guidance.

It is said that it has also set a new record for the fastest awakening time.

Polpo spoke to each of them about trust and dignity!

They were also made to guard the lighter for a whole day.

They all got faster than the last, but Narancia was still the fastest.

He had just gotten the lighter, and before he even left the prison gate, he turned around and extinguished it!

Even Polpo wanted to curse at this, but Narancia awkwardly lit the lighter and was then stabbed by the Stand Arrow.

Narancia joined the organization at one of the fastest times.

This frustrated Polpo for quite some time; his appetite even decreased, and his trust in the guards was completely shattered!

This group of people must have 99 pounds of rebellious spirit in their bodies out of every 100 pounds.

After receiving the message from the first floor, the bearded man searched each of them.

Only after confirming that everything was completely fine did we proceed to the next room.

When they arrived at the fourth room, Mista was pacing around inside.

Upon seeing someone arrive, he immediately sat down in a chair and pretended to be nonchalant while being inspected.

But the more he acted this way, the more suspicious he became, and the more the bearded man doubted him, even demanding that Mista's clothes be checked.

This really scared him.