JOJO: Possessing Diavolo at the Start

Slodi lay on the ground, looking bewildered, pondering what lay deep within the universe. Could there be life there?

It wasn't that he was drained, but rather that he suffered unprecedented torment within five minutes.

First, he was punched several times by the Red King with his double strength and speed, and then his arm was chopped off with a hand chop.

But kind Diablo had Risotto fix it for him, using nails!

At this moment, Slodi had lost almost as much blood as a whole person, but he was still not in mortal danger.

This is an incredible amount of bleeding!

“Just say it! We can give you money if necessary!” Diablo pressed a chair against Slodi’s neck and said condescendingly.

"Heh, you think I'm the kind of person who's only interested in money?" Surprisingly, Slodi's words were unusually firm.

This surprised Diablo.

Could it be that I'm too kind and not ruthless enough?

Thinking of this, Diablo whispered something in Risotto's ear again.

Risotto then activated his Stand!

Iron needles appeared on all four of Slodi's limbs!

"what!!!!!"

Screams echoed throughout the warehouse, but Risotto showed no fear whatsoever.

This made Diablo somewhat relieved; it seemed that subduing Risotto ahead of time wasn't such a bad thing after all.

Despite being only thirteen years old, he already had the aura of a gangster.

Even after being subjected to severe torture, Slodi still refused to reveal the secret of the person behind him.

However, it was later revealed that he wasn't unwilling to talk about it, but rather that he couldn't.

Firstly, because their organization is very secretive, and the person in power behind them is a ruthless big shot, so he dared not.

Secondly, because he was just a low-level errand runner and didn't know the core secrets.

To put it bluntly, he didn't know the intelligence before!

Diablo instantly lost interest in him and signaled Risotto to finish him off.

As soon as he turned around, he heard Slodi shout in a panic, "I know! I know! I'm telling you!"

He no longer wants the so-called high salary; he just wants to leave alive. If all else fails, he can just go somewhere else and run away for the rest of his life.

Unbeknownst to him, Diablo, with his back to him, wore a knowing smile, as if he had the whole plan under control.

"Interrogation is like buying something; the more urgently you need it, the less likely they are to obediently compromise."

"But if you ignore them, they will go to great lengths to show you their worth."

This was the first philosophical lesson Diablo taught Risotto.

"My... my companion has already gone to Egypt. He's going to steal a very special arrow! That's the arrow the organization is looking for!"

Upon hearing that it was a very special arrow, Diablo immediately thought of the insect arrow!

It was definitely that arrow!

It seems he needs to make a trip to Egypt.

No matter what, he was determined to get his hands on that insect arrow that could awaken powerful abilities!

Moreover, this newly emerged organization made him feel somewhat threatened.

Upon hearing this news, Diablo coldly walked towards the warehouse door. "Get rid of him. Someone will come to thoroughly clean up the place later!"

Upon hearing his words, Slodi's eyes widened like saucers. He couldn't believe that he had been used and then kicked away like that!

"You untrustworthy bastard..."

Slodi suddenly sprang into action, throwing the chair at Risotto, and then summoned his Stand to rush towards Diavolo's retreating figure.

Risotto was also surprised that he could still move despite such serious injuries, so he was slightly slowed down by the chair.

Diablo, of course, was wary of him.

Just before he was about to call out his Stand's name, King Crimson appeared and pierced his chest with a single punch.

This avoids wasting the author's brainpower by giving his stand-in a name and abilities that are just like those of a random passerby.

He really... I'm so upset I could cry.

Having made his decision, Diablo took Risotto back to their lodgings.

Just then, Trish was sitting obediently on the sofa in the room, while Bucciarati was doing his homework next to her.

Upon seeing Diavolo with this little child, Bucciarati sensed something unique about the other person.

"Please introduce yourself! Don't be shy."

Diablo ignored the two of them and turned to stand in front of Trish.

Trish looked at the tall man, swallowed nervously, but still obediently called out, "Daddy."

"Hey." Diablo stroked her head, his tone tinged with relief.

Unexpectedly, time travel also brings a daughter.

It's a bit of a pity that I never gave it to my wife.

But at this moment, he didn't have the mind to think about such things too much. Unexpected things kept happening, and he had to act cautiously.

At this point, whether or not to go to Egypt became a dilemma for him.

Go ahead, you might encounter something unexpected, and you might not even get the insect arrow.

But if I say I won't go... and those people from that organization don't go back, they'll definitely come looking for trouble.

Diavolo was also very concerned about how the other party knew he had a Stand Arrow.

He didn't like people knowing his background, and although it was a bit troublesome, he still decided to get involved.

If all else fails, I can just steal the insect arrows while they're fighting and come back!

Having made up his mind, he then looked at Risotto and the others.

However, the two children did introduce themselves, only saying their names before sitting on the sofa staring at each other.

Do you have to be so honest?

"Don't be shy, just chat casually," Diablo said, reminding them when they got a bit awkward.

Risotto was quite obedient and took the initiative to start a conversation.

"Um, my parents died. What about you?"

Oh my god!

These words were like a sharp knife piercing Bucciarati's heart; after all, he was only seven years old.

Risotto, are you really good at chatting?

No wonder his stunt double is named Metal Products; it truly lives up to its name.

at the same time.

When the person on the other end of the phone called again, they couldn't get through.

This surprised him somewhat.

If he doesn't answer the phone, it means that Slodi has either been captured or killed.

Combined with his earlier statement that Italy's target had discovered him... doesn't that mean Slodi was outmaneuvered?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little scared, not because the mission had failed, but because the organization might have been exposed.

He could only pray that the other person he sent could bring back the arrow from Egypt; only then would he avoid being abandoned by the organization.

"Hey! You have to be careful. Slodi has already failed. You can't afford to make any more mistakes!"

"Did you hear that—what? A Japanese high school student wearing a hat bumped into you? Beat him up!"

After hanging up the phone, he thought he was safe, unaware that he had been abandoned!

And from here, fate began a new turn...

Chapter 8 Departure

After deciding to go to Egypt, Diablo stayed by Trish's side until the end of the trip.

Trish also gradually transformed from a cautious and reserved girl into a lively young lady.

Now she's a gangster's daughter.

Before setting off, a newly promoted officer caught Diablo's attention.

His name is Polpo.

So it was that guy!

As before, Diavolo awakened his Stand without hesitation, since he would need him to help Bucciarati build his own team later!

Before going to Egypt, Diablo took the three children to the seaside, where they were incredibly excited to see the vast ocean.

Ultimately, this was their first time experiencing something called a picnic.

Diablo wore a sun hat himself and also gave Trish a smaller one, after all, she was his daughter and he didn't want her to get sunburned.

As for the other two, I guess they didn't bring them.

Fortunately, Risotto and Bucciarati didn't mind. Although there was a few years difference in age, Bucciarati's precocious personality suited Risotto's taste.

Therefore, the two got along quite well.

Furthermore, Diablo often entrusted Trish to their care, which to some extent caused them to develop some sister complex traits.

"Dad, a drink."

Trish handed Diablo a bottle of drink and watched him drink it with anticipation.

Diablo, being very obliging, took a sip and then looked at Bucciarati.