Great, we're doomed now!

The increase in Destiny Coins was naturally a good thing, and Ye Shou was very happy. What surprised him was that J. Gale's death would have such a big chain reaction, with a total of eight coins.

But then I thought about it again. Granny Enya's fate was intertwined with his, Polnareff's fate was intertwined with his sister's, and Enya and Polnareff were the core characters of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 3 and Part 5 respectively, practically influencing the fate of the entire arc...

To expand on this further, the entire JOJO storyline is filled with the meaning of "destiny," making this a rare treasure for Ye Shou.

Be careful!

So-called "fate" is like a rolling stone; it may bounce because of the ruggedness of the road, but in general, it will fall in the predetermined direction, and its general trend is difficult to change.

Ye Shou's position is that of someone who stands in front of Rolling Stone. The more he wants to change, the greater the impact he will inevitably bear. Whether he can successfully push it onto another track or be crushed by it is something that cannot be predicted at present.

Even though he understood this, Ye Shou wasn't too worried:

He was destined to face the deep-sea nautilus; as they say, the more debts you have, the less you have to worry about them.

If you're so capable, create something even more ferocious than Gatanothor and increase the difficulty for me!

Ka!

The seamless black armor opened automatically, revealing a young man wearing a close-fitting power suit underneath. Ye Shou felt as if he had emerged from a thick layer of cicada molting, and the burden on his body immediately lightened considerably.

Ye Shou took out a specific-sized iron ring from his private space, pretended to "loop" it, and then slid it down from top to bottom to put it into the space.

—The whole process takes no more than ten seconds.

In order to be able to wear and contain the device alone without mechanical assistance, Ye Shou made many demands, even at the cost of reducing some of its performance!

Now it seems that this is indeed very convenient.

He always liked to be prepared, and since it was his first time entering another world and he didn't know where to stay, he naturally had to be fully armed. As it turned out, he happened to run into a plot event, which gave him a "good start".

"Who...is anyone else here? Can you hear me?" Shirley shouted anxiously. "Be careful, that man is using some kind of method, I can't see how he did it at all!"

Turning around at the sound, Ye Shou walked towards Shirley.

"Who is it? Stop!"

"Don't be afraid, you are out of danger."

He took a small flashlight out of his "pocket," and a beam of light illuminated the road.

Ye Shou thoughtfully lowered the angle, making it level with Shirley's waist so as not to dazzle her eyes.

With a wave of his hand, the beam of light shone on the corpse on the ground, avoiding the mangled head, while the body wearing a tattered jacket remained completely still.

"Look, he can no longer get up."

"……call!"

Shirley's legs gave way and she collapsed to the ground. Looking at Ye Shou through the falling rain, she couldn't see him clearly from the corner of her eye, but his appearance and figure were different from the murderer, which put her at ease. A sense of relief and joy welled up in her heart as she survived the ordeal.

"Thank you! It's true... I was just barely holding on, I didn't know what to do anymore. If you hadn't come... Sophie!"

Despite being injured herself, Shirley disregarded her own injuries and anxiously checked on her female companion's condition.

"No! I can barely hear his heartbeat..."

"let me see."

The man approached, his calm voice carrying a sense of reliability, and Shirley instinctively looked at him.

"You lost too much blood... It's okay, there's still time."

Ye Shou focused intently on stroking the wound, quietly releasing [Healing Magic] to repair the damaged organs, leaving only a thin layer of wound on the outer skin.

"Show me your hand."

"Huh? I'm fine, the problem is Sophie...it hurts!"

Shirley shut her mouth and silently endured the pain coming from her wrist. She thought the wound had torn open, but after a few seconds, the pain disappeared and her hand felt much lighter and stopped bleeding.

If it weren't for the wound still being there, she would almost have thought she had never been attacked.

"Huh? This..."

"Where is the fastest hospital we can get to? She needs a blood transfusion."

Ye Shou picked Sophie up in his arms. His calmness touched Sherry and dispelled the girl's anxiety.

“I’ll lead the way!” Shirley took the flashlight and resolutely walked ahead to lead the way.

"It's fine if it's a bit faster, I can keep up."

"……OK."

Shirley turned around and took a closer look out of the corner of her eye; the boy's features became clearer.

They look like they're of East Asian descent?

"I am Sherry Polnareff, thank you for saving us... May I ask your name?"

-

Ring ring~

The phone rang in the living room, stopping the silver-haired young man who was about to leave.

Jean-Pierre Polunaré is currently a carefree French youth, just turned twenty.

He has typical French values, is full of confidence, likes everything that makes life better, and hates overly heavy burdens.

Food, lovers, sports, family... Sometimes he falls into romantic traps, sometimes he has harmless disagreements with his family, but overall he is a carefree young man who "enjoys" life rather than "passes through" it.

If fate hadn't been altered, everything he loved would have vanished completely tonight.

But this phone call was like a tiny bump under the rolling stone—

Who could it be at this time?

Bobo picked up the microphone and said "Hello" first, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice.

A torrential downpour began, and seeing that his sister hadn't returned home yet, he was about to go out to pick her up. He wouldn't have stopped if he hadn't considered that she might have gone to a classmate's house to take shelter from the rain and called to let them know she was safe.

"Are you family to Sherry Polunarev? This is St. Paul's Charity Hospital..."

"What? Sherry is injured!"

Bobo's mind went blank. After hearing this, his blood rushed to his head. Without even grabbing an umbrella, he jumped on his family's motorcycle and sped off into the rainy night.

When he rushed to the hospital, he couldn't maintain his gentlemanly manners and rudely questioned the nurse on duty. He only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his sister sitting on a bench in the emergency room.

"Ah~ Sherry! Are you alright?"

Bobo rushed over like a cheetah, taking three steps at a time. But when he saw his sister still on an IV drip, he didn't dare to act rashly. The grown man squatted down, bringing his eyes level with his sister's, and carefully looked at the bandage on Shirley's hand with a concerned expression.

Upon seeing the faint hint of blood, he felt a pang of heartache—from childhood to adulthood, Sherry had always been the darling of the Polnareff family.

Compared to her energetic older brother, the quiet and thoughtful younger sister is naturally more endearing.

"It's nothing serious, just a superficial wound. The doctor treated it and said it didn't damage any bones or tendons."

Shirley was puzzled by this, because she clearly felt that she couldn't use any strength in her left hand at all, which didn't seem like just a scratch.

But she had a vague feeling that it was related to Ye Shou's actions at the time, so she chose to remain silent in order not to cause trouble for her benefactor.

"However, Sophie is... out of danger now, but she has lost too much blood and we don't know when she will wake up."

"Sophie... what happened? Was it a wild beast? Or a robber?"

The area is relatively safe, and the Polunarev family has a certain reputation in the local community, so Bobo's first thought was that wild animals might injure people.

Upon hearing Sherry mention encountering a deranged serial killer, Polnareff's heart genuinely stopped for a moment—

Immediately, the atmosphere in the entire department turned cold!

A sharp, silvery edge shone in the man's pupils. Polnareff spoke in a surprisingly calm voice, devoid of any emotion: "Sherry, don't be afraid. Tell me where that man is."

"elder brother?"

"Don't worry, nothing will happen. Your brother will never let you or Sophie have any lingering trauma or live in constant anxiety every night."

No matter how much fear that guy has brought you, your brother will wipe him out completely!

Holding Sherry's shoulders, Polnareff looked directly into his sister's eyes. Never in his life had he been so serious and earnest, despite his usually carefree personality.

Sherry was deeply moved. Her face was pale, but she shook her head and said, "It's alright, brother... Someone 'fought off' the killer and saved us. Sophie was also brought to the hospital by him."

"repel?"

Bobo frowned; he was more concerned about who had saved his sister.

Shirley's gaze swept over Bobo's shoulder, and a smile suddenly appeared on her face: "Brother, it was him—Mr. Ye Shou—who saved us!"

Bobo turned his head and saw a person walking over with two steaming disposable paper cups. Ye Shou had changed into casual clothes, a black knitted sweater with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, simple jeans for easy movement, and indoor shoes provided by the hospital. He looked like a very ordinary young man from a small town.

But his handsome features made even the usually confident Bobo admit defeat.

"Were you the one who saved my sister?"

Polnareff approached Ye Shou and asked in a serious tone.

Ye Shou nodded, and Bobo carefully took the two teacups and placed them on a high stool to the side.

Before Ye Shou could figure out what he was going to do, the burly man with broad shoulders and a thick waist hugged him directly!

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much!"

Ye Shou felt a dampness on the back of his shoulder; this emotional man had actually started crying!

The strength of that embrace was quite considerable...

"If anything happens to Shirley, I will never forgive myself! You are a benefactor to our family!"

Chapter 120 No one can feel more pain than me at this moment.

Early in the morning, police officers who received the emergency call arrived at the scene, set up a cordon, and separated the onlookers.

The body lying in the middle of the road, though wrapped in a body bag, still made many people around turn pale. Even veteran police officers looked serious, as if they had rarely seen such a gruesome scene.

"Phew... How is it? Was it a traffic accident?"

"No skid marks were found, and the deceased had only one fatal wound, which did not appear to be caused by a car accident."

"So that's... a murder case?"

"The heavy rain washed everything away. A thorough investigation might yield some results, but it will most likely fizzle out and end up gathering dust in the archives."

The sheriff seemed indifferent because the deceased was not white; judging from his clothes, he was either an immigrant or a homeless person, and might not even have a proper identity.