Great, we're doomed now!

"Then let's leave our contact information. I'll message you if I encounter any danger. Of course, you can also contact me if you have any trouble."

"What is this... Oh, it's a pager. It has a rather unique design."

Bobo took the small, silver-cased communicator and began to examine it with great interest. He was surprised to find that there were no physical buttons; he could operate it simply by touching the screen with his fingertips, and it also had multiple language modes.

"Oh, is this a spy phone call from 007?!"

"As a Frenchman, you actually like British spy movies? Note that there are no base stations here that can be used by it, the signal range is limited, and the straight-line distance will not exceed fifteen kilometers."

"Shirley loves reading 007 novels... Fifteen kilometers? This little thing can cover the entire Marseille? That's a lie, this thing is amazing!"

After all, the battery power of the cyber era was extraordinary. Don't be fooled by the fact that this thing is only the size of a pager; its maximum communication range is two to three times that of a walkie-talkie. It's not very useful in Night City, where there is electromagnetic shielding and noise everywhere, but in the port of Marseille in the 1990s, it can definitely perform at its best!

Is it really necessary to be so careful?

Bobo fiddled with the communicator, the silver light dancing on his fingertips, giving it a very spiritual quality.

"To be honest, I feel a little guilty about dealing with an old woman who has lost her son, even if she is also a Stand user—I would not lose to anyone in a head-on confrontation."

"You're quite confident, Polnareff."

Ye Shou smiled mysteriously: "But a Stand is a power full of possibilities. It can manipulate flames, hypnotize the mind, and have immense strength... There are all kinds of types, and it can even stop time—although I haven't seen it with my own eyes yet."

J. Gale's mother was an excellent fortune teller. With her connections in the dark underworld, she could easily find a large number of bounty hunters and assassins, including Stand users.

It's good that you're confident in Silver Chariot, but there are other Stand users in this world who have honed their skills to perfection, just like you. If they are enemies that cannot be defeated with a sword, how will you deal with them?

"There is nothing in this world that my sword cannot cut!"

Polnareff, whose life has been smooth sailing until now and who has never encountered an opponent, possesses the pride of a sword master and the fearless passion of a young man.

"No matter what abilities they possess, the Silver Chariot will never lose!"

"That's great!" Ye Shou smiled slightly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Seeing this, Polnareff's expression changed slightly, and he smiled as he asked, "Aren't you the one in the most dangerous situation? You don't even have a Stand. If even I can't handle you, wouldn't you be in even worse shape?"

"Well... even without a stand-in, I'm probably still stronger than you~"

Ye Shou raised his head, his tone almost identical to that of Bobo just now.

"Because I'm a swordsmanship genius!"

Wow~ You really dare to say that~

Polnareff couldn't contain himself any longer and took a half-step to the side with his upright posture.

"[Silver Chariot]!"

Both resentful and eager to prove himself, the silver metal knight stood beside the youth, his slender rapier pressed against his visor as a gesture of respect towards his opponent.

"Then let's have a match. Don't worry, with my eyesight, I absolutely won't hurt you!"

"Thank you for showing mercy."

With a smile on his face, Ye Shou pulled out a slightly curved Japanese katana from his pocket, which surprised Polnareff.

"Didn't you say you didn't have a stand-in?"

"This is not a substitute, it's just pure 'talent'."

"...Although I don't quite understand it, the way they're doing it is pretty convincing."

The moment Ye Shou grasped the sword, Polnareff's muscles tensed up, and a tingling, stinging sensation spread rapidly throughout his body from his fingertips, like being stung by a poisonous bee or being electrocuted.

It might be an illusion, but Polnareff felt he could even see his own internal organs at that moment. His heart was beating slowly and steadily, each beat so powerful, as if it were accumulating something.

Master!

Ye Shou wasn't bluffing!

Polnareff is a natural Stand user, but swordsmanship is his own hobby. He has never met anyone who can defeat him since he was fourteen. His skill is so superb that it has even left a mark on his mind. Silver Chariot is just like him, believing that as long as he has a sword, he can defeat all enemies!

But there is a strange connection between swordsmen... He was absolutely certain that Ye Shou would be a formidable opponent he had never faced before!

"Without a substitute, how do you expect to fight me with just an ordinary sword?"

"Stands can penetrate physical matter in their intangible state, but as long as life energy (ripples) is attached to a sword, it can make contact with the Stand. After all, the essence of the two can be said to be the same."

"I see... I'm so glad, my friend, no, my dearest friend!"

"I've only known this person for less than a day, and he's not only my benefactor and friend, but also a like-minded person with shared interests—Ye Shou, I'm starting to believe in the 'attraction' you speak of!"

The rapier trembled with excitement, vibrating in the wind like a buzzing of bees.

"Since you call me your best friend... I really don't have the heart to discourage your confidence."

Haha~ You're so funny!

Polnareff thought this was just a psychological tactic by Ye Shou, and said with great bravado, "Attack as much as you want!"

My fifteen years of romantic companionship with a sword are no less exciting than your 'exotic charm'!

"Get your act together! As long as you can beat me, I'll agree to anything you ask!"

...Half an hour later, Polunarev returned home with a calm expression.

"Oh, brother, you're back. How is Sophie?"

Sherry, her hand bandaged, sat in a rocking chair reading a book. Hearing the door open, she spoke without looking up, but receiving no response, she finally looked up and saw Polnareff taking off his motorcycle helmet—

Snapped!

The leather-covered book fell to the ground, and Shirley was completely frozen in place, as if she had been petrified by Medusa.

"..."

"..."

The brother and sister stared at each other for a long time before Shirley finally spoke: "Brother, what... what happened to your hair?"

"Change your mood."

His scalp was shiny and glossy on both sides, leaving only a single, towering silver mane in the middle, as imposing as the helmet of an ancient Roman soldier.

Polunarev Mohican covered his face and turned his head away, unable to look his sister in the eye any longer.

"It doesn't seem that strange!"

-

Hopefully, Popovich will learn a lesson this time.

The two fought at the level of "exchanging skills", so there was no comparison of which had a higher stat between the substitute and Ye Shou, it was just a simple sword fight.

Polnareff is a true genius, but unfortunately, Ye Shou is the same.

Moreover, he also has the bonus of the "God's Left Hand," which gives him an extremely high foundation. Furthermore, he has been personally trained by Nishikina Keiryu, so it would not be an exaggeration to say that his swordsmanship is so strong that it "can communicate with ghosts and gods."

Polnareff's disadvantage lies in the fact that he has not encountered an opponent of the same level since adulthood, and his combat experience is far inferior to that of Ye Shou!

Ye Shou shaved someone's hair into a mohawk not just out of a bad taste, but because he genuinely wanted to suppress Bobo's arrogance.

In the original story, Polnareff only completely shed his arrogance and grew into a man of steel, both in body and mind, after experiencing the loss of his relatives and friends.

And from the very beginning, he was undoubtedly guilty of the sin of arrogance!

Ye Shou has now changed his tragic fate, but without giving him a blow, it will be difficult for him to undergo a mental transformation... If he really foolishly tries to fight those mechanical monsters with swords, he might accidentally send himself to his doom...

It made him understand that there are always higher levels to reach, and that Stand battles allow no room for carelessness, which was very important for his growth!

Of course, Ye Shou also really wanted to see what a mohawk looked like.

As for accidentally taking photos... those are just for private collections.

With a very pleasant mood, Ye Shou first went to visit the awakened Sophie with a bouquet of flowers, and then, as if he were visiting his own home, easily bypassed the security guards and went to the morgue in the hospital as if no one else was there.

Pulling out the latest numbered freezer, opening the body bag, Ye Shou calmly glanced inside—

Then take out the scalpel.

He had his reasons for not letting the chivalrous Popeye accompany him.

Chapter 122 You're not a pretty girl!

Ring ring~

The phone rang, and Polunarev quickly put down his comb, slid down the stairs, sat on the sofa, and picked up the receiver.

He was a fashion-conscious boy who cared a lot about his hairstyle, but ever since he got a mohawk, in just two or three days, his behavior seemed to have become more unruly and rebellious. The metallic decorations on his clothes had gradually increased, and the stitching on the shoulders of his sleeveless T-shirt had become rough.

—This was advice he received from a classmate who was well-versed in Mohican culture.

They say a large folding knife, a baseball bat, and a sleeveless jacket are the perfect match for this hairstyle!

Fortunately, he already has a motorcycle, so he doesn't need to buy any additional transportation.

...But to be honest, he felt like he had been tricked, because changing to this style did not hide the fact that he had changed his hairstyle; on the contrary, it attracted everyone's attention.

How long does it take for hair to grow back?

"Hey, hey~ This is the Polnareff residence."

"J, it's me."

"Uncle Pierre!"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Polnareff immediately recognized it as the sheriff's.

Pierre is a very common name in France, and Bobo's middle name is the same. So when adults call him, they often call him "J (Jane)" or "Polunarev" instead of the easily confused Pierre.

"Is something the matter? Is there a party today?"

Bobo glanced back at the calendar, then suddenly realized something and chuckled, "Oh, I get it! Uncle's eyeing my bottle of brandy, isn't he? I already said I'd bring it to you, don't worry~"

"No, J."

Pierre's voice was rather serious: "It's about that case from a couple of days ago... something has gone wrong."

Upon hearing this, Bobo instinctively sat up straight and asked earnestly from a distance, "Have any relatives come to claim the body?"

“If only it were that simple,” Pierre said with a hint of uncertainty and surprise. “The body has disappeared!”

"Varied--"

Polnareff's eyes widened: "What's going on? Are there people who specialize in stealing corpses?"

"That's the problem... Generally speaking, unclaimed bodies are kept in hospitals until the statute of limitations for prosecution expires, at which point they are sent to public cemeteries for burial."