Great, we're doomed now!

"Hey! I haven't gotten on the bus yet!"

Chapter 126 Why did Dior preserve his history of adoption?

Ye Shou was naturally happy to have someone accompany him, and he once again sensed how powerful the "fate" of this world was. Polnareff's life was changed by his sister's death, and now, even though he had saved Sherry, he still embarked on a journey to defeat evil for other reasons.

Perhaps this is the path of a "knight"~

Upon arriving at the dock, Ye Shou did not choose to take a boat out to sea. Instead, he went straight to the commercial district, found the office of a certain company, and made a request that seemed utterly baffling to Polnareff and the staff.

Deliver letters.

“Sir, we are not a post office or a telecommunications office. If you have anything important to convey, please make an international call or go to the SOGEP post office in the next block, where there is international airmail service.”

Because Bobo's mohawk looked intimidating, the receptionist initially thought he was deliberately causing trouble, and in the end, the manager had to handle the situation.

The well-dressed middle-aged man glanced at Bobo's head, then turned his gaze to the small gold bar on the table.

The manager was a man who had seen it all and was not swayed by the gold. Besides, the situation seemed suspicious no matter how you looked at it, and it was most likely just a gold-plated prop.

Is it performance art by young people? Or is it a prank show on TV?

This mohawk guy looks like a hippie... Sigh, people's hearts have changed, young people in France have been poisoned by American culture!

"I don't know what your purpose is, but let me reiterate, we do not accept mailing requests for valuable items."

"This is not an item to be sent, but a commission fee."

Ye Shouwen sat calmly at the table. Under Bobo's curious gaze, he appeared composed, more like someone in control than the manager.

"All I want to convey is a message."

The manager crossed his arms, tapping his index finger slightly, looking somewhat impatient: "I've already said it, the SPW Group is not—"

"The recipient is 'Joseph Joestar'," Ye Shou said calmly. "You haven't heard of that name before, have you?"

"...Mr. Joestar?" The manager frowned.

Of course he knew the name. As an American real estate tycoon, Joseph Joestar was well-known in the industry, not to mention being an "unconditional beneficiary" of the SPW consortium.

In a sense, the entire conglomerate is the Joestar family's backer!

As a regional manager, although he had never met Joseph, the name was very familiar to him, because every middle manager was required to memorize this job instruction:

[No matter when or where, we must try our best to meet the demands of the Joestar family.]

—To this end, the SPW Foundation even established a transnational intelligence agency!

"You should be able to get in touch with him easily."

"That's true... but why did you go through us to find Mr. Joestar?"

The manager leaned back in his chair, adopting a wary posture, while one hand quietly slipped under the table.

“He’s a big celebrity in the US, so he’s not that hard to find.”

"It's purely for efficiency reasons," Ye Shou said with a helpless smile.

In 1986, while computers had long existed, the internet was still a very new concept. It was only around last year that we began experimenting with it in universities and acquired our first domain name. And this year, a huge achievement was increasing the internet speed to 50-60 KB/s…

In this era, finding someone, even someone very famous, is not easy. The main means of communication are still landlines and radio, and phone numbers remain extremely important personal privacy.

Ye Shou should be able to find Joseph (the second Joe) if he spends some time in the United States, but time is more precious to him than gold.

Fortunately, the SPW Foundation and the Joestar family have a close relationship, so they must have each other's contact information!

The only problem is how to get the SPW consortium to believe you and be willing to relay messages on your behalf.

"Take your hand off the siren; security guards or police can't get rid of us."

"That's not necessarily true!"

Upon realizing that Ye Shou had seen through him, the manager, in a moment of panic, didn't bother to find out more about the other party and immediately pressed the alarm.

"Well!"

I can't move!

"W-why? I clearly touched it, but it felt like my hand was frozen in place!"

Unseen by him, a magnificent and mysterious figure, adorned with numerous mechanical parts, appeared from the void and "gently" took his hand.

Just as Ye Shou had said before, the manager took out his hand and slowly placed it on the table. Then, a pressure came from his shoulders, making him unable to move.

"Who exactly are you people?"

His body moved against his will, causing the manager's expression to contort in horror, and at the same time, deep regret:

I shouldn't have made the office so soundproofed just so I could discuss work with my secretary!

“Client, this is just a simple commission. You are responsible for delivering the message and will not bear any responsibility. On the contrary, I think you are very likely to be promoted because this message has immeasurable value to Joseph Joestar.”

Ye Shou smiled and said, "You can keep the gold yourself; consider it my apology for my offensive behavior."

"...What news?"

A few drops of sweat trickled down the manager's forehead. He wasn't concerned about the gold; he was only afraid of getting hurt.

One thing is certain: the person before us possesses some kind of special power!

As an executive of the SPW Foundation, although not a high-ranking one, he knew that there was a department within the foundation responsible for managing supernatural matters. Every year, this department collected a large amount of intelligence and activity funds through its branches in various locations, and it had become increasingly active in the past two years.

It's like the world is experiencing a "major event" from an American comic book, with all the villains coming out to throw a party!

He never expected that something like an urban legend would actually appear in front of him!

If I refuse... I might get killed, right?

Under the influence of the "cute yet charming villain," the manager realized he couldn't resist and immediately changed his attitude.

"I'm only responsible for passing it on to my superiors. As for whether Mr. Joestar will receive it or how he will react... I can't guarantee that."

"That's none of your business."

Ye Shou casually picked up a pen and paper from the table, wrote a line of English in neat printed font, and turned to the manager.

The manager's eyes widened as he looked at the contents of the document.

To Mr. Joseph, who saved the world:

Dio Brando has been resurrected using Jonathan Joestar's body.

...Jonathan?

The manager frowned slightly. He had seen this name in the glorious history of the group's founder. He was an ancestor of the Joestar family, but that was at least a hundred years ago, wasn't it?

This Dio...resurrection? Is it some kind of code?

Intuition tells the manager that it's best not to investigate too deeply.

He swallowed hard, then looked up and cautiously asked Ye Shou, "The signature... should I tell them who wrote this letter?"

"You don't actually need to send the letter. As long as the message gets through, that's fine. As for the signature... well, let's just write 'Tequila Girl'."

Ye Shou thought for a moment: "Next, I'll be going to Paris. Although I don't know where I'll end up... but that won't be a problem for you guys."

Agave? The meaning is unclear!

The manager blinked, and although he didn't understand the meaning, he obediently nodded in agreement due to the intimidation.

"Then I'll have to bother you. Please be sure to pass on the message, otherwise... someone will be even angrier than me."

"!"

The manager felt a sudden weight on his shoulder, which then vanished, almost making him jump up like a spring.

Before I could even recover from the shock, I heard the door close; the two uninvited guests had already left.

The manager instinctively wanted to press the alarm, but his movement froze halfway. Instead, he picked up the phone and said to the front desk, "Have someone write down the itinerary of these two guests who came in earlier... Don't ask too many questions, just do it."

After hanging up the phone, he thought about it for a while, picked up the note and looked at it repeatedly. Without much hesitation, he dialed the number of the higher-ups.

-

Ye Shou chose to take the train to Paris. Bobo bought two tickets. The whole journey took about three hours. The railway transportation in France was quite convenient at that time (provided there were no delays or strikes).

Based on the power and intelligence network demonstrated by the SPW conglomerate in the original work, Ye Shou estimated that he would be able to meet Joe Junior somewhere in Paris in about one more night.

On the train, Bobo had barely sat down when he started asking Ye Shou questions.

“I know Dior… That old woman once boasted that she and her son were this man’s men, right? I can roughly guess what kind of bastard Dior is, being able to recruit such scum.”

But what does this have to do with the SPW Foundation? And who is Joseph Joestar?

"That's a good question!"

Ye Shou became very enthusiastic when this was mentioned. It's probably true that every man has a storyteller in his heart who likes to brag.

"The rights and wrongs of the matter are difficult to explain. If we have to trace it back to the source, we have to start with England a hundred years ago."

"Are the British involved in this?"

"Let me tell you the story slowly..."

Next, Ye Shou told Polnareff a short historical story about "why Dio didn't hide his past as an adopted child" and "why Dio didn't erase his past of being bullied in the slums."

Bobo listened with great interest. The story, which incorporated vampires, superpowers, and family feuds, was very ahead of its time and drew him into its atmosphere.

The appearance of "Ripple Qi Gong" immediately reminded him of the strange power Ye Shou had previously displayed, which undoubtedly increased the credibility of the story.

"I see... But isn't Dio dead?"

"Having slumbered at the bottom of the Atlantic for a hundred years, it was dredged up by chance and is now planning to take control of the entire world."

Ye Shou smiled and said, "Conquering the world is a very traditional villain trope, isn't it?"

"...It seems this story started as just a fight over an inheritance."

"A person's ambition changes with their circumstances. Now that he has mastered power beyond human capabilities, he will naturally want to seize glory and status that ordinary people cannot reach."

If one day he becomes even more powerful, he will surely challenge for the throne of the gods—that is Dio Brando.

Ye Shou propped his head up with his hand and looked outside. The coastline was about a few hundred meters away. The sky and the sea were different shades of blue, with white clouds and white sails corresponding to each other, like a huge oil painting slowly moving.

Is greed endless?

"Yes, but more accurately, it stems from inner unease."

People who experienced hunger in their childhood will still have an unusual attachment to food, even if they live a life of abundance.